"Troooooowwwaaaa!" shrieked the girl by the name of Jenna Collins. She attached herself to the brunette's arm like a parasite to its host.
"Dammit, get off of me." Trowa growled. It was about fifteen minutes before basketball practice and he really didn't feel like dealing with her.
Jenna's grip tightened on Trowa's arm. "Trowa you're so cute when you act annoyed."
"Trust me, Jen. He's not acting."
Jenna spun around and faced her brother. "What are you doing here, James? Aren't you supposed to be somewhere in lurkdom checking out guys?"
James just ran a hand through his hair to reveal his dazzling blue eyes. "I was just heading over there, Jenna. Care to join me? Oh wait, you've already slept with all the guys there. That's just too bad."
Jenna just hmphed but didn't release her hold on Trowa.
Jamie smirked before turning to leave. His sister could be so stupid at times.
Trowa wished it were that easy to get away from the leech attached to his arm. She pulled the green-eyed boy to where her friends were and started chatting like a madwoman.
The insistent babble was driving Trowa nuts. He just wanted to smack Jenna to get her to shut up. He was just about to tell her his plan when a faint sound reached his ears.
"Trowa? Trowa! Are you listening to me?" Jenna pouted.
"No, not really. Excuse me." He pulled his arm out of her grasp and began walking towards the sound.
"Trowa? Trowa?! TROWA?!"
Wanting to escape from the girl, and wanting to find out what the sound was, Trowa dashed away. He realized that the sound was in fact the sound of music. The music grew much louder in each step of the tall boy's search. It was if the song was beckoning him to come and so he did. As he turned a corner, Trowa grasped at the sight before him. Standing in the shade of a tree was an angel playing the violin. The angel was complete with wings and a halo hovering above platinum blonde hair. Trowa shut his eyes and when he opened them, the angel was just an ordinary boy. Even still, Trowa was mesmerized. The music he played was unknown to the banged boy, but it didn't matter. He doubted that it would matter even if he did know.
The blonde pulled the bow across the string one last time and slowly opened his eyes.
Once again, Trowa was blown away by the sight of the boy's big teal eyes. Never had he seen such a color grace a face and he wasn't all too surprised that it would for the boy in front of him. "Beautiful..." Trowa said, walking over to where the boy stood.
Quatre's eyes shot to the brunette approaching him. The voice had caught the blonde by surprise that quickly switched into anger.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Quatre snapped.
Trowa paused in his tracks only five feet from the other boy. "Whoa. Take it easy. I heard the music and followed the sound here. You play wonderfully."
"Who asked you?!" Quatre growled. "What do you think this is? A concert?"
"Hey, calm down." Trowa raised his hands in surrender. "I was complimenting you."
"Did I ask for a compliment? No! So just butt out!"
"What's your problem?" Trowa said getting irritated. "You're being very rude-"
"I'm being rude? You're the one who popped in uninvited! Don't you think there's a reason why I'm playing out here in the first place? It's to be alone!" Quatre stooped down and put his violin back into its case. He picked up his book bag and stormed off. He paused at the entrance to the area and faced the taller boy. "And another thing! Next time you hear music, just listen! That's what you do with music. You don't have to go nosy off into other people's business!" With that, he disappeared around the corner with a huff.
Trowa just stared off at where the boy left. He wasn't angry, just somewhat surprised and confused. 'Who was that?'
* * *
A few paces away from where he just verbally assaulted the brunette, Quatre came to a stop. He suddenly felt awful for yelling at the brunette who was only trying to be nice. The blonde shook his head and continued to walk away. 'It's better this way. I shouldn't get close to anyone. It's enough already that I let Heero and Duo in. But…" Quatre sighed. "He sure was cute…'
* * *
"Come on, Barton! Where's The Panther at? Get it together or get off my court!" Coach Richards yelled.
Trowa just shook his head and walked in a circle to catch his breath and regain his concentration.
"Hey, Tro. You okay?" Heero asked, jogging up to his friend. "You seem real out of it today."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I've just got something on my mind." 'More like someone.'
Heero scrutinized his fellow teammate but didn't say another word.
Another play was called. Number 19 tossed the ball to number 84 only to have Trowa rush up behind him and make the steal.
"That's more like it." Coach Richards clapped as he watched The Panther race down the court. He tried for a right-handed lay-up only to have it rejected. "Never mind." The coach shook his head. "Barton, get off my court! Don't come back on until you've got your head out of your ass."
Trowa shook his head again and walked over to the bleachers to take a seat. 'What's wrong with me? I never let anything distract me from my game. Why does some guy I don't even know affect me the way he does?'
* * *
Trowa soon found himself back at the clearing where he first saw the blonde. He was there again. Standing underneath the tree, the boy opened his teal eyes and fixed his gaze upon the taller boy.
"You're back…"
Trowa nodded. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you the way I did. I was being totally and completely rude to you and I never even gave you a chance to explain. I'm sorry." He dropped his head and looked about ready to cry.
Trowa rushed over and cradled the boy's chin. "Don't cry, little one. It was just a mistake. That's all."
He sighed. "Oh Trowa…is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
A slow smile crept onto the brunette's face as a few things came to mind.
"Trowa? Trowa, you there?"
Confused as to why his angel's voice had seemed to change, Trowa shook his head to see that he wasn't in the clearing at all. In fact, he was still inside the gym from when practice started. It had been two weeks since his first encounter with the boy and he was still getting benched from lack of concentration.
"Yo! Earth the Trowa!"
The brunette cleared his thoughts again to see Heero standing over him waving a hand in front of his face. Trowa lightly smacked the hand away. "Quit that."
"Then wake up, baka. Practice ended ten minutes ago. Coach gave up trying to get you to come back to your senses a while ago."
"Hm."
"Hn." Heero folded his arms over his chest. "What were you thinking about anyway?"
"Nobody." Trowa stood and walked over to the locker rooms.
"Nobody, huh?" Heero watched his friend disappear around the corner while thinking about his slip-up.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters but I do own the coach and the Collins twins.
I have no problems with monkeys!! Have a banana.
Sorry this is a short one. I don't think this story will have too many long ones. And if they do then hooray, my mind has worked overtime. Question? Comments? Leave a review! Please?