"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Quatre screamed at the top of his lungs as the train of the roller coaster plunged down one of its many dips.
Trowa had decided to bring his new boyfriend to the carnival that had just opened up. He had heard of its splendor from Relena but he didn't know just how great it was until he got there. In seeing its massive size, Trowa would have believed it to be an amusement park rather than a carnival. It made him wonder at how it was possible to move a roller coaster of its size from one place to another. But at the sight of Quatre's delighted face and the excitement in his eyes, all thoughts of how the carnival got there vanished and all that was left were thoughts of what he was going to do there.
Quatre was absolutely ecstatic when he found out where Trowa had decided to take him on their date. As soon as they were in with an unlimited rides wristband on, Quatre grabbed the brunette's wrist and practically dragged him to the roller coaster. The line wasn't as short as anyone would like but just looking at the ride made the wait seem worth it. And now that Quatre was on the ride, he had decided that it was definitely worth it.
As the train came to a halt, the blonde could barely contain the grin that was spread across his face. As the restraint bar shot up to release him, he grabbed Trowa's wrist again and made a mad dash for a ride called "Centrifuge."
"Quatre, are you gonna be pulling my arm all night long?" Trowa asked playfully.
Quatre chuckled. "Only if you stay as slow as you've been."
And before he knew it, Trowa was on Centrifuge. The ride was very similar to the tea-cup ride at Disneyland with a table in the middle used to spin the cup around like crazy. Trowa's and Quatre's cup was spinning so fast with their combined strength that neither would be surprised if they flew right out.
After a few more rides, the couple took a break from the lines, lights, and spinning carts and decided to get some food. Not really caring for anything gourmet, they went straight for the burgers and fries. Add a soda and you have their main meal. To top if off, they shared some blue cotton candy.
Not wanting to upset their stomachs on more rides just yet, they headed over to the games.
"Hey! You! You look like an able-bodied man. Why don't you give this game a try? Win a prize for your boyfriend there?"
Trowa looked at the young woman calling to him from her booth. She was waving him over. The brunette looked down at a Quatre, who was watching the woman in amusement, and thought 'Well, why not? I'm sure Quatre would like a prize.'
Quatre was a bit surprised when he felt the light pull from his and Trowa's intertwined fingers heading towards the woman. But surprise turned into excitement in watching his Trowa win a prize.
Neither were aware of the strawberry blonde that watched Quatre from another booth. The unknown blonde swiftly made his way to the booth the couple was standing at and paid another worker for four balls.
"Ah, I knew you were a good boyfriend." The woman said. She winked at Quatre, causing the small blonde to smile. "The point of the game is to send all three milk bottles flying off of that platform. Do it, and win a prize. Each ball is fifty cents. You can trade in prizes for a larger one."
"How many times do I have to knock them down to get that one?" Trowa asked, pointing to a white teddy bear.
"Four."
Trowa paid two dollars and received the balls. He picked one up, took a step back, and with all the force he could muster up, launched the ball from his hand. The milk bottles didn't stand a chance as all three fell onto the floor. The woman set it up again, allowing Trowa to throw his second ball. Success was his again and again after a third try. Just as he was getting ready a fourth try, a strawberry blonde turned to face Quatre with a black teddy bear in his hands.
"Excuse me." Quatre turned to look at the taller blonde. "Here," the man said, motioning at the bear. "I won this for you."
"What?" Quatre said, shocked. He didn't even know the guy.
Trowa felt the frown emerge on his face. He stepped behind Quatre and wrapped one arm around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him in close. "Excuse me?"
The other blonde looked up at Trowa. "Oh." He smirked and looked back at Quatre. "Well, I noticed that you didn't have anything to commemorate the night and I thought you might like this."
Trowa glared daggers at the other man. He turned to the woman at the booth. "How many for that one?" He pointed at a large monkey. Much larger than a silly black bear.
The woman looked over her shoulder. "You need sixteen more if you make that last one in your hand."
Trowa nodded and gave the woman eight dollars.
The blonde, not wanting to be outdone, also paid eight dollars to the other worker.
Both boys started knocking down milk bottles left and right. The workers barely had enough time to restack the bottles before the boys threw them once again, knocking down all three. Once all sixteen were gone they glared at each other again.
"How much for the one over there?" The blonde said pointing to the even larger lion.
"Twenty more."
Each paid ten more dollars. Each threw perfectly.
"How much-"
"Please! Sirs! We don't have anything larger!" One of the workers called out, growing tired from the constant restacking.
Both were handed a lion and both turned to Quatre.
"Here! Courtesy Jamie Collins." The blonde said seriously as Trowa just stood there staring at Quatre, telling him in his mind to take his lion.
Quatre stared at both men and took a step back.
Then, a sound caught both the brunette's and the blonde's ear. It was the sound of the bell at the top of the "Test Your Strength" game. They looked at each other before dashing off towards the game. They plowed through the line and charged at the worker, money in hand.
Quatre sighed and leaned against the fence around the Test Your Strength area. He watched as the one named Jamie Collins struck the platform, shooting whatever it was that caused the sound from its resting place. A loud clang sounded before it dropped back down. Then it was Trowa's turn. The same clang arose from his strike, so Jamie decided to do it again, believing he could outlast his opponent. Trowa accepted the unspoken challenge and struck the platform with as much force as the blonde did, every time after the blonde did. Again, Quatre sighed.
"Quatre, sweetie!"
At the sound of his name, the small blonde looked over his shoulder and saw Relena waving to him. She said something to her boyfriend, Ethan, before dashing to her petite friend.
"Hey, Relena." Quatre smiled when the girl approached.
"So he brought you here after all. That's great. Where is your boy?"
Quatre simply nodded towards the game. Relena looked to see Trowa and a blonde unknown to her still striking the platform with a hefty pile of toys stacked up behind them.
"Whoa. Who's that?" She asked, motioning at the blonde.
"His name is Jamie Collins. He and Trowa and trying to figure out who's the stronger man."
Relena giggled. "Awww, are they fighting over you? That's so cute."
"Yeah, well. They've been at it for a while now…" Quatre shook his head. "So, how're you and Ethan?"
"We're great. I wish he'd fight over me." She laughed. "How're things working out for you and Tro?"
"Perfect. This is our first date. Well…it was perfect. I think Trowa's gone mad."
"Well, I suppose he had. Mad with love for his Cat." Quatre simply blushed. Relena smiled. "I guess I should head back to Ethan. I can see the line moving. I'll see you around, sweetie."
"Bye, Relena." Quatre turned his attention back to the game to see Jamie and Trowa being kicked out, each with a big bag of toys.
Trowa and Jamie rushed to Quatre, holding out the bag. But before Quatre could say anything, much less do anything, the pair took off again towards a fishing game. The small blonde sighed once more before hurrying to catch up with his boyfriend.
'I will not lose to him! I will not lose to him!' Trowa chanted in his mind. He paid the vendor for a fishing pole. He waited for the special red floating…thing before casting his rod. He "caught" it, winning a goldfish for Quatre.
'Quatre!' Trowa looked around to see Jamie on his side, trying to get a red floaty thing, but no Quatre. The brunette looked further out into the crowd and spotted his blonde leaning against the fence to a kiddy ride. He was staring off into the distance looking somewhat bored. 'Oh man…our first date and I screwed it up…' Trowa walked away from the game, goldfish in hand.
Quatre's attention went from "how should that third part of the song be played in comparison to the second" to his approaching boyfriend. Quatre smiled. "Ran out of money?" he joked.
Trowa didn't smile. "I'm sorry Cat. This is our date. Not mine and psycho-boy's over there. I should be with you and not with him. I'm sorry. It's just that he tried to win you over with his prizes and I wanted to prove that I was just as great as he is."
Quatre's smile grew. "Trowa, you don't have to prove anything to me. He could win every single stuffed bear in the world, but at the end of the day, I'm going home with you."
"What about the beginning?"
"Oh you." Quatre playfully pushed Trowa. The brunette just smiled. The blonde smiled in return before wrapping his arms around Trowa's neck. "I love you Trowa. I could care less how strong you are or how great you are at fishing."
Trowa wrapped an arm around Quatre's waist. "But I won." He smirked, holding up the goldfish.
"Yes you did. I'm very proud of you."
"Am I sensing sarcasm?"
"As a matter of fact, you are."
"Oh, okay. I was just checking." Trowa smiled again before leaning down to place a chaste kiss on Quatre's lips. "Hmm…"
"What?"
"I guess I won in more ways than one."
"Mmm…" Quatre purred. "I guess so."
When Jamie finally won a goldfish, he turned to look at his opponent only to see the bag of toys. He looked around some more and saw the brunette with his boyfriend. They were holding each other, both with smiles across their faces as love shone through their eyes. It was clear to Jamie that there was nothing that could break the pair up. Or at least nothing that he could do or would want to do. Jamie smirked and walked over to the couple, Trowa's toys in one hand and the goldfish in the other. "Well, well, well."
At the sound of Jamie's voice, Trowa's arm automatically clung to Quatre, pulling him closer. He glared at the other blonde.
Jamie held up his hands as best as he could with bags in each in a sign of peace. "Whoa boy. I come in peace. Just came to give this to you." He handed the prizes to Trowa who took the bag with a look of suspicion in his eyes. "And can I at least give him the fish?"
Quatre looked up at Trowa to watch for any sort of reaction. Nothing.
"Oh come on. Give your fish there a little friend." Jamie urged. "Think of it as a peace offering."
Still not convinced, Trowa just cocked an eyebrow. Jamie sighed.
"Look. As cute as he is," at this, Jamie winked at Quatre, causing the boy to blush. "I don't think it'd be wise at all to come between you. And plus, I still need money for my ride home." Quatre giggled and Trowa merely loosened his grip on his boyfriend. "So whaddaya say?" He held up the fish and smiled.
Quatre looked at the small orange creature swimming in circles. "Awww…it's cute…"
Trowa rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay. Fine. He can have the fish."
Jamie's smile grew as he handed the fish to Quatre who welcomed it with open arms. "Heh. You can name it Jamie."
Quatre held up the bag to his face and smiled at the fish. It just stared at him in return with its mouth opening and closing.
"I don't believe we've been formally introduced." Jamie grinned and held out his hand. "My name is Jamie Collins."
Trowa shook Jamie's hand. "Trowa Barton." He looked at Quatre who off to the side, still staring at the fish. "And he's Quatre."
"Hmmm. Cat. I like cats." At this, Trowa squeezed Jamie's hand as tightly as he could. Jamie snatched away his hand and shook it to get the blood flowing through it again. "I like dogs too." The blonde said, defensively. Trowa smirked, inwardly. "Well, Trowa Barton, you are one formidable opponent. I wouldn't mind competing with you again one day." Jamie took a small step back from Trowa and quickly added "At a sport."
"Hm." Trowa crossed his arms over his chest and smirked. Outwardly this time.
"Well, I suppose I should get going. Maybe I'll find some little kid to give those toys to. See you around, Trowa Barton." Jamie walked over to Quatre. "Goodbye, cutie." He held Quatre's chin in his fingertips and tilted his head up. Trowa's smirk slowly disappeared as one appeared upon Jamie's lips. "Cats were always my favorite…" And with that, he placed a very quick kiss upon Quatre's lips before dashing off.
"You!" Trowa growled.
Quatre, although shocked, hurried over to Trowa to keep the brunette from showing Jamie just how he felt. Quatre was sure that the end wouldn't be pleasant, especially for Jamie, had he not held his boyfriend back.
With a grin on his face, Jamie turned around while still running. "I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! Bye!" And with that, Jamie Collins disappeared within the crowd.
When Jamie vanished from his view, Trowa stopped trying to get past Quatre, although inside he was still seething. It was then he realized that Quatre was giggling.
"What's so funny?"
"You are!" Quatre broke out into laughter.
Trowa places his hands on his hips, the goldfish bouncing against his thigh. "I see no laughing matter. It must be all fun and games for you to have everyone think you're so cute and having their lips all over you."
Quatre just laughed some more. "Geez Trowa. I never thought of you as the jealous type."
Trowa crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "Jealous? I wasn't jealous."
"Oh really?" Quatre took a stance similar to Trowa's with a playful smirk on his lips. "Then why are you so flustered?"
"I am not flustered and I am not jealous. It's just that you're my boyfriend and I don't want anyone to touch you but me. Be it lips or fingers or…toes."
"Toes, huh?"
"Yes. And I don't want anyone who stares at you with starry eyes to get away with it."
"Starry eyes?"
"Yes."
"So you're not jealous."
"No."
"Just obsessively possessive."
Trowa thought about that for a bit. "Yes. Obsessively possessive and jealous are two completely different things. Remember that."
Quatre laughed again before wrapping his arms around Trowa's neck once more. "You're so weird."
"And yet, you still love me."
"Mmm. Yes I do."
And with that, Trowa leaned down to kiss what rightfully belonged to him.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own Quatre or Trowa or Relena. Jamie Collins is mine. As well as the carnival people and Ethan. Yes. We have a party at my place all the time. You wanna come?
I am actually quite surprised that I typed this up. You see, I reread the whole story including a great number of the reviews and as soon as I finished chapter 45, I was left with "so what now?" So I sat down and finished this bit up. I had the idea of it in my head and not on my computer. And my original computer has been mangled to bits, so has my car and myself, so it's hard to get anything done.
Ummm...travelling carnival of its size. Unbelievable. But in my mind, it happens and here it is. Too unbelievable? Think of it as an amusement park then. What else...the tea-cup ride is fun until lunch catches up with you...I never won a goldfish....
Why didn't Quatre just tell Jamie to bugger off? Shock I guess. And he couldn't really get a word in now could he? Trowa acting crazy? Wouldn't you be if someone tried to "play" with your Cat? Jamie Collins. What to say about him...I don't really know if he'll come up again. That would make this story even longer...hmmm...this is a long note section...Questions? Comments? Review!