Hey people! Here we are again!!!!! Galow Angel and Half-Devil wanna thank every reviewer for their support (we know we're slow with updateing, it's just a boring job, surry) Oh yeah, and to Mister luuuuve machine: Yes, we are both girls( how could two boys come up with this great stuff, or write a story about a girl's thoughts...? Eh, NEVER!) and we kinda don't feel very lonely (HORNY)...... we've got each other...

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Our punishment

Of course Heero's father was furious too. But only because of the tape. He didn't even seem to hear the part where Heero crashed my room into a million pieces. So he and my mum wanted to punish me. But when I threatened to jump out of the window, my mum quickly told Heero's father my part of the story. This time the words finally approached to his mind. Heero got an outburst from his father, almost as big as the one that my mum gave me!

So, Heero and I were sitting in the living room and waiting for my mum and Heero's father to come with a punishment. Then, finally, they came to us.

"Well, we've decided what to do with you," my mum said.

"O, great." I said. "You're treating me like I'm a prisoner or something."

"Well, you can consider yourself as one," my mum said. "Anyway," she continued. "You two are going on a journey."

"Yippy," I whispered.

"First you have to go to New York, there you will receive some more information about what you two are going to do."

"But what do we have to do?" I asked my mum.

"We won't tell you anything now, you'll see when you get there. Now, go on, you'll have to pack." And with those words she left the room.

I was standing in my room. I grabbed some clothes and threw them in the bag. My head was going to explode. I was so angry, but I didn't know if it was because of my mum or Heero.

When I was done, I stood in the middle of my crashed room, and looked around me. I saw the diary my father gave me ten years ago on my sixth birthday, just before he died. He wanted me to write in it, because I just started school and I was about to learn how to write and read. I was so mad when he died, that I never used it. I wanted it to be the way it was. I never even really touched it and you can still smell my fathers aftershave on it.

I quickly grabbed it and gently packed it. "Just in case," I whispered and went downstairs.

On my way I heard some very loud noises. It came from the kitchen. I sneaked towards the kitchen and opened the door a little bit.

There I saw Heero; he was screaming at his cell phone. It looked really weird.

"Yes mum, it worked! Why can't you just trust me? I'm your son, for crying out loud!"

Another voice came out of the phone and screamed back: "Don't you EVER talk to me like that! UNDERSTOOD?!"

Then Heero said (the nerves): "Ow screw you." He hung up, threw his phone against the wall, stormed out of the kitchen and bumped in to me.

We both fell on the floor. I must admit, in any other situation this would've been perfect (if he wasn't such an asshole)

He fell on me and we both looked each other in the eyes. I saw another look. It wasn't 'THE GLARE' but some rare kind of look.

The few seconds we were lying there, seemed like an eternity. His lips were close, too close If you ask me. But the feeling was sooo gooood... and just when I thought he was going to... well, you know, his eyes suddenly spat fire. I closed my eyes (for my own safety) and I felt him getting up. I opened my eyes and asked him very silently: "What worked?"

He glared at me and said: "Hn." Then he walked away.

My heart was beating abnormally fast. A nice feeling was flowing through my body. I wondered what it was but I just ignored it. I

realised I was still lying on the floor, so I got up and walked to the living room.

My mum and Heero's father were drinking tea. Heero was reading... Moby Dick. His eyes were glued to the pages, and even if heaven would collapse upon us, he wouldn't notice. I could see he was reading very fast, tearing the book apart with his eyes.

"Finally!" my mum said, "You can leave immediately, off you go."

And she pointed at the door, still holding her, by now empty, teacup. I was too mad to say goodbye, so I just turned around and stormed out of the door, even smacking it just when Heero wanted to walk out of the living room.

The butler was like... reading my mind! He was just in time by the front door and opened it right on the moment I wanted to crash into it. I saw a very ripped off car, far from luxurious. My mouth dropped open. "What the HELL?! I am so NOT driving in that piece of junk!"

"Yes, you are," Heero answered very quietly.

I didn't even hear him come out of the house, so I asked: "What's with the 'being quiet' stuff? Usually you just scream and yell," I said very venomously. He didn't reply. He just got in the car and waited 'till I got in... which I didn't. I was absolutely not going to get into that piece of filthy junk. And there was nothing he or anybody else could do about it.

After five minutes or so, Heero got out of the car and started speaking. "Look Clover, we can do this the easy way or the hard

way. The easy way is: You get in the car. The hard way is: I'll make you get in the car... so choose."

"Well, isn't that obvious, I'm not getting in that car and there is nothing you can do about it," I replied.

"OK."

"What? Just ok?"

"Yes," at that moment Heero walked towards me and (I was really stunned) he just picked me up, threw me in the car, took a rope (out of nowhere) and bound me to the car seat.

"What the HELL are you doing?!" I screamed at him. An evil smile appeared on his face and he said: "I'm just doing it the hard way, I already told you so. You did a really great job. I mean, clever people would at least struggle a little, but you really co-operated there."

I was staring at him for a moment, but then I realised my mouth was hanging wide open; He was really smart. I quickly shut it. I tried to free myself from his booby-trap, but that wasn't very successfully; Damn! I bet I looked really stupid then.

Heero put me in a lying position on the back seat. Then he closed the door and got in the front seat. "Heero, I'm warning you! If you start this car before you free me, you're dead!" I said.

He did some kind of evil laughter, and started the motor. "HEERO," I yelled. He started it again, and I felt we were driving.

It didn't matter how hard I tried; Heero just kept ignoring me. He even put some music on so he couldn't hear me anymore.

My throat was very hurtful, and I finally figured it was no use. We were driving for hours and I closed my eyes. I was so tired. The music was playing somewhere far on a back ground. Darkness was all around me.

I opened my eyes. It was dark. I didn't know where I was. Suddenly it all came back to me. I felt I was still lying in the car. Only someone took off the rope and covered me with a blanket... and even gave me a pillow. I tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn't. My body was stiff. I tried to move, but there

was absolutely no room! I tried to turn around on my other side as hard as I could, but I rolled off the back seat.

So now I was completely stuck! I tried to free myself, but nothing worked and I got a bit claustrophobic. I realised that someone had to pull me out.

"Hhhmmm," I said with my saddest voice. Silence. I panicked.

There was nobody in the car except me. Now I totally panicked. Then, suddenly, I heard a loud snore next to me.

"l!" I said very loud. I lifted my only not-stuck-arm and tried to find Heero. I let my hand fall down. It landed on something slimy (a head) I yelled, but another person (Heero) was yelling to. He sat straight, bounced his head on the roof of the car, and fell back on whatever he was sleeping on. He immediately got up again, this time gently, and turned on the light that was hanging in the middle of the roof.

He turned his head towards me; I could see he even looked cute when he just woke up, he looked cute with his hair that was pointing every way, he looked cute with that tired glare... I could also see he was mad... really mad!

"What's the meaning of this?!" he shouted.

"Help me out please," I begged him.

"No, now that you're awake you must hear the rules I made while you were sleeping!" he said strict.

"REALLY starting to CHOKE over here...!" I said.

"Hn," he responded, grabbed my arm and lifted me up like I didn't weigh any more than a feather.

And there I was, hanging on one arm. Heero quickly dropped me on the back seat and started speaking.

"Rule number one: 'NO SHOUTING!' Rule number two: 'No talking!' Rule number three: 'NO sarcasm, EVEN if it's meant ironically! Those are the rules, understood?!"

I didn't reply, I mean, he was the one who said 'no talking!'

"I said 'UNDERSTOOD?!' are you deaf or something?" Heero asked. I grabbed my bag, took out a paper, and wrote on it:

No shouting!

No talking!

No sarcasm!

UNDERSTOOD??!!

I gave it to him. He quickly red it, and then he looked up to me. I thought he was gonna say something like 'haha, very funny'. But instead of that he said: "Rule number three: NO SARCASM!"

"O, shut up! Just go back to sleep! I hope you drown in that... that... that thingy of yours what you call: 'A bed'." I said.

I turned around and pulled the blanket over my head. This was the worst punishment ever. But I never ever got punished! Strange...

That's it, R&R please

Galow Angel Half-Devil