For Life
The next morning, Trowa had left early to get to the gallery. He was dropping off a few of his paintings and establishing a reasonable price for each of them.
That left Quatre home alone.
Quatre sighed. 'I'm bored.' The blonde thought. He was sprawled out on his bed, staring at the ceiling. 'No gigs today. No Trowa to talk to. Can't call anyone 'cause they're all at work. Poop...' Quatre giggled to himself, not because he thought saying 'poop' in his mind was funny, but because he still resorted in using such a childish phrase. The boy rolled over onto his stomach and hugged the pillow that Trowa had slept on the night before. It still smelled like him. Again, Quatre giggled.
'Who would have thought? I never pinned Trowa to be the jealous type.' He glanced over at the bag of toys from last night. 'No. Not jealous. Obsessively possessive was what it was. Jamie Collins sure did make things interesting last night.'
When Quatre and Trowa finally went home, they had a debate over what they would name their fish. Trowa absolutely refused to name either of the fish 'Jamie'. But because Jamie did give them his fish, Trowa did agree to buy one of those scuba guys that go on the bottom of an aquarium and name that Jamie. But for now, the fish were swimming around in a glass vase until their owners got them a new aquarium.
The blonde sighed again and flopped back onto his back, pillow still wrapped in his arms. "I am so bored..." he groaned. "Someone save me..."
Just then, the phone rang. Quatre, a bit startled, a little creeped out, but still curious, hopped off his bed with his pillow under one arm. He hurried to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Quatre. This is Ralph."
"Hi Ralph."
"I just played your demo to my colleagues. They loved it. They wanted me to get you on the phone right away so we could work with you in our studio."
Quatre laughed. "Wow..."
"I'm here in Los Angeles right now and I was wondering if you could come here so we could tie up any and all loose ends and so we could work on your record. Your travel plans will be top notch, courtesy Quintessence Records."
"I-uh...wow..." Was all Quatre could respond with.
"Is that a yes? You can bring Trowa with you, by all means."
The blonde laughed again. "Yes, that's a yes. When will I need to leave?"
"By next week."
"Okay. Well, I'll talk to Trowa."
"How are things with you two?"
"Perfectly fine. We went out on our first date."
Ralph chuckled on the other end.
"How are things with you and Hilde?" Quatre asked with a sly smile.
Ralph was quiet for a second and Quatre knew he was blushing. "We-er...she's moving out to LA. We're not going to live with each other quite yet. She said she wanted to move out here anyway, before she met me, but since she did meet me, it gave her the motivation to get going. We'll see how it works out with our crazy schedules."
"Well, I hope things work out perfectly for you two."
"Yeah, me too. Quatre, I gotta go. Gotta talk to some nagging talent agents with sticks up their butts. I'll call you tomorrow to see if I need to reserve one or two plane tickets."
"All right. Bye, Ralph."
"Bye, Quatre."
The blonde hung up the phone and smiled. "Whew! I'm gonna work for Quintessence." Quatre plopped onto the couch and hugged his pillow. 'Things are finally looking up. I made good with my dad, I'm beginning a great career, and the man I love loves me back. Life is good!'
Quatre leaped up into the air with a grin on his face. He hopped over to the stereo and turned on the radio. He scanned through all the stations until he found a song that fit his mood.
Quatre jumped onto the couch with his pillow tucked under his arm. With his hand held up near his mouth holding a pretend microphone, he sang out the chorus at the top of his lungs.
"And I'm free!! Free fallin'!!!"
It was like it was straight out of Jerry Maguire.
He hopped off the couch, playing his pillow like a makeshift guitar.
The minute Trowa stepped off the elevator, he could hear music from behind one of the doors on his floor. He was somewhat surprised to find that it was coming from behind his own door. When he stepped into his apartment, Quatre was dancing around with his eyes closed. The brunette was also curious as to why his boyfriend was dancing around with a pillow.
"Yeah I'm free!! Free fallin'!!!" Quatre spun around and yelped at the sight of his Trowa standing there with his head cocked to the side. He could see the curiosity in his eyes and the amusement on his lips. "Trowa! When did you get back?"
"A couple minutes ago. Do you always do this when I'm out?"
Quatre blushed and gave Trowa a sheepish grin.
"Oh, and what's with the pillow?"
Quatre looked at the pillow in his hands. His blush deepened as well as his grin. "I-um...I was just really happy with everything and I just couldn't contain it anymore."
"And the pillow?"
"It smells like you."
Trowa stepped up to his boyfriend. He bent down and sniffed the pillow. "So it does." He stood upright. "Is this my replacement?"
Quatre smiled. "Only temporarily. Nothing could ever replace you."
Trowa returned the smile. "Good." He bent down again, not to sniff the pillow, but to give Quatre a kiss.
Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck, the pillow, which was now just a pillow, left forgotten on the floor.
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"Los Angeles, huh? Of course I'll go with you."
"What about your job?" Quatre asked, looking down at Trowa. The brunette was lying down in his boyfriend's lap as Quatre idly played with Trowa's hair.
"Quatre, I can paint anywhere. In fact, it's better to get around to get different perspectives and more inspiration."
"I know that, silly. I meant the gallery."
"I don't know. I guess I can send them all my new stuff and they can just transfer my paychecks straight to my bank account. It doesn't matter how it gets done, Quatre. I want to be by your side no matter where you are."
Quatre smiled and took hold of Trowa's hand. "Love you."
"I love you, too, Cat."
Quatre bent down and briefly kissed Trowa on the lips causing the brunette to purr in satisfaction.
"How 'bout we celebrate?" Trowa asked as Quatre pulled away.
"What do you have in mind?"
"You'll see. But first, we need to get the fish some stuff. You up to going to the pet store?"
"Sure. But if I see a bunny, I may get tempted to buy one. You have been warned."
Trowa chuckled. "Clearly noted." He sat up. "Go on and get dressed. I need to make a phone call."
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"I think we should get one with a shark biting its leg." Trowa commented.
The two boys were currently in the pet store looking at scuba guys.
"Trowa, even if they had one like that, I'd say no. That's just mean."
"Hey, it's just an interpretation of how I feel."
"You want to bite Jamie Collins' leg off?"
"Yes."
Quatre laughed. "You are too weird. Just pick one."
"Fine."
Trowa grabbed a random scuba diver and tossed it to Quatre. They picked out a simple 10-gallon tank for the two little fish. It came with a filtration system so cleaning it wasn't entirely necessary, and a light that made the water glow blue. They also bought blue and green rocks, those long seaweed-looking things, some fish food, a sunken ship that the fish could swim through, and a scuba guy.
The two were heading back to their apartment with their new fish stuff in hand. As they approached the door, Quatre spotted a red rose lying on the floor. Quatre picked it up and examined it. Trowa smirked and wrapped his free arm around his boyfriend. He whispered into his ear, "A deep red rose, to symbolize how deep my love is for you."
Quatre smiled. "Trowa, you're cheesy."
Trowa smiled and kissed Quatre's neck. "And you like it."
The two stepped into their apartment and placed their purchases onto the kitchen counter.
"How did you get this here?" Quatre asked, smelling the rose.
"While you were dressing, I made two phone calls. One to make reservations at the restaurant we're going to and the other to Dorothy. I asked her if she would do this for me and she practically jumped at the chance."
"We have such nice friends." Quatre beamed.
"We have about an hour before we have to get to the restaurant. Go get ready. I'll set up the fish."
"Are you sure? I can do that while you get ready."
"I'm positive. Now go on."
Quatre did as he was told and hopped in the shower. Trowa filled the tank with water and set up the rocks, the ship, and the seaweed. He picked up the scuba diver. 'Hm. I still think we should have got one with a shark biting it...' Trowa shrugged before tossing it into the tank. He let the fish readjust to the water temperature before dumping them into their new home.
"There you go, guys. Hope you like it."
At the sound of the bathroom door clicking, Trowa turned around and caught a glimpse of the shower-slick Quatre who quickly ducked into his room. The brunette relished his naughty thoughts before heading off to take his own shower.
The now dried off and boxer-clad Quatre peeked out of his room to check if Trowa was still in the kitchen or if he was taking a shower. Since Trowa was nowhere in sight, Quatre walked over to the phone.
Minutes later, both boys were ready to go. They walked hand-in-hand down to the street where they saw a limousine waiting. The driver walked up to them.
"Are you Trowa Barton and Quatre Winner?"
"Yes," Trowa replied. "What's this?"
"Your limousine, sirs. Courtesy a Dorothy Catalonia. She left you a note inside." The driver held open the door for them.
When both were inside, Quatre turned to Trowa. "Did you ask her to do this, too?"
"Actually, no. Look. There's the note." Trowa reached for the note with their names on it that was placed next to a champagne bottle and two wine glasses.
Hey guys!
Hope you don't mind. Heard you were going on a date, so I decided to cozy it up for you. Feel free to drink the champagne. And please boys, don't do anything naughty in the limo. I need it for work tomorrow.
Love ya!
Dorothy
Trowa folded the note and put it back where it was. "We have nice friends." He smiled at Quatre and placed an arm around his shoulders.
Quatre nodded and relaxed against Trowa's body.
The brunette nuzzled Quatre's hair. "Love you, Cat." He kissed Quatre's temple.
Quatre snuggled into Trowa even more. "I love you, too, Trowa..."
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own Trowa or Quatre or Dorothy or any of the Gundam Wing characters. But I do own Ralph and the driver. And all of Ralph's colleagues. And 2, 1/3 finished bottles of Powerade.
Okay. So I had to go to the bathroom at 4 in the morning. And so I did. And on my way out of my room, I looked at my computer (cause it looked pretty lonely) and decided to turn it on so that it'll be completely on when I'm finished with my business (do you really want to know this?). But before the whole bathroom escapade, I was lying in bed trying to sleep when a little bit of dialogue popped into my head. And now that I think about it, I can't remember what it was but it did lead me to think up what should happen in this part. So you should be glad. Maybe. Only if you liked it.
Okay. The cheesy rose thing. I like it. I think it's funny. When the red rose line popped into my head and I typed it out, I just cracked up. I thought it was hilarious cause it's so cheesy. And the fish. I don't know why I wrote so much about the whole fish stuff bit. It was supposed to be, the fish are in a bowl. They have water. That's it. But they got a whole new tank. I guess it's cause fish need homes too. I'm sorry that this chapter is so cheesy and fluffy. Couldn't help it. Do you really protest? The 'second date' will finish up next. It'll be cheesy and fluffy just like this one. I don't think it'll take as long for me to get it out. And stuff.
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