Chapter 1:
I walked next to Trunks, wondering what he was thinking about. We had just finished classes for the week at the university, and he seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood. I quickly looked away, but not before he caught me looking at him.
"What?" he asked, a playful grin on his lips.
"Nothing," I mumbled.
He shrugged, never losing the smile.
"What're you so happy about?" I finally asked, unable to contain my curiosity.
"Nothing," he teased.
I playfully punched his shoulder. "C'mon Trunks, please?" I gave him my best big-eyed look.
Trunks laughed. "OK, I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone else. Got it?" I nodded eagerly. He leaned in to my ear. "I hacked into the university's grading files," he whispered.
"What?!" I exclaimed. "You got into—"
I was cut off by Trunks' hand over my mouth. "Shut up," he hissed, glancing at the people around us suspiciously, "do you want someone to hear?"
"Sorry," I tried to say through his hand. Trunks shook his head and removed his hand.
A few minutes later, we arrived at the apartment we shared. It was on the seventh floor, quite nice. After high school ended, Trunks insisted we get a place for ourselves. I was planning to just stay at home, as I couldn't afford my own place, but Trunks found this cozy apartment near the university and dragged me and my stuff in. Of course, he had already paid the rent for a year in advance to keep me from trying to pay my share.
Trunks unlocked the door and we went in.
"I'm going to take a shower, Chibi. Order some dinner or something," Trunks called over his shoulder, heading for the bathroom.
"Okay," I responded, going to my room to change out of the school uniform. After throwing on some jeans and a loose fitting shirt, I fell onto my bed.
I had been having sleepless night lately, plagued by thoughts of Trunks. Bad thoughts. I knew I was gay, but I never thought it was for my best friend. Every moment, I wanted to jump him and kiss him passionately. Or at least tell him my feelings.
But I couldn't. It wasn't that I was afraid of how he would react. I could care less if he disowned me. I was more afraid that he would share my feelings. The chances were slim, I'll admit, but they were still there. And if he loved me too, then I would ruin everything.
Trunks simply couldn't be gay. He was to run the largest company in the world, Capsule Corporation. As its president, he was sure to be on the news, sure to be the idol of every businessman. I couldn't ruin his image with my petty emotions.
I heard the bathroom door open and cursed myself for taking to long. I jumped out of bed and grabbed the phone on my table. I dialed the memorized number for pizza.
"----'s Pizza, how may I help you?" a female voice asked.
"Yeah, I'd like 10 extra large pizzas, all deluxe please."
The woman paused. "Would you care for any drinks?" she finally asked.
"Five liters of Dr. Pepper would be nice, thanks."
"Your total comes to 250 zenni, may I have your address?"
I told her where we lived and hung up.
Trunks poked his head into my room just then. "When's it coming?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said, shrugging.
He sighed. "You should've asked, I'm starving."
"It wouldn't have made a difference if I asked," I replied, walking past him into the hallway. "It'd be the same time." I saw Trunks had nothing on except a towel, which was wrapped loosely around his waist. "Can't you put some clothes on?" I asked, irritated that I was being turned on.
Trunks looked down at himself. "Sure, if that's what you want." He left, muttering about how hungry he was.
I stood in the hallway, staring at his closed door. I could feel myself getting hard, just because Trunks wasn't wearing a shirt. Well, his damp chest helped, and that wet hair. I shook myself. I couldn't think like this. At this rate, I'd be sure to accidentally lose control.
No, I could hurt Trunks' future. I couldn't stay here. If I did, I would only ruin my best friend's life. I had to leave him.