Out on the Weekend

~I shouldn’t have to be putting up with this bullshit so early in the morning!~

Heero eyes the young man in front of him, talking up a storm with the casher attendant, obviously flirting with her. The guy was tall, but still shorter than himself. He had big violet eyes, odd in themselves, but what was really odd was that the guy had a braid about three feet long! If not for his male voice and lack of breasts, Heero could have sworn he was a girl, and he talked about as much as a girl too.

~What the hell is wrong with him?~

From the second Heero stood behind the guy in line he immediately regretted it.

Heero had everything planned out to a T. He had just enough time to go to the shop, get a cup of vanilla mocha, a banana nut muffin, and then head to school in time for his first class. What he had not planned was THIS!

Even while standing in line the guy was annoying! Talking to the lady in front of him, starting a conversation with a guy sitting nearest to the line, looking through all the crap displayed around the shop. Making his opinions loudly known. And now he was ordering. What should have taken less than 5 minutes was taking this guy 15 minutes and counting!

“And then I said, ‘Is that a tuba on your cart, or are you just glad to see me?’” [1]

This sent the girl into a fit of laughs. “You didn’t really say that?!” She handed him his drink.

“HELL YA I DID!! Oh, and can I get a banana nut muffin?” He gives her a stunning smile, lighting up his face.

~Everything would have been fine if it wasn’t for this guy! Damn it! I should have just had my breakfast at home. Now I only have 10 minutes to get to school, find a parking, run across campus, get to class... damn me and my banana nut craving!~

“Thanks babe!” The guy gives her a wink and practically hops out of the shop.

Heero gives him the best death glare he could muster, but to no avail, the guy never even sees him.

“How can I help you?” the attendent asks.

~Cheerful smile, probably still thinking about what braid boy said.~ He tries to get over his bad mood. ~At least I can get my muffin now.~

“Can I have one regular vanilla mocha and a banana nut muffin?”

“Oh, I’m sorry” She gives him an apologetic look. “We just ran out of muffins, but a batch should be done in about 10 to 15 minutes...”

Heero practically pops a vein. ~I’ll kill him...~

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“Heero, I’m trying to eat and all your whining is making me lose my appetite.” Wufei gave his friend a most serious look, with his fork hovering over an untouched salad.

“I’m not whining.” Death glare.

The Chinese man couldn’t hold back and snorted “And I’m not Asian.” He then proceeded to stab a piece of lettuce with his fork.

“And when did you become a comedian?”

Lettuce hovering in front of him “When have you griped so much at once?” Wufei chops on Lettuce in satisfaction. “Really, I’ve never heard you complain so much about one person the whole time I've known you. You never care enough about others to even complain about them. He must have done something really bad to have you this worked up.... Oh wait, I for got, he took the last muffin. The injustice.” Another lettuce was eaten in satisfaction.

Heero is about to start his debate to defend himself, but he glances around the small restaurant and notices everyone was staring at what seemed to be their table. A waitress was in mid-motion of placing food on a table but her eyes were very focused on them instead. The only person who seemed to not be paying much mind was his lunch companion, Wufei.

Deciding not to make a spectacle of himself, he took his fork and began to poke at his chicken.

Since they first met two years ago, the two young men would go to lunch together every Wednesday afternoon. Neither could explain how this ritual started or how the phenomenon of their friendship happened, but they always made sure to keep their Wednesday clear and a new restaurant they wanted to go to in mind. Both men were intelligent, thought before they spoke, and meant every word they said. They understood each other. That was all that they needed.

Halfway through lunch, Heero had decided to speak. “So, are you going to come with me to Quatre’s party?” He had been told of it a few days ago and figured it would be nice to have someone to sit around with, so he invited Wufei. Quatre always seemed to be running around trying to talk to everyone, making sure people were satisfied at a party, so Heero never really got to see much of him and always ended up sitting in the corner of a couch by himself. He really didn’t mind, it was just that everyone would always come up to him and ask if anything was wrong.[2] THAT was what got him on edge. If he had someone to sit next to him, he wouldn’t be bothered.

“Can't. I have a date with Meiren.” Crunch. He ate his lettuce with determined ease.

“Really. So neither one of you have other ‘responsibilities’ tonight? Or did your parents threaten to hog tie the two of you and throw you in a locked room together?” Heero grinned. The dirty look Wufei gave him only mad him grin more. Heero knew perfectly well that Wufei and Meiren have been avoiding going on a date with each other for the past 3 months, since Meiren returned from her studies afar. Their parents have been very old friends and decided that Wufei and Meiren would be great together. As in ‘married’ together. The only problem was that the two have never met and neither planed on meeting any time soon.

“Unfortunately, no.” Throwing down his fork on his plate. “Now I’ve really lost my appetite. You know you are paying for this right? Tip included.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He sticks a piece of chicken in his mouth.

~But I guess now I have to sit around with people gawking at me tonight. One night shouldn’t kill me. It’s for Quatre after all. ~