A/N: Ok, I apologize for the continuing shortness, length is not my forte. I'm too used to writing flash sized pieces.
/ What ?/
Quatre pulled up in his car right as Noin came down the flight stairs of the vehicle they'd be traveling in.
"Well Quatre, what are you doing here?" she asked, watching as the driver unloaded a suitcase from Quatre's trunk.
He took her hand and shook it. "Nice to see you too." He paused, and took a closer look around, Zechs still wasn't there. "Didn't he tell you?" Quatre asked, half amused that the famed lightning count had lost his spine.
"Didn't who tell me what?" Noin inquired, narrowing her eyes.
"Zechs, he had invited me a long." He watched to gage her reaction. She certaintly didn't seem upset. In fact, she broke out in a smile, and for some odd reason, the eye that he could actually see seemed to break out in a twinkle.
"Well, maybe I forgot, who knows. Let me tell you what I had planned on doing though, atleast that must I know Zechs couldn't have told you yet."
Quatre smiled politely, grabbed his luggage and followed as she incessantly spoke. What had he gotten himself in to.
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Zechs ran down the flight strip, having overslept that morning. Dumb alarm clocks, why did they have to shut off when you hit them, they sure as heck didn't normally. He faught his hair, as he started the run up the flight steps, of the shuttle he was pretty sure he was on. His hair just would not behave itself. Of course, it didn't help that he hadn't bothered to brush his mane out. Panting slightly he finally stepped into the cabin. He really needed to start running again. "Hello." he muttered, finally bothering to look around, and he stopped dead in his tracks. There they sat, the two of them, playing chess, Noin's legs crossed, laughter in her eyes, and Quatre was ...giggling? This was just not right, he Zechs Merquise, was the only one supposed to play chess with Noin.
Noin paused briefly to look up from the board. Quatre really was a horrible player. "Oh, hey Zechs, you finally made it."
"Ya, where should I put my bag?"
"Anywhere, the place is all ours." Noin's eyebrow twitched, Zechs had just been glaring at Quatre, which was obvious since the young man was dancing in his seat. What was going on?
/ What ?/
Quatre pulled up in his car right as Noin came down the flight stairs of the vehicle they'd be traveling in.
"Well Quatre, what are you doing here?" she asked, watching as the driver unloaded a suitcase from Quatre's trunk.
He took her hand and shook it. "Nice to see you too." He paused, and took a closer look around, Zechs still wasn't there. "Didn't he tell you?" Quatre asked, half amused that the famed lightning count had lost his spine.
"Didn't who tell me what?" Noin inquired, narrowing her eyes.
"Zechs, he had invited me a long." He watched to gage her reaction. She certaintly didn't seem upset. In fact, she broke out in a smile, and for some odd reason, the eye that he could actually see seemed to break out in a twinkle.
"Well, maybe I forgot, who knows. Let me tell you what I had planned on doing though, atleast that must I know Zechs couldn't have told you yet."
Quatre smiled politely, grabbed his luggage and followed as she incessantly spoke. What had he gotten himself in to.
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Zechs ran down the flight strip, having overslept that morning. Dumb alarm clocks, why did they have to shut off when you hit them, they sure as heck didn't normally. He faught his hair, as he started the run up the flight steps, of the shuttle he was pretty sure he was on. His hair just would not behave itself. Of course, it didn't help that he hadn't bothered to brush his mane out. Panting slightly he finally stepped into the cabin. He really needed to start running again. "Hello." he muttered, finally bothering to look around, and he stopped dead in his tracks. There they sat, the two of them, playing chess, Noin's legs crossed, laughter in her eyes, and Quatre was ...giggling? This was just not right, he Zechs Merquise, was the only one supposed to play chess with Noin.
Noin paused briefly to look up from the board. Quatre really was a horrible player. "Oh, hey Zechs, you finally made it."
"Ya, where should I put my bag?"
"Anywhere, the place is all ours." Noin's eyebrow twitched, Zechs had just been glaring at Quatre, which was obvious since the young man was dancing in his seat. What was going on?