Quatre Winner\'s Diary
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Category:
Gundam Wing/AC › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
84
Views:
3,036
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own this anime/manga, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
May 20th
May: Baseball and Alphabets
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Tuesday, May 20th
7:45 pm
Did you know that new tabloids come out on Tuesdays?
I didn\'t. Can you imagine my surprise when I went to
the market to get groceries and there is my name on
the front of the National Inquirer? No? Well it when
something like, \"Oh holy fucking shit!\" followed by a
string of equally colorful words and a frantic grab
for the entire stack of papers. And yes, I realized
afterwards that there were more copies than that
distributed to the world, but I was trying my hardest
not to think about that.
It was me, on the front of the paper. Me and Trowa
and a big headline \"Is Quatre Winner gay?\" in big red
letters with the subscript \"and is he cheating on his
bedridden lover?\" I just can\'t comprehend this. This
is…bad. Really bad. My sisters were right. They\'re
going to sweep in and take my job away. I\'m going to
end up living on the streets or even worse, couch
surfing. This is bad. Really, really bad.
Colossally bad. I think I need a hug.
8:15 pm
Um…I have a bedridden lover? Who? Wait, scratch
that. I don\'t even have I lover. I have a boyfriend
because I\'m a sad, pathetic twenty-four-year-old
virgin. So I don\'t have a lover to be bedridden, so
who’s this bedridden lover the paper\'s talking about?
Shit, I can\'t think straight. I need to call someone.
Need to get damage control going, but who do I call
first? I really do need a hug. A big one.
9:47 pm
The worst part of this is Trowa got dragged into this
whole thing. He\'s right there with me, on the front
page, his picture bigger than life. I can\'t fucking
believe this.
Maybe I can sue them for slander.
No, that\'s been done before, and it never helped the
injured party.
Maybe I can just go into the kitchen and slit my
throat, because it’s bound to be better than facing my
sisters hostile takeover.
9:52 pm
Found something much better then a kitchen knife. I
found wine. Getting myself stupid drunk will work for
now. Maybe I can stay in a liquor-induced stupor
until everything has blown over. Yup, that\'ll work.
I wonder how many liquor stores deliver.
I can find out tomorrow.
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Tuesday, May 20th
7:45 pm
Did you know that new tabloids come out on Tuesdays?
I didn\'t. Can you imagine my surprise when I went to
the market to get groceries and there is my name on
the front of the National Inquirer? No? Well it when
something like, \"Oh holy fucking shit!\" followed by a
string of equally colorful words and a frantic grab
for the entire stack of papers. And yes, I realized
afterwards that there were more copies than that
distributed to the world, but I was trying my hardest
not to think about that.
It was me, on the front of the paper. Me and Trowa
and a big headline \"Is Quatre Winner gay?\" in big red
letters with the subscript \"and is he cheating on his
bedridden lover?\" I just can\'t comprehend this. This
is…bad. Really bad. My sisters were right. They\'re
going to sweep in and take my job away. I\'m going to
end up living on the streets or even worse, couch
surfing. This is bad. Really, really bad.
Colossally bad. I think I need a hug.
8:15 pm
Um…I have a bedridden lover? Who? Wait, scratch
that. I don\'t even have I lover. I have a boyfriend
because I\'m a sad, pathetic twenty-four-year-old
virgin. So I don\'t have a lover to be bedridden, so
who’s this bedridden lover the paper\'s talking about?
Shit, I can\'t think straight. I need to call someone.
Need to get damage control going, but who do I call
first? I really do need a hug. A big one.
9:47 pm
The worst part of this is Trowa got dragged into this
whole thing. He\'s right there with me, on the front
page, his picture bigger than life. I can\'t fucking
believe this.
Maybe I can sue them for slander.
No, that\'s been done before, and it never helped the
injured party.
Maybe I can just go into the kitchen and slit my
throat, because it’s bound to be better than facing my
sisters hostile takeover.
9:52 pm
Found something much better then a kitchen knife. I
found wine. Getting myself stupid drunk will work for
now. Maybe I can stay in a liquor-induced stupor
until everything has blown over. Yup, that\'ll work.
I wonder how many liquor stores deliver.
I can find out tomorrow.