::At the Mall::
The limo pulled up about the same time as the girls. It parked and they saw a young blond boy step out, only about a year younger than they did. Quatre R. Winner was a very rich boy that lived just outside of the city in a large mansion with his 40 maguanacs. He had only made two friends so far, Wufei Chang, a justice driven Chinese boy, and Duo Maxwell, a pessimistic American boy with a braid longer than his ego trip. They were both Quatre's age. They also stepped out of the limo and Duo stretched enthusiastically. "That was SUUUUUUUUUUUCH a cool drive!" he exclaimed.
"We have snoops," Wufei said, pointing to where Minako and Rei were.
"Give us a break, were not used to having a limo drive here everyday you know." exclaimed Rei, with a hot attitude.
Wufei was about to say something but Quatre put up his hand. Wufei followed him and Duo into the mall, muttering something about onnas and disrespect. When they got into the mall Quatre looked around and suddenly exclaimed, "How are we supposed to know where to go first?!"
"I dunno," Duo said, "But where ever it is, you're paying!" he added.
"I say the Bon first, they're having the best back-to-school sale of all here," Wufei said. Duo looked at him with mock-surprise.
"Why, Wu-man!" Duo exclaimed. "I didn't know you liked shopping! I thought your mommy still made all your clothes!" Wufei chased Duo all the way to the Bon, coming back for $5,000 from Quatre, then leaving him alone in the mall again, and saying that they'd meet him back there again.
"Gees....What was his problem?" wondered Mina, with surprise.
"I just hope we don't have to meet up with them again." said Rei with disgust.
Quatre looked around, a bit overwhelmed. "I wonder where I should go first?" he said to no one in particular. He looked at the mall map, but only got more confused by it. "How do you READ this thing?"
"You read it like this..." said a kind voice behind Quatre.
"Thank you, Ms...." Quatre said, inquiring a question of her name.
"I'm Ami Mizuno, but you can just call me Ami." she said.
"I'm Quatre Raberba Winner," Quatre said. He blushed when her eyes widened. "Don't say it, I know, I know...'Try saying that five times fast.' Everyone says that."
"I wasn't going to say that .."giggled Ami. " What are you looking for?"
"I was going to look for clothes, but..." he blushed and gestured to his Arabian clothes he was so used to wearing, the brown khakis, white shirt, and purple vest. "I don't think they have anything that would suit me...I don't think it would matter, though, I don't really fit in anywhere, anyway..." Quatre sighed. "I miss Arabia, I wish I didn't have to move here."
"Hey don't worry...I'll help you, we can shop together if you like" she suggested. "While we both are looking for clothes. We can help each other out by saying if we should get that out fit or not."
Quatre smiled. "I'd like that..." He walked with her to a nearby Abercrombie & Fitch store. "Overpriced? No problem," he joked, walking in. "Good morning," he said to the young man at the cash register, who was about 17 years old with brown hair and emerald eyes.
"Morning," the young man said, yawning.
"Hey, Trowa." gestured Ami. " This is Quatre...He's new and would like some new clothes because he is going to go to school with us."
"Oh hey Ami...sure I can help you guys." said Trowa Barton in a monotone voice.
"Trowa? That means...three?" Quatre asked. Trowa rolled his eyes and walked to the back of the store, the other two following. "Sorry, but hey! You're not the only one! My name means four! And Duo's two, and Wufei's five!"
"All you need now Is a one," said another boy with brown hair and dark eyes, who was taking new clothes out of boxes and putting them onto racks.
"That would be you, Heero," Trowa said, giving Heero Yuy a quick high-five. Heero and Trowa had been friends since they were kids.
"Hey, I happen to like my name," Heero retorted.
"Hey now you guys have a wonderful numbered group, so now you can tell who are first and who is the last of the group...like who is most important and who isn't." exclaimed Ami. "Now what about his clothes Trowa?"
Trowa circled Quatre, making the boy feel uncomfortable. "Heero, hand me that shirt on the left," he said.
"This one?" Heero asked, holding up a blue t-shirt. "How about putting this with it?" he offered, holding out a Hawaiian shirt with red and white design on it.
"Perfect, let's see, now..." Trowa said, holding the shirt up in front of Quatre. "Take this in the dressing room and put it on so we can see, and where this with it," Trowa said, also handing him a pair of baggy blue jeans. "Khakis just don't go with Hawaiian shirts..." Quatre nodded and walked into the dressing room. "What about you, Ami, what do you have in mind for yourself?"
"What ever you think that I will look good on me." said Ami with a shy smile.
"Well, obviously blue, that's for sure," Heero said with a smirk. "Oh, shut up, I'm the fashion expert around here..." Trowa said. "Now I'd say something with a blue denim jacket, red plaid shirt, and red skirt. And throw in a blue britty hat. White socks and black buckle-on shoes will be nice. Blue backpack and white binder, cat-printed folders."
"You could tell me what I should get by just looking at me....impressive." exclaimed Ami. "I'll take it all...and even Mr. Winner's clothes, please."
Quatre shyly peeked around the corner and ducked back behind it. "Do I HAVE to come out?"
"What? Do you not like it?" Trowa asked, clearly offended. "Mr. Winner...please come out because we have to go to some other places to finish shopping." explained Ami.
Quatre shyly stepped out. Trowa smiled, Heero gawked. "Am I good or what?" Trowa asked proudly. Quatre looked perfect.
"WOW, you look great better than the Arabian look." commented Ami.
"HEY! I LIKE THE ARABIAN LOOK!" Quatre shouted. He then snubbed her and walked back to the dress room. Two kids behind Ami snickered.
"Nice going," a boy with blond hair was wearing a red shirt and roller blades.
"Yeah, beautiful," a boy with black hair and dark skin, almost like a Mini- Ryo, said.
"HEY! NO ROLLER BLADES IN HERE!" Trowa yelled.
"Hey I was just joking about that! gees." Ami rolls her eyes. " Come on Quatre lets leave these punks."
"Punks?!" Slightly said offended. "I am a straight A student, for your information!"
"Yeah, and we didn't do anything anyway!" Billy said, sticking his tongue out at her. "So don't call us punks!"
Quatre couldn't help but laugh out loud as he came out wearing his regular clothes. "Will that be all?" Trowa asked, checking out what Quatre and Ami put on the counter.
"Well..." Quatre said, looking at the two boys who had their arms full of clothes. "Would you rather spend that money at Illusions?" he asked them.
"Would we ever!" Slightly shouted, running up and dumping his clothes on the counter, Billy following suit.
"That will be...a slamming $573.56!" Trowa said. "Are you sure you can afford that? Do you need to use a credit card?" Trowa gawked when Quatre pulled out some benjis.
"Have change for $600?" Quatre asked. Trowa silently gave Quatre his change and watched him, Ami and the boys leave.
" ...ready to get lunch first and you could also meet all my friends who will also be going to our school, would you like that?" asked Ami.
"I would like that a lot," Quatre said shyly. He then smiled broadly. "And lunch's on me!"
"Yes!" Slightly said. "All hail Quatre!"
"Oh, shut up!" Quatre said, hitting Slightly playfully.
"Oh, by the way, my name's Samuel Whittington, my friends call me Slightly. And this here is my best friend, Billy Jukes."
"My name's Quatre. Quatre Raberba Winner."
"Whoa," Billy said. "Try saying that three times fast."
"Hey you to be nice..." joked Ami with the 2 boys.
"While we're there, you can meet our friends!" Slightly said.
"And maybe mine will be there," Quatre said.
"Hey, I was just thinking, you think the pirates are there?" Billy asked.
The limo pulled up about the same time as the girls. It parked and they saw a young blond boy step out, only about a year younger than they did. Quatre R. Winner was a very rich boy that lived just outside of the city in a large mansion with his 40 maguanacs. He had only made two friends so far, Wufei Chang, a justice driven Chinese boy, and Duo Maxwell, a pessimistic American boy with a braid longer than his ego trip. They were both Quatre's age. They also stepped out of the limo and Duo stretched enthusiastically. "That was SUUUUUUUUUUUCH a cool drive!" he exclaimed.
"We have snoops," Wufei said, pointing to where Minako and Rei were.
"Give us a break, were not used to having a limo drive here everyday you know." exclaimed Rei, with a hot attitude.
Wufei was about to say something but Quatre put up his hand. Wufei followed him and Duo into the mall, muttering something about onnas and disrespect. When they got into the mall Quatre looked around and suddenly exclaimed, "How are we supposed to know where to go first?!"
"I dunno," Duo said, "But where ever it is, you're paying!" he added.
"I say the Bon first, they're having the best back-to-school sale of all here," Wufei said. Duo looked at him with mock-surprise.
"Why, Wu-man!" Duo exclaimed. "I didn't know you liked shopping! I thought your mommy still made all your clothes!" Wufei chased Duo all the way to the Bon, coming back for $5,000 from Quatre, then leaving him alone in the mall again, and saying that they'd meet him back there again.
"Gees....What was his problem?" wondered Mina, with surprise.
"I just hope we don't have to meet up with them again." said Rei with disgust.
Quatre looked around, a bit overwhelmed. "I wonder where I should go first?" he said to no one in particular. He looked at the mall map, but only got more confused by it. "How do you READ this thing?"
"You read it like this..." said a kind voice behind Quatre.
"Thank you, Ms...." Quatre said, inquiring a question of her name.
"I'm Ami Mizuno, but you can just call me Ami." she said.
"I'm Quatre Raberba Winner," Quatre said. He blushed when her eyes widened. "Don't say it, I know, I know...'Try saying that five times fast.' Everyone says that."
"I wasn't going to say that .."giggled Ami. " What are you looking for?"
"I was going to look for clothes, but..." he blushed and gestured to his Arabian clothes he was so used to wearing, the brown khakis, white shirt, and purple vest. "I don't think they have anything that would suit me...I don't think it would matter, though, I don't really fit in anywhere, anyway..." Quatre sighed. "I miss Arabia, I wish I didn't have to move here."
"Hey don't worry...I'll help you, we can shop together if you like" she suggested. "While we both are looking for clothes. We can help each other out by saying if we should get that out fit or not."
Quatre smiled. "I'd like that..." He walked with her to a nearby Abercrombie & Fitch store. "Overpriced? No problem," he joked, walking in. "Good morning," he said to the young man at the cash register, who was about 17 years old with brown hair and emerald eyes.
"Morning," the young man said, yawning.
"Hey, Trowa." gestured Ami. " This is Quatre...He's new and would like some new clothes because he is going to go to school with us."
"Oh hey Ami...sure I can help you guys." said Trowa Barton in a monotone voice.
"Trowa? That means...three?" Quatre asked. Trowa rolled his eyes and walked to the back of the store, the other two following. "Sorry, but hey! You're not the only one! My name means four! And Duo's two, and Wufei's five!"
"All you need now Is a one," said another boy with brown hair and dark eyes, who was taking new clothes out of boxes and putting them onto racks.
"That would be you, Heero," Trowa said, giving Heero Yuy a quick high-five. Heero and Trowa had been friends since they were kids.
"Hey, I happen to like my name," Heero retorted.
"Hey now you guys have a wonderful numbered group, so now you can tell who are first and who is the last of the group...like who is most important and who isn't." exclaimed Ami. "Now what about his clothes Trowa?"
Trowa circled Quatre, making the boy feel uncomfortable. "Heero, hand me that shirt on the left," he said.
"This one?" Heero asked, holding up a blue t-shirt. "How about putting this with it?" he offered, holding out a Hawaiian shirt with red and white design on it.
"Perfect, let's see, now..." Trowa said, holding the shirt up in front of Quatre. "Take this in the dressing room and put it on so we can see, and where this with it," Trowa said, also handing him a pair of baggy blue jeans. "Khakis just don't go with Hawaiian shirts..." Quatre nodded and walked into the dressing room. "What about you, Ami, what do you have in mind for yourself?"
"What ever you think that I will look good on me." said Ami with a shy smile.
"Well, obviously blue, that's for sure," Heero said with a smirk. "Oh, shut up, I'm the fashion expert around here..." Trowa said. "Now I'd say something with a blue denim jacket, red plaid shirt, and red skirt. And throw in a blue britty hat. White socks and black buckle-on shoes will be nice. Blue backpack and white binder, cat-printed folders."
"You could tell me what I should get by just looking at me....impressive." exclaimed Ami. "I'll take it all...and even Mr. Winner's clothes, please."
Quatre shyly peeked around the corner and ducked back behind it. "Do I HAVE to come out?"
"What? Do you not like it?" Trowa asked, clearly offended. "Mr. Winner...please come out because we have to go to some other places to finish shopping." explained Ami.
Quatre shyly stepped out. Trowa smiled, Heero gawked. "Am I good or what?" Trowa asked proudly. Quatre looked perfect.
"WOW, you look great better than the Arabian look." commented Ami.
"HEY! I LIKE THE ARABIAN LOOK!" Quatre shouted. He then snubbed her and walked back to the dress room. Two kids behind Ami snickered.
"Nice going," a boy with blond hair was wearing a red shirt and roller blades.
"Yeah, beautiful," a boy with black hair and dark skin, almost like a Mini- Ryo, said.
"HEY! NO ROLLER BLADES IN HERE!" Trowa yelled.
"Hey I was just joking about that! gees." Ami rolls her eyes. " Come on Quatre lets leave these punks."
"Punks?!" Slightly said offended. "I am a straight A student, for your information!"
"Yeah, and we didn't do anything anyway!" Billy said, sticking his tongue out at her. "So don't call us punks!"
Quatre couldn't help but laugh out loud as he came out wearing his regular clothes. "Will that be all?" Trowa asked, checking out what Quatre and Ami put on the counter.
"Well..." Quatre said, looking at the two boys who had their arms full of clothes. "Would you rather spend that money at Illusions?" he asked them.
"Would we ever!" Slightly shouted, running up and dumping his clothes on the counter, Billy following suit.
"That will be...a slamming $573.56!" Trowa said. "Are you sure you can afford that? Do you need to use a credit card?" Trowa gawked when Quatre pulled out some benjis.
"Have change for $600?" Quatre asked. Trowa silently gave Quatre his change and watched him, Ami and the boys leave.
" ...ready to get lunch first and you could also meet all my friends who will also be going to our school, would you like that?" asked Ami.
"I would like that a lot," Quatre said shyly. He then smiled broadly. "And lunch's on me!"
"Yes!" Slightly said. "All hail Quatre!"
"Oh, shut up!" Quatre said, hitting Slightly playfully.
"Oh, by the way, my name's Samuel Whittington, my friends call me Slightly. And this here is my best friend, Billy Jukes."
"My name's Quatre. Quatre Raberba Winner."
"Whoa," Billy said. "Try saying that three times fast."
"Hey you to be nice..." joked Ami with the 2 boys.
"While we're there, you can meet our friends!" Slightly said.
"And maybe mine will be there," Quatre said.
"Hey, I was just thinking, you think the pirates are there?" Billy asked.