After Trowa's graduation, he and Quatre said 'goodbye' to their friends again before heading off to New York for Quatre's graduation. During the two days before said graduation, Trowa decided to tag along to see how life was as a Julliard student.
"Helloo!! Quatre!!"
Quatre and Trowa stopped to see Hilde racing up to them. She threw her arms around the blonde and planted a sloppy kiss on Quatre's cheek.
'Just like Duo…' Trowa thought with some amusement.
"Welcome back sweetie! I missed you! A month without my best friend is just the pits. Especially when I'm on dates!" she winked.
Quatre laughed.
"So who's the cutie?" Hilde asked looking at Trowa.
"Hilde, this is Trowa Barton. Trowa, this is Hilde Schbeiker."
The two shook hands.
"So you're the famous Trowa Barton that I've heard so much about." She leaned over to Quatre's ear. "He's cuter in real life!" she whispered loudly.
Trowa looked down and shook his head. 'Definitely Duo…'
"Well Trowa, it seems that you've taken over my role as Cat's best friend. But I want that title back. Wanna fight?" she said holding up her fists up in a boxing stance.
"Um…"
"Hilde! You're being silly. Stop it."
She dropped her fists. "Hm. How 'bout you buy me lunch and we call it even? I'm starving." Hilde grabbed Trowa's arm and began pulling him towards the nearest exit. Trowa was a bit surprised but followed the girl.
"Hilde!" Quatre called.
"Quatre!" she called back teasingly. "Don't worry! He'll be back before dark! I promise!"
Quatre just stayed where he stood and shook his head before heading to his dorm.
* * *
"So…" Hilde sighed between French fries. She dragged Trowa to the Johnny Rocket's just a few blocks away from the school. So far, the two had gotten nowhere conversation-wise.
"Hm."
"You're awfully quiet."
"…"
"Don't have a lot to say?"
"…"
"Do I have something in my teeth?"
"…"
"Do I smell?"
"…"
"Say something, already."
"Something."
"That's not what I meant!"
"…"
"Ugh. You're impossible."
"Hm."
"How does Quatre put up with you?"
"…"
"I'd go crazy if I were him. I'm going crazy as is."
"…"
"RAAARG! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!"
* * *
Quatre was lounging on the couch with the cordless phone in his hand. He was waiting expectantly for it to ring. Soon, it did.
"You shouldn't have left like that, Hilde." Quatre smiled as he answered the phone.
"I don't understand how you put up with his silence, Cat. It's like talking to a rock that says 'hm' about once every five minutes!"
"Calm down. He's not that bad."
"Rescue me!"
"Fine, fine. Where are you?"
"Johnny Rocket's."
"Kay. Order me food. I'll be there in a bit."
"You better."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Quatre disconnected the call and rolled off the couch.
The blonde slid on his jacket before walking to where his friends were. From the window, Quatre could see a fidgety Hilde and a very still Trowa. Quatre laughed at the scene and walked in to save his friends.
"Thank goodness!" Hilde sighed. "Finally, someone who talks back!"
Quatre giggled and sat down next to Trowa. "Trowa, be nice."
"Hm."
"AH! He said it again!"
"Hilde, shush." Quatre looked up at Trowa. "How are you?"
"Fine. And yourself?"
Quatre smiled. "Fine and dandy."
Hilde's jaw dropped onto the tabletop as she stared in shock at Trowa. "How'd you do that?"
"Tell her, Trowa." Quatre chuckled.
Trowa sighed. "It's not like I don't talk, cause I do. I talk when I have something to say not when someone asks me if they have something in their teeth."
Hilde blushed. "Oh. Heh. Do I?"
"…"
Quatre laughed. Soon a plate of fries was dropped off at the table and the blonde popped some in his mouth. "You two crack me up."
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own the GW peoples. Short chapter. And that's all I have to say about that...