Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Behind the Scenes ❯ Chapter 4

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Title: Behind the Scenes 4 out of ?
Author: C-Chan2 a.k.a. Neptunesdemon
Archive: WufeiDuoyaoiML, any others just ask.
Category: Romance
Pairings: 2+5/5+2, 2+R, 3+4, mentioning of past 1+2
Rating: PG (at the present moment)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, OOC

Wufei couldn't remember the last time he had visited his parents, though as he was awakened by the loud words in Mandarin he was reminded why his visits were scare. He was pulled into full wakefulness as his door burst open, his mother charging in and complaining all the while. He groaned as he buried his head under the pillows, trying his best to drown her out. She kept going on about how he was disgraceful, never visiting and how lazy he was. He blocked her out after a few moments, knowing full well that at the moment she was cleaning his room. What there was to clean he would never know, he was a neat freak himself. Amongst her complains he caught Trowa's name, which made him bring his head out from under the pillows. He did it just in time to find Trowa walking in, his mother greeting him in English. Trowa was her favorite out of Wufei's friends. It seemed to slip right past her that he was his only friend. Well there was Quatre, but she hadn't met him yet.
As his mother left the room to leave them alone, Wufei sat up with a stretch, unable to hold back a yawn. He should have known that Trowa would be the one to find him, now all he had to worry about was whether the banged man had been followed or not. He watched Trowa pull the chair from his desk to his bedside, seating himself as he greeted Wufei with a smile. His smile faded into a frown as he stared at Wufei's head longer.
"What happened to you?", he asked, his hand reaching out to prod at Wufei's forehead.
Swatting Trowa's hand away with a hiss of pain, Wufei rubbed the lump that had formed thanks to his attack from the racquetball.
"I don't want to talk about.", he merely said, standing from his bed.
Though he trusted Trowa, he had a feeling that if he told the banged man anything that his blond lover would find out. That meant an even crazier Quatre, which wouldn't fare well for him. Trowa watched silently as Wufei took to dressing, his curiousity still evident in his eyes. Wufei had been acting strange lately, it made him wonder what could have possibly happened for this sort of behavior.
"You're boss called.", Trowa finally spoke, Wufei pausing in putting on his pants.
"What?", was all he could manage.
"Your boss gave me a call, looking for you.", Trowa explained with a shrug and a sly smile, "He said that you gave him my number to reach you in case he couldn't get you at yours."
"Really? What did he want?"
"He says you don't have to go in today.", Troaw continued, begin to enjoy as Wufei nervously squirmed, "Oh and he insisted that I give you his condolences on your recently departed uncle."
This wasn't good. Wufei was caught between a rock and a hard place. Trowa now knew that he was hiding something and his friend wouldn't rest until he knew what it was. However, Wufei was not going to give in. Trowa couldn't learn about anything that happened yesterday or why it had happened. Wufei began to dress himself again, though he stopped annoyed with himself. Since when did he keep secrets from his best friend?
Since he had met a certain Hollywood star that's when. He didn't know Duo Maxwell that well, but he at least respected the fact that he had the right to privacy. He most likely trusted Wufei to keep this little interaction between the two of them a secret. God, his life was turning into some rediculous story.
"I do believe that you don't have an uncle, Wufei.", Trowa continued.
"Yes....I do.", Wufei began, now pulling on his socks, "He died, remember?"
"Wufei, I wasn't born yesterday.", Trowa deapanned, his arms crossing over his chest, "What the hell is going on with you? And what the hell happened to your head?"
Wufei struggled for words, not sure how to give Trowa an answer that wouldn't include him spilling the beans. The least he could do was tell Trowa the truth about the montrous lump on his forehead.
"I got injured while playing racquetball.", he provided, seating himself on the bed to pull on his shoes.
Trowa's eyes widened at the words. Racquetball?
"Since when do you play racquetball?", Trowa demanded, Wufei shrugging, "Need I remind you that you suck at sports."
The glare that Wufei threw in his direction was ingnored and Trowa stood from his chair to stand in front of the shorter man.
"Wufei, what in the world could have convinced you to step foot on to a racquetball court?"
What Trowa should have been asking was who, but Wufei let it slide. He wasn't going to correct him and let the Latino man get even more suspiscious.
"I just felt like playing.", he lied with a shrug, standing from the bed.
He walked past his friend, who was too stunned to even move at the moment. When he was able to he was walking after Wufei, the two heading for the door of the apartment.
"You're trying to tell me that you gave your boss the excuse that a non-existant uncle of yours passed away just so you could play racquetball?", Trowa asked as they stopped at the door.
"Sounds about right."
Before Wufei could try to leave, Trowa blocked the doorway, his jade eyes glaring down at Wufei in suspiscion. Wufei did not like the fact that he was now lying to the one person he could actually trust, but there wasn't much he could do.
"Why do I feel like you're hiding something from me, Wufei?", Trowa asked, his hurt evident as his frown softened, "I thought you and I didn't keep secrets?"
Wufei felt oddly guilty. Trowa had pulled the "I thought you were my friend" card and damn it all, it was working. Sighing Wufei looked Trowa in the eye, looking for sympathy.
"Look, Trowa, how about if I say that it's something I don't feel comfortable with telling you right now?", he offered honestly, "You know that I'll never keep anything from you, but at the moment, I'm not so sure if I'm ready to tell you."
Trowa sighed as his arms crossed over his chest. Wufei watched as his friend mulled it over. After a few moments he finally shrugged, moving out of the way of the door. He'd accept Wufei's explanation for now, but he would be waiting for the moment the Chinese man was ready to tell him what was going on. The two bid farewell to Wufei's mother, the woman giving Trowa well wishes and hopes that he returned. Her son she delivered a slap to the back of the head and an order to marry soon.
"So.", Wufei began as they were heading outside, "Is your boyfriend still crazy?"
"He's not crazy.", Trowa argued in his lover's defense, "He just has his own way of dealing."
"He's psychotic.", Wufei countered, smirking in satisfaction at Trowa's frown.
"You know I don't have to help you get back on his good side."
"Alright, alright. I'll get along with him. Just so long as he doesn't scale anymore funiture to try and kill me."
"Oh shut up."
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Trowa had helped Wufei return to standing ground with Quatre, though the blond had refused to do so to begin with. The only thing that would make up for it was Wufei treating them to a film starring Quatre's number one star. He didn't want to but Wufei agreed, thanks to many threatening glares from his green-eyed friend.
Now three weeks later, things were back to normal. He and Quatre were on mutual speaking terms and Trowa had seemingly lost interest in Wufei's secret. He was back to his daily routine which consisted of him getting up and going to work. Afterwards he would end up on Trowa's couch next to his friend's Arabic lover, curled up with a book as Quatre stared dreamily at California's most prized residents. In fact that was where he was at that precise moment, and he was having a sense of deja vu.
"Why does this seem familiar?"
At Trowa's voice, Wufei looked up to find his friend looking down at him from behind the couch. He bent to greet his lover with a kiss, the blond barely acknowledging the man as he was too busy watching an interview with Brad Pitt. Trowa only sighed and Wufei snorted at Quatre's behavior. With a sympathetic look thrown at his taller friend, Wufei returned to his book, ready to loose himself in its pages. He was rudely brought to a stop as the book was pulled from his hands.
"Trowa!"
Trowa looked over the book in his hands, turning it at every angle as if it would help him understand it more. Wufei reached for it but Trowa easily pulled it out of reach, his eyes running over the title.
"The vampire chronicles?", he questioned, his eyebrows furrowing, "You never struck me as the science fiction, fanstasy type. Delving into new reading material are we?"
Wufei snatched the book away as Trowa held it out for him, Trowa smirking at Wufei's childish behavior. Their attention was soon drawn to Quatre, prone to excitedly shrieking when a certain actor graced the screen. Trowa, knowing full well where this was headed, left the room leaving Wufei to deal with the excited blond on his own. He looked up at the screen and was greeted with the well known smile of Hollywood's biggest star. He didn't have time to sit here and watch Quatre oggle the man, in fact he'd rather be reading. He stood to leave, but the sudden death grip on his arm halted him and Wufei turned to find Quatre hugging onto him.
"Quatre-"
"Isn't he just gorgeous?", Quatre sighed, Wufei trying his best to free himself.
He stopped struggling as the grip tightened, threatening to cut off the circulation in his arm. He'd have to wait until the blond decided to let go on his own. Who knew when that would be. Grumbling under his breath Wufei allowed Quatre his company, though Trowa was going to pay big time for this.
"What was he like?", Quatre asked suddenly, his eyes still focused on the tv.
"Who?"
"Duo Maxwell.", he provided exasperated, "You're the one who met him in person. Twice. So I just want to know. What's he like?"
Wufei pondered the question for a moment, for all he knew it was a trick and Trowa wasn't near by to protect him. So he opted for shurgging and returning to his book, though it was difficult to read with only one hand holding it open.
"He's alright."
"That's it?", Quatre pushed, squeezing Wufei's arm tighter, "He's alright? Wufei you must have learned something about him, something I don't know."
"But you know everything there is to know about Duo Maxwell.", Wufei stated sarcastically, grunting painfully as Quatre squeezed his arm in spite, "You know I'm beginning to lose feeling in that arm."
Quatre let go with a huff, falling back into the couch and crossing his arms in a childish display. Wufei was being difficult. How did Trowa expect them to get along if the Chinese man wouldn't even tell him about his encounter with the man of his dreams? It just wasn't fair. Wufei couldn't even properly appreciate the fact that he had come face to face with the Duo Maxwell. Wufei was aware of Quatre's sour mood and tried his best to ignore it. However, if he didn't get rid of it now, the blond would be sure to nag at Trowa, which in turn meant that Trowa would be nagging him. With a tired sigh he rested his book down, turning to face Quatre and crossing his legs Indian style.
"What do you want to know?", he finally gave in, trying not to wince at the excited squeal Quatre gave off.
The blonde to turned to face him, a smile on his face and ready to bombard his friend with questions.
"I don't care, tell me anything and everything.", Quatre insisted, his attention now centered on the black-haired man.
"Uh, well he likes to read."
"Anne Rice is his favorite author.", Quatre put in with a shrug, "What else?"
"He smiles alot."
"Duh, I see him on tv everday. Come on tell me something good.", Quatre pushed.
Ignoring his friend's sarcastic tone, Wufei stopped to think for a minute. What could he tell Quatre about Duo Maxwell that the boy didn't already know? This was going to be didfficult since Quatre claimed to know everything there was to know about him.
"Heero Yuy. They're best friends."
"Best friends?", Quatre asked his interest peaked, "I heard they were aquaitences at best. How'd you figure that out?"
"Uh, he told me?"
Quatre raised an eyebrow in question, not sure if the information Wufei was telling was relevent or not.
"I don't know.", he began incredulously, "That's pretty hard to believe, they haven't even worked together."
"Fine. I don't now what else to tell you Mr. I Know All There Is To Know About Duo Maxwell."
"No.", Quatre objected, hugging on to Wufei to keep him from standing up, "There has to something you can tell me. Please, Wufei?"
Wufei sighed as he squirmed in his seat. Why was Quatre so touchy feely? He wan't a person who hugged and yet Trowa's lover seemed to do so every other minute. Peeling the blond off of him Wufei gave in, allowing Quatre the pleasure of getting his way. All he had to do now was tell Quatre something the boy might not know.
"He loves racquetball.", he blurted, covering his mouth a bit too late.
Quatre's eyes widened in excitment, it was obvious that this was a little secret that Quatre had no inkling of.
"Really?", he practically screeched, shifting closer to Wufei, "Duo Maxwell plays racquetball?"
Oh hell, it was out there now. There was nothing he could do to stop it.
"Yes.", he gave in, "He plays with Heero Yuy."
"So they really are best friends.", Quatre deducted, "How do you know this?"
Before he could blurt out that he and Duo had actually played with Heero, Wufei stopped himself. Quatre of all people was not the one to tell that bit of information to. So he let himself think of a small lie to tell the boy.
"When I met him at the book store he asked if I played."
"Why?"
"I don't know why, he just did. He said he was meeting a friend to play, I asked who and he told me it was Heero Yuy."
"Wait.", Quatre began, his face contorting into a mask of confusion, "You know who Heero Yuy is?"
Damn, he had forgotten that he originally knew nothing of Hollywood. Of course he wouldn't know who Heero Yuy is, he hadn't even known who the hell Duo Maxwell was until Quatre so eagerly informed him. There had to be a way out this one.
"Quatre, how many times must I tell you stop changing the background of my computer?"
Trowa entered from the hallway, now dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt. He looked miffed and his eyes narrowed in on his lover who was currently smiling nervously.
"But Trowa-"
"No buts.", Trowa interupted, now hovering over his lover, "I do not want to see Duo Maxwell's mug on my personal computer. It's bad enough I have to see him drool over him when he's on the tv screen."
"I'm sorry.", Quatre apologized with a pout, "I just thought you needed a change from the plain blue."
With a sigh Trowa pulled Quatre up from his seat to plant a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. He loved it when Quatre did the innocent little boy look. It was sexy.
"It's okay, baby.", Trowa reassured him, his arms going around the smaller man's waist, "Just let me decide what to put up, okay?"
"Okay.", Quatre agreed with a smile, his lips finding their way back to Trowa's.
Wufei was forgotten as the two were currently more interested in their little make out session. This was the opportunity he needed to slip away. With book in hand, Wufei quietly made his way to the door. He only looked back once, Trowa winking in his direction before he slipped out. Leave it to Trowa to know just when to step in. Quatre would be too disracted to bother with Wufei, even if it was only for a few hours at best.
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It was three days later when Wufei had remembered that Duo Maxwell had wanted to meet up with him again. That was three weeks ago though Duo had said he'd be there two weeks before. What the hell was he worrying about? What did he care if the damn movie star hadn't showed up yet. He was famous and famous people had busy schedules. Besides, it'd be a good thing if he never saw Duo Maxwell again. He'd be able to return to his normal life again.
At the moment Wufei was busy closing up the store, the only one left inside since Valarie had slipped away with her new boyfriend. That was the third one this week. It was a wonder she could call her time with them relationships. With the last of the registers shut down, Wufei left from behind the counter. He was heading for the employee's lounge when a knock at the entrance alerted him. Couldn't they see that it was an hour after closing? He would have ignored it, but the knocking came again. Whoever this was they were persistant.
"I'm sorry,", he apologized as he drew closer to the door, "But we're-"
He was stopped short as the person pressed against the glass door flashed him a smile. Great, just when he thought he'd gotten rid of him. Wufei only sighed, reaching out to unlock the door and let the man in.
"Thanks.", Duo said in gratitude as he stepped inside, "I didn't think you'd be here."
"Then why did you come?", Wufei asked him and Duo shrugged.
"Thought I'd chance it.", he replied looking around the store, "Glad I did. I've been trying to catch you since yesterday."
"I was off yesterday.", Wufei provided, walking off toward the lounge.
Duo followed, falling into step behind him, a grin plastered on his face.
"Yeah, I know. I would have come earlier today, but my interview went a bit longer than expected. Which pushed back my photo shoot and that meant not finishing on schedule."
Wufei had no idea why the actor was explaining himself. He didn't really need to know why he showed an hour after closing. What he was itching to know was what took him three weeks to make it back to New York. Then again, he was denying the fact that he wanted to know. Now in the room Duo sat at the table, while Wufei made his way over to the small closet. The braided man watched as Wufei removed a jacket to put it on.
"I'm sorry.", he was apologizing again, Wufei turning to look at him, "I tried to come back like I said I would, but things happened."
Wufei watched as Duo's happy mask was replaced by one of sincerity and he could only shake his head, unable to speak. Why was the man apologizing, it's not like Wufei was disappointed when he hadn't showed up.
"You're an actor.", he provided, trying to reassure him, "You have movies to shoot, interviews to be present at and photos to pose for. There's no need to try and keep up with me."
He didn't mean for it to sound so sarcastic and biting, and he winced when he took in Duo's guilty smile. What was going on with him?
"Let me make it up to you.", Duo offered, standing from the table, "There's a fair at Central Park. You want to check it out?"
"What? Why?", Wufei asked confused.
Duo only laughed moving closer to the ebony-eyed man and wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
"Why not?", he countered, leading Wufei to the door, "Just enjoy it, I'm paying."
"Whatever.", Wufei gave in.
Who was he to complain? If Duo wanted to make it up to him, then he'd let him. Besides, he didn't have to pay.
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An hour after entering the fair, Wufei came to the conclusion that he was right about Duo Maxwell. The man was like a child, excitedly pulling him around the fairground. They had been on every ride twice and Duo made it his goal to visit every snack stand they passed by. Though it wasn't to say he wasn't enjoying himself. He hadn't really been to a fair before, well at least not a fair of this nature. Book fairs he'd seen plenty of. He was pulled from his thoughts at the feel of a hand latching on to his and he looked down to see if he was merely imagining things. However, this was real. Duo Maxwell was holding his hand. He looked up to Duo's face, which was covered with large sunglasses. He couldn't see violet eyes but he could feel Duo looking at him, the man offering him a smile. Wufei wasn't sure, but he could have sworn his heart just skipped a beat.
"Duo-"
"Come on.", Duo cut him off, pulling him off who knows where, "Let's head over here."
As he was dragged in Duo's direction, Wufei eyes looked down to their hands once again. He was still in shock. Duo Maxwell was holding his hand; and in public. They couldn't hold hands in public, Duo was a movie star. Then again, if he really had a problem he could always just let go. Wufei let himself believe that he was just too stunned to take any action. It was easier to believe that than anything else his head could come up with. The computerized cackling brought his attention away from their intertwined fingers and he looked up to be greeted with a plastic witch leering down at him.
"A haunted house.", Duo provided in answer to Wufei's questioning gaze, "Come on, we have to go in."
He was shocked as Wufei tugged back, looking to the man who was only shaking his head.
"Wufei, come one."
"Why don't we go do something else?", Wufei suggested, trying to head back the way they came.
Duo easily pulled him back, his hold gently tightening on Wufei's hand.
"What's the matter, Wufei?", he asked with a grin, "You afraid of the dark?"
His grin faded as he noticed Wufei wasn't smiling with him. Ebony eyes were instead focused on the shoddy haunted house in front of them.
"You are afraid of the dark."
At the words Wufei looked to Duo, who had risked taking off his glasses. Wufei only shook his head, though he knew that Duo already was aware of the truth. He was afraid of the dark. It was embarrasing to say the least. He had always been afraid as long as he had known. He had thought he would have grown out of it, but as it would be he still hated dark places. His apartment was never in full darkness. Trowa and his mother were the only one who knew this little secret and now Duo Maxwell.
"I know I'm a big baby.", Wufei finally said with a smile, "Still afraid of the dark."
"No you're not.", Duo argued, offering the man a understanding smile, "We're all afraid of something. Me, I'm afraid of squirrels."
Wufei socffed, unable to mask the smile that bit of infomation had provoked.
"You are not."
"No really. I can't stand the little buggers. Once one got on the set and I freaked, I wouldn't continue until they got rid of it. Locked myslef in my dressing room and everything."
He was satisfied with Wufei's laughter, knowing it had helped to calm the Chinese man some. He pulled him toward the haunted house, making sure to keep Wufei's eyes on him.
"Come on, just this once."
They stopped just outside the entrance, Duo handing the ride operative the tickets. He looked to Wufei, who had grown nervous once again and he smiled as Wufei's grip tightened on his hand.
"I'll be with you, okay?", he promised, beginning to pull Wufei inside, "If anything happens you can throw a squirrel at me."
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Five minutes into the haunted house and Wufei swore he had survived three heart attacks. It was bad enough that it was basically pitch black in here, to make matters worse things kept jumping out at them with every corner they turned. Duo seemed to be enjoying himself, Wufei was hoping that it would all end soon He couldn't hold back his shout of surpirise as a crazed looking blow up clown instantly inflated in a hallowed part of the wall. When his heart had finally calmed, it was then he realized that he was clinging onto the braided star, his face buried in Duo's shoulder. Great, now he looked like a scaredy cat. No one had ever seen him this vulnerable. Trowa knew of his fear, but now Duo had seen what a wimp he was. This night couldn't get any worse, in fact he dared it to.
"I'm sorry.", he apologized, his words muffled, "I didn't mean to do that."
"No problem.", Duo said, "It's alright. Though I think your nails are leaving marks."
It was only then Wufei noticed he was basically holding Duo's shoulders in a death grip and he slolwy slackened his hold. However, he didn't let go and he didn't dare lift his face from Duo's shoulder. To be honest, he didn't want to see what else would jump out at them. He hated haunted houses.
"You're not gonna let go, are you?", Duo asked him.
"Nope."
"Okay, you don't have to. We're almost at the end, only a few steps away.", his arms wrapping around Wufei.
"Okay."
Duo took to leading them to the exit, akwardly walking with Wufei clinging onto him. Now he knew, no more haunted houses. It wasn't long before they were outside, Duo looking down at the smaller man with a gentle smile.
"You can look now."
"Are you sure?", Wufei cautioned.
"Yes."
He slowly lifted his head, ebony eyes looking around to find that they were indeed outside. He sighed in relief, letting his arms finally let go of the actor. He never wanted to do that again.
"Thank you.", he said in gratitude, "For not laughing at me."
"Why would I laugh?", Duo asked him, "I think it's cute, your being afraid of the dark."
Wufei stopped for a moment. Cute? Duo Maxwell thought it was cute? Had he heard correctly? He also noticed that Duo had yet to let go of him, the taller man's arms were still wrapped around him. What if people were looking at them? In a small panic Wufei pulled free, clearing his throat and avoiding Duo's stare. Maybe it was time he go?
"I think I should head home.", he finally said, his back still facing the movie star.
He turned at the touch on his shoulder, finding Duo smiling down at him. Why was he always smiling?
"Alright, if you insist.", Duo gave in, pointing in the direction of the games, "One more game though."
Wufei agreed, letting Duo take the lead to the booth. Before they could reach the well lit area, Duo's glasses were replaced and a cap that was hiding in the folds of his jacket was pulled on. Wufei scoffed as he recognized the tin can game. He always hated this game.
"Wanna change the rules?", Duo asked as he paid the man in the booth.
Wufei shrugged, knowing the braided actor would get his way no matter what.
"What are the new rules then?", he asked out of curiousity.
He watched Duo accept the three baseballs, throwing one in the air to catch it again, offering Wufei a grin.
"If I miss, you don't have to go out with me again.", he bargained, "However, if I win you have to, no ifs and/or buts."
Go out? Wufei didn't let himself delve into thinking too deeply on it, he only nodded in agreement. He was pretty sure whether or not he did, Duo would have played by his own rules anyway. With a nod of triumph Duo turned back to the game, the first baseball thrown at the tower of cans. The ball made contact, only the top can can falling away from the rest.
"Don't worry, I've got two left."
The second go he missed entirely. Wufei watched as his face set in a determined frown, his hand lifting the last ball and fingering it for a few moments. When he finally threw it, Wufei watched in amazment as it knocked each and every can off of the table.
"We have a winner!", the man behind the booth proclaimed.
Duo turned to give Wufei a victorious grin, Wufei returning the smile. It would seem that he and Duo Maxwell will be meeting each other again.
"Go on and pick your prize."
The giant panda bear was Duo's choice and Wufei stopped in surpsirse as Duo offered it to him.
"I can't take it.", he declined with a shake of his head, "It's your prize."
"I got it for you.", Duo told him, holding it out for him, "I want you to keep it."
With hesitation Wufei accepted it, thanking the actor who was soon by his side, his arm around Wufei's shoulder. The two wandered around the fair a bit more, enjoying the last few minutes before the fair closed. They went their seprate ways once they were out of the park, Duo giving him his signature wink in depature. With his newly acquired stuffed animal in his arms, Wufei headed home. He wasn't even aware of the smile that was on his face.
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The next day Trowa stared at the giant panda adornig Wufei's bed and he looked to his friend who seemed to be happier than usual. Hell Wufei was never really happy or at least he never showed it. Something was definately going on.
"Where'd you get the panda from?" Trowa questioned suspiciously, "And what's got you so happy?"
Wufei looked up to Trowa, his best friend's words causing him to frown.
"Can't I be happy?", he asked him, heading for his bed.
"No.", Trowa answered with a shake of his head, "It's creepy when you're happy."
Wufei only glared at his friend, who sat on the edge of his bed. He was not creepy when he was happy. Trowa reached for the large panda bear, sitting it in his lap so he could study it more. Wufei owning a stuffed animal was something to question, was this more of his little secret that he was uncomfortable in telling? You'd think he was hiding the fact he was in love or something. Trowa's lips pulled into a smile as it dawned on him.
"You have a boyfriend, Wufei?", he asked in a teasing manner.
He struggled to hold in a laugh at Wufei's surprised sqwuak, letting the man snatch away the bear in feigned anger to hide his embarrasment. Why was Trowa being so pushy?
"Even if I did.", Wufei began, curling up with the bear, and a glower in his friend's direction, "I don't see why it's any of your business."
Trowa held back from teasing Wufei further. The man was obviously unaware how adorable he looked snuggling a giant stuffed animal with an angry pout. And if he wanted to keep his life he would never say that outloud. Wufei would kill him because it'd embarrass him, Quatre would do it out of jealousy. His blond lover had already made it clear that he didn't trust him and Wufei, he feared the two would run off together.
"So, who is he?", he pushed, watching Wufei fall back onto he bed exasperated.
"Trowa."
"What? Can I at least get a name?"
"I'm not dating any one.", Wufei told him.
He merely snorted, knowing that Wufei obviously didn't want him to know anything. No matter, he'd deal with it.
"At least now I know why you got that bump on your head a few weeks ago.", Trowa started, Wufei sitting up to look at him, "Are you sure it was racquetball or maybe you got it doing something else?"
"What are you-"
As Wufei came to realize what Trowa was suggesting he couldn't stop his face from turning red.
"Trowa!"
Trowa was unable to stop his laughter as he was chased out of the bedroom by a pillow-armed Wufei. The two ran into the living room, Trowa avoiding a close blow to his head. As the two continued to goof off, they were unaware of the little blond that sat on the couch, his view currently obstructed.
"Would you two move, I can't see the tv!"
The two paused at Quatre's raised voice, the pillow that had been wrestled away from Wufei now held in mid swing. They looked at Quatre, who glared at them both and they apologized in unison. They broke apart, but not before Trowa delivered a blow to his friend. As Wufei and Trowa's antics continued, the two now safely out of the way, Quatre merely raised the volume to block out their voices. The tv was currently tuned onto MTV's TRL, whose guest star was none other than Duo Maxwell.
"So you're still dating Relena Dorian?", the vj asked, the question catching Wufei's attention.
"Yeah.", the actor answered with a shrug of his shoulders, "We're hanging in there."
Duo Maxwell was still dating Relena Dorian. Duo Maxwell wanted to go out with him the next time he was in New York. Trowa must have noticed the turmoil on his face.
"You okay, Fei?", he asked, Wufei merely nodding.
What was he worrying about? It's not like it was a date. They were just hanging out, there was nothing else behind their little meetings. Even though Wufei agreed with the little voice in his head, he couldn't help but feeling that things were going to be just a little complicated.
T.B.C.
Yay, I finally got another chapter done. Sorry it took so long guys, I apologize for the long wait. I had huge amounts of writer's block. Had to start working on something else in order to get my imagination flowing again. I hope you enjoyed it and I hope you review. I'll see you next time.