So there they were, laying on the couch doing what any normal person would do on a Saturday morning.
Trowa and Quatre where… watching Saturday morning cartoons.
At least they were until Quatre's cell phone rang. Not a minute after Quatre ran out of the room to attempt to answer his cellphone, the home phone rang. Now, we all know how much Trowa loathes talking on the phone. It was absolute torture. The only thing worse than answering the phone, was for him not to answer it and Quatre finding out about it.
So, resigning himself to the phone conversation he made his way to the vidscreen.
When he turned it on, it was Heero Yuy.
Now let me tell you that the only person that hates talking on the phone more than Trowa is Heero Yuy.
So their conversation went something like this:
Heero stared at Trowa.
30 seconds later Trowa looks away and then looks back.
They stare.
Heero blinks.
They stare.
They stare some more.
Trowa blinks.
Heero looks a way.
They stare.
Heero opens his mouth "…" is all he says.
Trowa answers with a knowing smirk.
They stare.
So basically their entire five minute "conversation" was simply staring each other.
They were interrupted by sudden uproarious laughter in the background.
Heero finally smirks and says, " Duo told me to keep you company while he told Quatre a funny story. Yuy out." And then screen went dead.
Trowa blinked.
Then he went to find his lover, which was exceedingly easy because all he had to do was follow the sound of laughter. By the find he found him, Quatre was on the floor clutching at his stomach, with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.
Trowa blinked again.
'I wonder what was so funny? Ah, well, I'm sure he'll tell me… when he can breathe again.'
With that foremost on his mind, he went to try to calm his lover enough so that he could at least breath properly.
A/N
Sounds like somebody just heard about "the café incident."
Hmm… I don't know if I like this chapter very much… Ah well, it preludes into the next chapter, which should also be the last chapter. But you never know… well not until its written and posted at anyrate.
On a completely different note:
So as many of us know, and others will figure out, college is a time when youngsters such as I get to perform some bizarre experiments in the name of living on our own for the very first time.
So let me share one that I just experienced a couple of minutes ago.
Yes, I was aware of how badly I had packed my pantry. Yes, I was aware of the sound of crashing one day last week as the items in my pantry gave in to the will of gravity. No, I didn't have time to even look at what had spilled for the last week. Having school work plus a part time job, plus my reading fanfiction addiction, I honestly didn't have time until today to check it out.
Apparently it WASN'T just the dishes that went crashing to the floor as I had thought, there was dish soap too. Dish soap that upon landing, decided to have the lid crack in half and has been slowly leaking out ever since (at least it wasn't that full to begin with.)
THAT wasn't even the bad part.
After I had removed the library book from close proximity (it was close, but didn't actually have dish soap on it.) I saw one of my black leather gloves just laying in it.
THAT wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was the black ooze coming out from the gloves.
So I washed my gloves (I know you aren't supposed to get leather wet, but it was an emergency… the only good news is that the soap didn't actually eat away at the leather, just kinda ate away at the dye.) I wiped up the floor to the best of my abilities.
NOW the only problem is, is the huge purple dye mark on my floor in the shape of a glove.
Ooops…
When I asked my hallmate about it, all she could she could come up with was to put more dish soap on it and hope that the soap will eat at the dye enough for me to clean it up.
Somehow I feel like I'm back at square one.
:sigh: