"So how long has it been since you and the others planned this?" Quatre asked Heero and Duo, as he sat cross-legged in front of the television. After finally getting out of the theatre, Trowa, Quatre, and the others went their separate ways for the evening to call it a night. It had been a very eventful day for all ten friends.
"It's been so long, we've lost track." Heero shrugged.
"But it has been a while since you two first made googily eyes at each other. I was about to shove you two in a closet so you could make-out already." Duo added.
Quatre blushed. "We weren't that bad, were we?"
Heero and Duo simply nodded.
"Was it really that obvious?" Trowa asked.
"And beyond, my friend. And beyond." Duo said, matter-of-factly.
Just then, the newscaster stated the arrival of "breaking news."
"Ladies and gentlemen, this just in. It appears *snicker* that there is a strange creature *snicker* handcuffed outside of Quinn Corp. Here's Stacy Hongvilay with the details."
"Thank you, Bruce. Ladies and gentlemen, here, just outside the headquarters of Quinn Corporation, we have discovered *snicker* a new species." The cameraman zoomed into the green, white-haired creature, with flippers on his feet, and mittens on his hands.
"Oh my gosh, that's Taylor!" Quatre said, stunned. He leaned towards the television, wanting to learn more of the strange occurrence.
"Un-cuff me at once!" Taylor snarled at the reporter.
"It appears that this creature can speak our native tongue." She turned to Taylor and smiled. "Don't worry. We come in peace." She turned back to the camera, a playful smile on her lips. "Ladies and gentlemen, do not be alarmed. We will have this creature back home in no time. Whether or not this is just a strange stunt pulled by Quinn Corp or a prank pulled by some random stranger, this is Stacy Hongvilay saying 'We are not alone.' Back to you Bruce."
"Wow…" Quatre leaned back, still staring at the screen. "I wonder who did that to him…"
Duo waved the question off. "Don't worry about it Q-man. He's not your business anymore. For all I care, he deserved it."
Quatre looked at Duo then back at the TV before nodding in agreement.
"It seems to me that Quatre and my little get-together wasn't the only thing you planned…" Trowa whispered to Heero.
"I have no clue what you're talking about, Trowa…"
"Hm."
"Hn."
"I think we should call it a night." Duo yawned. He walked over to Heero and placed an arm around the cobalt-eyed man's shoulders. "Nighty-night, you two. And don't do anything we wouldn't do."
Trowa scoffed. "Like that leaves out much." Realizing what he had just said mixed with Duo's assumption of what he and Quatre would do, Trowa darted his gaze from a blushing Quatre to a ginning Duo and back to Quatre who was staring intently at the TV screen. "I didn't mean- I mean, I would like to- I mean, only if you-"
But Trowa was cut off by the sound of Duo's laughter.
* * *
Nothing happened that night, except for some cuddling and kissing and that's how it remained for the next few days. The rest of the week was a quiet one for them and their friends. That all did some more sightseeing as one large group the next day with Dorothy and Relena acting as their "official" tour guides. They even had an agenda for the day. The day after that, Heero, Duo, Wufei and Sally searched for apartments in areas not too far from their friends with the help of Catherine's husband, Mark. By the next day, both couples had found what they were looking for and sealed the deal. They finished that day off touring that gallery where Trowa's artwork was showed. Sally even bought one.
"You could have just asked me to paint you something, Sally." Trowa said, after noticing the woman's purchase.
Sally just shrugged. "I like shopping. And selling your art is how you make money so you shouldn't be complaining." She smiled at him. "Plus, it's fun to see Wuffie's reaction to whatever I buy."
"Onna!"
"See what I mean?" Trowa simply chuckled.
"You bought something? Sally, money doesn't grow on trees!" Wufei looked from the painting to his wife.
"Oh hush Wuffiekins." At this, they heard Duo laugh from somewhere in the room, repeating the word "Wuffiekins." "I'm just supporting our friend's work. And, I like it. Here." She handed it over to Wufei, forcing him to hold the woman's purchase.
"First you buy it, and they you expect me to carry it-"
"I did, and you will. Now hush." Sally glared at her husband, effectively shutting him up. She walked off, looking at more paintings.
Wufei shook his head. "Women." He looked over at Quatre, who was standing with Hilde and Ralph in front of one of the paintings, then at Trowa, who was smirking at his friends' exchange. "Be glad you don't have to deal with this, Barton." Wufei shook his head again before following his wife. Trowa just laughed.
When the final day of their stay was at hand, Duo definitely did not want to leave.
"NO! You can't make me! I don't wanna! I don't wanna!" Duo sat on the floor of the airport, lower lip hanging out in protest.
"Duo! Come on! It's bad enough you're making me carry everything, now you're being difficult?"
"But Heeeerooo…I wanna stay with Cat and Tro~wa." Duo pouted some more. "And the carnival is coming, too! I don't wanna go!"
Heero rolled his eyes. "Ugh. Fine. Do whatever you want. I'll see you when you come to your senses." He turned and walked away from the violet-eyed boy.
Duo jumped up. "Hey! You're not supposed to walk away! You're supposed to stay and convince me to go home with you!" Heero just kept walking. "Heero! Heero!"
"Bye Duo! I'll call you when I get home!" He waved at the braided boy over his shoulder.
"HEERO!!"
* * *
"You know, it's been a lot quieter not that they're gone." Trowa said, out of the blue. The two had been sitting on their couch, Quatre snuggled up against Trowa as Trowa wrapped an arm around his Quatre. Trowa had been reading a book with his head resting atop platinum locks while Quatre just sat there, enjoying the comfort of his Trowa.
Quatre chuckled. "Enjoy it while you can cause when they move into their new apartments, they'll be here more often than not."
Trowa smiled and turned to kiss Quatre's head. Quatre simply grinned. "Hey Cat?"
"Hm?"
"You wanna go out on a date with me?"
Quatre laughed. "Do you really need to ask?"
Trowa shrugged. "I thought it would be polite to."
The aqua-eyed boy turned around and kissed Trowa on the lips. "I would love to."
"Great. I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven."
Quatre laughed again. "Pick me up? Trowa, we live together."
Trowa just responded with a kiss.
* * *
The next day, Trowa had to stop by the gallery to drop off his work and pick up his paycheck. While Quatre waited, he sat in his studio, writing new songs while listening to old ones. He didn't hear Trowa slip back in and take a shower. He didn't hear Trowa enter his room and dress up for the date. And he didn't hear Trowa slip back out again. Noticing that it was six, Quatre left his studio, wondering where Trowa was. Still, he took a shower and got ready for his date.
At precisely seven o'clock, a knock came at the door.
Quatre smiled and rushed to the door. There he was greeted with a single white rose and a handsome Trowa Barton. Trowa was wearing black dress pants with a silky green blouse to bring out his eyes. Quatre wore a similar outfit with khaki dress pants and a white blouse.
"Hello, Quatre. I'm here to pick you up for our date." He handed Quatre the rose. "Pure white. To signify the pureness in my love for you."
Quatre blushed but laughed at the same time. "Trowa, you're cheesy."
"And you like it."
Quatre reached up and planted a kiss on Trowa's cheek. "Yes. Yes I do."
The brunette wrapped his arms around Quatre's waist. "So, you ready?"
"Yup. Where're we going?"
Trowa placed a chaste kiss upon Quatre's lips. "You'll see."
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own the GW characters, nor do I own Taylor Quinn. Ralph, Bruce, Stacy, and the cameraman are mine. What? The cameraman played a vital role in this chapter...O_o*
So, it's been a VERY long while since my last update. Sorry about that. I haven't really found the time to write and to make matters worse, the computer that had all my stories on it is having a problem. I fear that I'll end up losing all my work. And I know that this chapter was very short and I'm sorry. I'll try better for the next one. And...I'm sure that that's the last of Taylor Quinn that we'll be saying. Please bid him a nice farewell.
My, my...this is a long story, now isn't it? Thanks for all your reviews. And yes, the story is reaching its conclusion. It'll probably end up being 50 chapters or so. Yeah.