Quatre Winner\'s Diary

March: Of Fishes, Flowers, and Family

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Saturday, March 1st
11:12 am

I remember why I don\'t get up early on the weekends. I\'ve been up since 6 am, when a knock on the front door jarred me into consciousness. One could say that I\'m a morning person, but then of course one can be wrong. Especially if I\'m sleeping on a couch in someone else\'s apartment.

I know Trowa wasn\'t awake when the pounding started. The reason I know is because he was groaning and moaning about idiot coming over WAY too early in the morning for any human person. He\'s not a morning person either; at least not a six am. I\'m amazed he didn\'t kill whoever was at he door, but the “who” was probably why.

I know, you\'re wondering who could be so evil as to come over at dawn\'s ass crack. It was a surprisingly chipper Heero, or as chipper as Heero could be, and an ass-dragging Duo. I know Duo hates to be awake before the sun rises, and the sun definitely wasn\'t visible above the skyscrapers, (Duo\'s definition of dawn) but he wasn\'t complaining too much, which means Heero woke him in up the good way.

So why were Duo and Heero waking us up that early? Apparently Heero and Trowa have this tradition of watching cartoons on Trowa\'s birthday, or at least when it falls on a Saturday, or the following Saturday. Go figure. I never expected those two to be the cartoon-watching type, but low and behold the four of us spent the morning watching whatever came on, most of which were poorly dubbed anime series. Pretty stupid ones too, like Fighting Foodons. It was this terrible \"oh my god look at the cheap Pinocchio rip off cooking food which he turns into monsters, and then fighting food that other people turned into monsters.\" To top it off, the voice actress that voiced the main character, the cheap Pinocchio rip off, was the same one who does Ash on Pokemon, not that I know, but Duo did. Don\'t ask.

I just kind of wished that when they show anime, they\'d show the good ones. The ones with the giant fighting robots like on Cartoon Network. Those are cool, but these ones are crap! Actually, Saturday morning cartoons have gone downhill since I was a kid. What ever happened to the Moncheechees? To Rainbow Bright, Strawberry Shortcake, or the Smurfs? What happened to the Snorks!?! I want the Snorks back damn it! They were cool. They\'ve even tried to bring back He-man, but they fucked it up. I miss the old He-man and She-Ra. They were cool. And GI Joe!?! Now the fighting shows are all \"I\'m going to beat you up because your bad\" and don\'t have any sociological lessons like GI Joe did, especially the public service announcements after the show was done. Those were cool.

Now that I\'m done with my cartoon rant, I\'ll tell you about the rest of the morning. We all sat around watching TV and eating cereal out of big bowls. Duo and Heero crashed on the couch, also known as my bed for the night and cuddled, making random snide remarks as the shows progressively got worse. Trowa and I were a little more discreet on the floor, but he did eventually put his arm around me and we cuddled a little. It was nice. So we shared a nice moment over Cocoa Puffs, coffee, and animated love. Kind of cute, huh?

Trowa\'s in the shower right now. Yeah I know, he\'s twenty feet away, naked and wet, but I\'m trying to not think about that right now. Or how good he looked sitting around in his pajamas (boxers and a tee-shirt, Allah be praised) and eating chocolate cereal. Or how sweet he was to include me in his birthday tradition. Now if I can survive the rest of the day…

We\'re having dinner with his sister. I know Catherine is a wonderful person, and very pretty, but it\'s the whole meal with the family thing. It\'s not that I think it\'s moving too fast, I\'ve casually known her for something close to a year now, but what if she doesn\'t like me? We don\'t really know each other, so what if she turns out to hate me and tells Trowa that he needs to dump me? And I\'ve been getting all these warnings about Catherine\'s soup. All day yesterday, Dorothy was telling me to just eat it and don\'t complain. In fact don\'t say anything, because if I give any encouragement, she\'ll give me more. Heero just told me to try and hide it. Make it look like I ate the whole thing. How do you do that with soup? I just can\'t fathom the places he\'s hidden that before. The mind boggles. Trowa just keeps laughing. He finds it funny, and keeps assuring me I\'ll be fine. I hope he\'s right.

11:13pm

Well, after the cartoons and showers, we went out to lunch and a show. Nothing too stressful or romantic, especially in a musical about cannibalism [1]. You gotta love off-Broadway productions written by the South Park guys, but anyway. I think he\'s trying not to push me, but I kind of wish he would. I don\'t know why, but I don\'t think I can make the first move. I don\'t understand why. When I was with a girl it was easier. I just did what I thought I was supposed to do, but there\'s something different with him. With them, it\'d take so much physical contact to get me aroused, if it even happened at all, but with Trowa…all he has to do is look at me, and boom, I\'m hard. Full-on erection. It\'s kind of embarrassing to discuss, but it\'s making me feel better. I don\'t know how to react in a situation like this. I just don\'t.

Well, after the show got over, we headed back to his apartment and he drove us out to Cathy\'s house. Yes, she has a house in Jersey. When their parents died, they got a nice little settlement and life insurance plans. Each had a trust set up and collected interest, and they both used it for school eventually. Trowa went into the military right after high school, which was where he met Heero. They were stationed together and kind of got paired up.

Eventually they moved off-base together, and Trowa talked Heero into school. Well long story short, they became good friends; Heero got his A.A. and still talks about going back to school one day, and Trowa went to vet school. When Trowa moved out here to be closer to Cathy, Heero came with and ta da, now they all live in the city. But, back to the house. Cathy apparently had enough money left after college to put a down payment on the house. You know, I just can\'t tell a simple story.

So we went to Jersey. The house was really nice, not too small, but not too big for a single person and three cats.

Oh yes, the cats; Larry, Moe, and Curly. Trowa really wanted me to meet the cats. What everyone forgot to mention was that yes, they were cats, but not cute little house kitties. No, they were BIG cats. Really big cats, like lion-sized big cats. Yes, I said lion-sized. Trowa and Catherine have three lions in their backyard, and they really like my boyfriend.

Personally, I was scared that they were going to bite my arm off if I reached in there to pet them. I think it was about an hour before I got the nerve. Lions have course hair. It\'s kind of scratchy, and they apparently liked me. It\'s kind of nice to know that savage beasts like me; kind of daunting too. But not as daunting as the conversation Cathy had with me afterwards.

\"It\'s sweet that Trowa wanted to bring you to meet the cats. He\'s never brought a boy home to meet them before, unless you count Heero, but we never do.\"

\"So, this is something special?\"

\"Real special, Darling. You just be good to my little brother okay?\"

\"I\'ll try my best.\"

\"You do that, or I\'ll throw you to the lions, okay?\"

\"Oookay.\" Then she patted me on the head and went to make the soup. I think I\'m scared.

Other then that, I think the dinner went well. Actually, that might be a little strong. Her soup didn’t kill me! The rest of the meal was good though, and the conversation was defiantly good. Catherine is a wonderful person albeit a bit overprotective, but what big sister isn’t? I’m just a little worried about Trowa meeting my family. Imagine Catherine expounded 29 times. I shudder that the thought.

The drive back to the city was surprisingly quiet, but I kind of had stuff to think about, and Trowa let me. He did ask me if I liked the lions. Of course I did, but perhaps jumping behind him and clinging like a scared child was too hars an an initial reaction. I couldn’t help it though, they’re just so big.

Anyway, other then the random bits of small talk, the car was filled with comfortable silence. It’s really amazing when you find someone that you can share that kind of moment with, and when you do, never let them go. I don’t plan on letting Trowa go anytime soon. The funniest thing about that ride home is, I wasn’t thinking about what Catherine said, or the fact that he included me in this morning, but how to give him his present. I had the tickets in my pocket, had for most of the day but we never seemed to come across the right moment. And I knew when we pulled up outside me building that it was almost too late, but of course I somehow came up with a plan of attack.

Planting a kiss on his cheek, I dropped the envelope in his lap and said a quick happy birthday before skittering out of the car and to my apartment. Actually, I ran, all the way up the three flights of stairs, but “skitted” is a better word. More onomatopoetic.

It wasn’t until I got into my apartment that the best part of the day happened. My phone was ringing.

“Hello,” I answered out of breath.

“Look out your window,” was all he said in that calm, sexy baritone. So, I did, and he was standing there beside his car looking at me. It was surprisingly romantic. Like Romeo and Juliet, only with cell phones. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Do you like it?” Of course I sounded tentative. I wasn’t sure he would.

“Definitely, but I liked that kiss more.” I blushed. I couldn’t help it. We actually sat there looking at each other in silence again. I don’t know how long, I kind of got lost in the moment, or at least I did before my big mouth broke it, kind of.

“So did you have a nice birthday?”

“One of the best ever. Thank you for sharing it with me.” He didn’t need the “you’re welcome,” I could tell by the smile on his face. Or was it the smile on my face? Anyway, we kind of smiled the conversation, and then he just made the day perfect. “You look beautiful when you smile like that.” And my stomach went all knotty and butterfly-ee [2]. God I feel like a sixteen-year-old virgin with a crush, but really that’s not too far off.

Anyway, that was a half an hour ago. And no, I didn’t invite him up. He didn’t ask either. He looked really good haloed by the street lights, like an ethereal being of some sort. It was a nice way to ene dae day. Now I want to go to sleep and dream about Trowa. Good night!
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1. “Cannibal! the Musical”. Yes, it is an actual show written by Trey Parker and Matt Stone. It\'s based off of their first movie. They made it in college. It\'s funny. Really funny and sick. Distributed by Troma Productions, you know, the guys who made “Toxic Avenger”. Kind of tell you what type of film it is. Still, funny and you can hear the beginnings of all the South Park characters. Go rent it, most video stores have a copy, and if you get the DVD, watch it twice. The director’s commentary is hilarious; have a little booze handy, too. Just remember to drink responsibly. Don’t go driving afterwards or anything like that.

2. I know it’s not a word, but damn it, that’s what I wanted to use.