Quatre wanderd out of his room. It was too stuffy there, he hated this place he was in. /I have my friends and my freedom of war...So why do I feel so traped/ Quatre was going through one of those changes that happen to every young man when he finds someone he is attracted to, and can't tell that person how he feels. It was a nightmare for poor Quatre. Duo bounded around the corner and nearly ran into Quatre. Duo dissapeard and very shortly after, Wufei came rounding the corner. "Where is he!" Wufei roared, katana held high. Quatre blinked and shruged helplessly. "I dont know..." Wufei took off past Quatre screaming and ranting about injustice. /A normal day in my life.../ Quatre sighed. This was going to be a very long day.
Quatre had managed to get Wufei away from Duo long enough for Duo to appologise. "Geez, Wu-man...I didn't think that you really liked that Jackie Chan movie...let alone was taping it...sorry," Wufei scoffed and went about his buisness. Duo went off into his room and blared somesort of heavy metal rock, screaming about bodies hitting a floor. Quatre grit his teath at the horrible noise. Duo bounded out of his room singing. "Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor!" Quatre moved into the kitchen, away from the noise. Trowa was sitting at the table, head phones on, going over some mission files Heero had given him. Trowa's head bobed rythmically to the music which Quatre could not hear, but was sure it was fantastic.
Trowa glaned up at Quatre. He was watching him, studding him, like he was in a trance. Trowa blinked and removed his headphones. "Um...Quatre?" he said, so softly, as if an angel was speeking to him. "Oh, yes, sorry...I...I was...Umm...What I mean is..." Quatre couldn't form his words. Trowa smiled softly. "Oh yeah, don't you want to help with the files?" Quatre beamed. "Yes! I'd love to," Quatre said with a smile. Quatre sat next to him, now being able to hear the music softly playing from her headphones. Quatre smiled. Trowa looked at Quatre. /What is up with you.../ Quatre was being...Strange, more or less. Trowa looked at the papers on the table. He reached and handed Quatre some of them. "Here, look at these. Heero wants us to review all of these files,and he will type them up. Why we have to go throguth them is beyond me though..." Trowa smiled helplessly. Quatre smiled and took the papers, his fingers shyly bruhed aganst Trowa's. Quatre's cheeks turned red. He looked down and blinked. "Um...excuse me for a minute please." And with that, he was gone, out through the kitchen door, leaving poor Trowa with bewilderment.
Quatre didn't stop, just kept walking. /I thouched him...Oh man...What set me off like that? If I can't even stand a few little touches...How will I ever be able to tell him/ Quatre stoped and looked. He was near the park. He enterd the lush green area and sat at a bench, under an enormous oak tree. "I suppose I'll have to tell him sometime...Well...Here goes..."
Trowa had just finihed the paper work when Quatre came back. He ran up into his room, without a single word to him. "What the f..." Duo came crashing down the hall. "Yo! Trowa!" Trowa groaned. "What?" Duo grined. "Make food!" Trowa sweat droped. "Um...Can't...I'm tired," Trowa got up and ran down the hall and up the stairs, leaving Duo alone in the kitchen. "Oh well, make mah own food, you never make enough anyway!"
Trowa laied on his bed. He looked over at the night stand at the picture of him, and the other four pilots. Heero and Wufei were actually smiling. Duo was standing behind him in the picture, his hand burried into his short tawny hair, ruffling it playfully, Quatre next to him, smiling so sweetly, looking at him in the picture. He smiled. He had his arm around his slender shoulders. Trowa was watching the camera, and Wufei and Heero were sorta away from the group. Trowa sighed and placed his face aganst his pillow. The fabric was cool and calming . There was a knocking at the door and Trowa lifted his head. "Yes?" "May I come in?" Quatre called softly.