Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, I'm just using the characters for my own use. Dance, my puppets, dance!! ^_^
AN: Trunks and Pan are seniors in high school, both of them are 17. They have been dances partners since they were 6 years old. Pan has developed feelings for Trunks but can't tell him how she feels, but wants to before leaving for college. So she'd stop wondering about What IF? Can she do it or will she live a life of regret? Pan has a younger sister named Bra, 15, she also goes to the same high school, she has a lot of problems in her life and the only person that can help her, isn't there anymore, Goten (16), his girlfriend is taking up all his time and forbids him to see Bra. (That's really happening here, I'm basing Pan's character on myself and Bra on my sister, so as a result I get this story ~_~;) Told in Pan's point of view, written kinda dairy like. Also, a little bashing on Paris, Marron, and Gohan. I love 'em, it's just that the people that they are portaying are the way they are and need to be bashed. So NO FLAMES!! Usually I don't mind flames but this is my life, this story is based on my life. I don't think I can handle it if someone flamed my life. SO PLEASE NO FLAMES!!!
"talking"
'thought'
(Auther note)
Dance Partners
Senior Year Begins
I can't believe this, its my senior year at Orange Star high school. Time flies. I remember when I first started, ah, my freshmen year, it only seems like yesterday it was my freshmen year. I smiled and started walking down the halls of Orange Star High School, looking for my first class, Teacher assistant for Algebra.
Being a T.A. is pretty easy. I just grade papers, input them into the computer and so on. That's all I do for about an hour. Mrs. Inkleis said that if I'm ever done early I could do other work. I'd do that since this is such a cake class.
Next class, also, another cake class. I made my schedule this way so I could be lazy and still get good grades. I'm so terrible. Its an art class, Jewelry, taught by Mr. Arante. He's a cool teacher, I had him before for my 3 - D design class my sophomore year. In this class, do I have to explain, the name of the class explains it all. I'll be making jewelry, ta da!
My only hard class for the day, Calculus AP, well not really hard. I really enjoy math, its my most favoritist subject in the world. It's so easy, I never have to study for it, I never have to do anything, I just sit and listen. I do the homework and take the test and wa-la, I get an A+. And since this is an honors class I get double the credit. Yes! I love math! You all probably think I'm nut for liking math but what can you do, I like it.
My last class of the say, English. I really, really loath English. It isn't my subject. I get my dad's genes for mathematics but not my mom's for English. Kinda sucks, but what can you do.
I walk into class and much to my surprise, my dance partner for almost 12 years was sitting there. This is extremely surprising because in all those 12 years we've known each other, we never ever went to the same school for the first 8 years, then when high school hit, we went to the same one but we never had the same class. We even barely even saw each other in the halls. But there he was in a black muscle top, very tight I might add, dark blue jeans on, and a pair of new k-swiss. Kami, did he look fine. He never knew this and he probably never will because I'm a chicken but I found out when I was 13 that I had a crush on him and those feelings just grew to be something more over the years. I hate this, I really do. I don't think I can handle being in the same class with him, may be I should transfer out? Granted I see him everyday for dance class but that's okay because all we do in there is dance, duh, nothing else but here I have to be my self, that is to strange.
He looked up at me, his cerulean eyes meeting mine and smiled. I waved at him and took the closet seat next to me, also as far away from him as well. The seats in the class room were put into groups of five, so there were 6 groups with 5 desks. He was on the way, way other side of the room. I was in the one closet to the front, near the door, no one was sitting there, yet. I put my head on my desk and just waited for class to begin.
I felt a familiar touch on my back, it sent shivers down my spine. It was him, I knew it. I mean come on, we've been dance partners for almost 12 years, he's freakin' touched my everywhere, well almost everywhere. I've had to memorize his touch by now. I looked up and sure enough it was him. I smiled, he smiled back. I rest my head in my hand.
"Hey, Trunks" I say to him.
"Hey, Panny. I heard about what happened over the summer, are you and your sister, alright?" he asked.
What he's talking about is this freshmen boy named Ubuu. He would've been a sophomore. Him and my sister, Bra, were good friends. Then I meet him and he was cool, he was like the little brother I always wanted. He was a great boy, he always could put a smile on your face, he was just the greatest to hang around. That's why a lot of people were surprised when they found out he committed suicide, a day before his own 15th birthday. I cried for that whole week I found out. So did my sister, especially my sister. They knew each other for 4 years. He had a crush on her when they were in 8th grade. He asked her out but she said no because she was into someone else. No one really knows why he committed suicide or people just speculate.
I always thought it was because people would make fun of him because of his mom. You see his mom is a lesbian. He would always get picked on because of it. He never meet his father, he left him and his mother for some unknown reason, when Ubuu was still a baby. I think that's why he did it but I'm not sure, I'm just speculating.
I look Trunks dead in the eyes and say a bit sadly.
"We're both fine"
"If you ever need to talk, I'm here" he smiled.
"Thanks" I replied. I knew he'd always be there for me but there are some things that I just never could talk to him about.
If you're all wondering why I only have 4 classes it's because I took the majority of my classes over the summer because this way I could have a lot more fun my senior year. Trunks did the same. But we never saw each other during Summer School. Okay, is this a sign of something? To tell him how I feel about him before we go our separate ways. Even if it is I still would never do it because of the fear of him rejecting me is over powering me.
I heard the bell ring, yes! No more classes and I had about 3 hours until dance class started.
I started making my way out the door, when he put his arm around my shoulder. Kami, did he know what he was doing to me?
"Panny, can I ask you a question?" we started walking out of the classroom.
"Yeah, sure" I tried to hold it all together, keeping it straight, trying not to act like a girl with a crush.
"Why do you always wear that orange bandana? I mean you wear it to school, practice, everywhere, why?" the arm that was around my shoulder moved so his hand was shaking my head.
"It's my lucky bandana, okay? Do you remember who gave this to me? I asked him, moving away from him so his hand wasn't shaking my head. He came up to me again and put his arm around me like I was his girlfriend. Boy did I wish I was.
"Yeah, our dance teacher. When we won our first dance competition." he replied.
"Do you see?" I asked him.
"Yeah, yeah. Another question, why is it that they only time I ever see you in a dress is during dance competitions or shows?"
"What's with the q and a? I just really dislike wearing dresses. Only when I have to, I will."
If I didn't tell you earlier. I kinda have like a white beater shirt on with a pair of loose black pants and my shell top Adidas with the 3 black stripes. My favorite outfit by the way. I feel very comfortable in a t-shirt and pants, oh and of course my orange bandana. =Þ
"Geez, don't get all snappy on me. I just think you look good in dresses" I looked at him and he was kind of blushing at what he just said.
I felt like blushing also, when I realized what it is I actually wear during competitions and shows.
"Hentai!" I yelled and pushed him jokingly.
He started to chuckle, so did I because the outfit I wear is extremely revealing. It's a 2 piece. The top is really tight around my chest. It's not a whole top, it stops just at the end of my breasts, that if I were to lift up my arms it would show my breast if the top wasn't tied correctly. The top only had one sleeve on my right arm, and on the left, nothing, it was just held up by one of those invisible straps. The colors of this outfit are black and blue with silver sparkles. The skirt is extremely short. I don't really know how to describe it. Basically, take a knee-high black skirt, then cut it diagonally until you get about 5 inches from my thigh. The only thing keeping people from seeing my ass is a pair of tight black dance shorts under the skirt.
Mother and Father, mostly my father, freaked when they saw me in that outfit. My father started complaining to our dance teacher. Sometimes he was too over-protective. My dad finally gave in and he let me now it. Whatever.
"So what are you gonna do for the next 3 hours until class starts" he asked.
"I'm gonna go eat, then when I'm done, go to the dance studio and practice. You?"
"About the same, what about your sister?"
"She has her own ride home"
"Alright" He let go of me, he went into his pocket grabbing his capsule and uncapsuled his dark blue comfortable 2002 mustang.
"New car?"
"Yup, parents gave it to me. Hop in, since we're doing the same thing. I figure we can go together" he suggested.
I sighed, this probably wasn't going to be a good idea, but I got in anyways.
AN: I hoped you enjoyed this fic. The next chapter will be out as soon as I finish doing my homework for college, that's what I get for waiting to do things last minute. I have 2 essays due this week, so it may be a while until I put up a new chapter, so sorry ~.~' But white you wait read some of my other stories and remember to REVIEW!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! PRETTY PLEASE with cherries on top. ^.~
AN: Trunks and Pan are seniors in high school, both of them are 17. They have been dances partners since they were 6 years old. Pan has developed feelings for Trunks but can't tell him how she feels, but wants to before leaving for college. So she'd stop wondering about What IF? Can she do it or will she live a life of regret? Pan has a younger sister named Bra, 15, she also goes to the same high school, she has a lot of problems in her life and the only person that can help her, isn't there anymore, Goten (16), his girlfriend is taking up all his time and forbids him to see Bra. (That's really happening here, I'm basing Pan's character on myself and Bra on my sister, so as a result I get this story ~_~;) Told in Pan's point of view, written kinda dairy like. Also, a little bashing on Paris, Marron, and Gohan. I love 'em, it's just that the people that they are portaying are the way they are and need to be bashed. So NO FLAMES!! Usually I don't mind flames but this is my life, this story is based on my life. I don't think I can handle it if someone flamed my life. SO PLEASE NO FLAMES!!!
"talking"
'thought'
(Auther note)
Dance Partners
Senior Year Begins
I can't believe this, its my senior year at Orange Star high school. Time flies. I remember when I first started, ah, my freshmen year, it only seems like yesterday it was my freshmen year. I smiled and started walking down the halls of Orange Star High School, looking for my first class, Teacher assistant for Algebra.
Being a T.A. is pretty easy. I just grade papers, input them into the computer and so on. That's all I do for about an hour. Mrs. Inkleis said that if I'm ever done early I could do other work. I'd do that since this is such a cake class.
Next class, also, another cake class. I made my schedule this way so I could be lazy and still get good grades. I'm so terrible. Its an art class, Jewelry, taught by Mr. Arante. He's a cool teacher, I had him before for my 3 - D design class my sophomore year. In this class, do I have to explain, the name of the class explains it all. I'll be making jewelry, ta da!
My only hard class for the day, Calculus AP, well not really hard. I really enjoy math, its my most favoritist subject in the world. It's so easy, I never have to study for it, I never have to do anything, I just sit and listen. I do the homework and take the test and wa-la, I get an A+. And since this is an honors class I get double the credit. Yes! I love math! You all probably think I'm nut for liking math but what can you do, I like it.
My last class of the say, English. I really, really loath English. It isn't my subject. I get my dad's genes for mathematics but not my mom's for English. Kinda sucks, but what can you do.
I walk into class and much to my surprise, my dance partner for almost 12 years was sitting there. This is extremely surprising because in all those 12 years we've known each other, we never ever went to the same school for the first 8 years, then when high school hit, we went to the same one but we never had the same class. We even barely even saw each other in the halls. But there he was in a black muscle top, very tight I might add, dark blue jeans on, and a pair of new k-swiss. Kami, did he look fine. He never knew this and he probably never will because I'm a chicken but I found out when I was 13 that I had a crush on him and those feelings just grew to be something more over the years. I hate this, I really do. I don't think I can handle being in the same class with him, may be I should transfer out? Granted I see him everyday for dance class but that's okay because all we do in there is dance, duh, nothing else but here I have to be my self, that is to strange.
He looked up at me, his cerulean eyes meeting mine and smiled. I waved at him and took the closet seat next to me, also as far away from him as well. The seats in the class room were put into groups of five, so there were 6 groups with 5 desks. He was on the way, way other side of the room. I was in the one closet to the front, near the door, no one was sitting there, yet. I put my head on my desk and just waited for class to begin.
I felt a familiar touch on my back, it sent shivers down my spine. It was him, I knew it. I mean come on, we've been dance partners for almost 12 years, he's freakin' touched my everywhere, well almost everywhere. I've had to memorize his touch by now. I looked up and sure enough it was him. I smiled, he smiled back. I rest my head in my hand.
"Hey, Trunks" I say to him.
"Hey, Panny. I heard about what happened over the summer, are you and your sister, alright?" he asked.
What he's talking about is this freshmen boy named Ubuu. He would've been a sophomore. Him and my sister, Bra, were good friends. Then I meet him and he was cool, he was like the little brother I always wanted. He was a great boy, he always could put a smile on your face, he was just the greatest to hang around. That's why a lot of people were surprised when they found out he committed suicide, a day before his own 15th birthday. I cried for that whole week I found out. So did my sister, especially my sister. They knew each other for 4 years. He had a crush on her when they were in 8th grade. He asked her out but she said no because she was into someone else. No one really knows why he committed suicide or people just speculate.
I always thought it was because people would make fun of him because of his mom. You see his mom is a lesbian. He would always get picked on because of it. He never meet his father, he left him and his mother for some unknown reason, when Ubuu was still a baby. I think that's why he did it but I'm not sure, I'm just speculating.
I look Trunks dead in the eyes and say a bit sadly.
"We're both fine"
"If you ever need to talk, I'm here" he smiled.
"Thanks" I replied. I knew he'd always be there for me but there are some things that I just never could talk to him about.
If you're all wondering why I only have 4 classes it's because I took the majority of my classes over the summer because this way I could have a lot more fun my senior year. Trunks did the same. But we never saw each other during Summer School. Okay, is this a sign of something? To tell him how I feel about him before we go our separate ways. Even if it is I still would never do it because of the fear of him rejecting me is over powering me.
I heard the bell ring, yes! No more classes and I had about 3 hours until dance class started.
I started making my way out the door, when he put his arm around my shoulder. Kami, did he know what he was doing to me?
"Panny, can I ask you a question?" we started walking out of the classroom.
"Yeah, sure" I tried to hold it all together, keeping it straight, trying not to act like a girl with a crush.
"Why do you always wear that orange bandana? I mean you wear it to school, practice, everywhere, why?" the arm that was around my shoulder moved so his hand was shaking my head.
"It's my lucky bandana, okay? Do you remember who gave this to me? I asked him, moving away from him so his hand wasn't shaking my head. He came up to me again and put his arm around me like I was his girlfriend. Boy did I wish I was.
"Yeah, our dance teacher. When we won our first dance competition." he replied.
"Do you see?" I asked him.
"Yeah, yeah. Another question, why is it that they only time I ever see you in a dress is during dance competitions or shows?"
"What's with the q and a? I just really dislike wearing dresses. Only when I have to, I will."
If I didn't tell you earlier. I kinda have like a white beater shirt on with a pair of loose black pants and my shell top Adidas with the 3 black stripes. My favorite outfit by the way. I feel very comfortable in a t-shirt and pants, oh and of course my orange bandana. =Þ
"Geez, don't get all snappy on me. I just think you look good in dresses" I looked at him and he was kind of blushing at what he just said.
I felt like blushing also, when I realized what it is I actually wear during competitions and shows.
"Hentai!" I yelled and pushed him jokingly.
He started to chuckle, so did I because the outfit I wear is extremely revealing. It's a 2 piece. The top is really tight around my chest. It's not a whole top, it stops just at the end of my breasts, that if I were to lift up my arms it would show my breast if the top wasn't tied correctly. The top only had one sleeve on my right arm, and on the left, nothing, it was just held up by one of those invisible straps. The colors of this outfit are black and blue with silver sparkles. The skirt is extremely short. I don't really know how to describe it. Basically, take a knee-high black skirt, then cut it diagonally until you get about 5 inches from my thigh. The only thing keeping people from seeing my ass is a pair of tight black dance shorts under the skirt.
Mother and Father, mostly my father, freaked when they saw me in that outfit. My father started complaining to our dance teacher. Sometimes he was too over-protective. My dad finally gave in and he let me now it. Whatever.
"So what are you gonna do for the next 3 hours until class starts" he asked.
"I'm gonna go eat, then when I'm done, go to the dance studio and practice. You?"
"About the same, what about your sister?"
"She has her own ride home"
"Alright" He let go of me, he went into his pocket grabbing his capsule and uncapsuled his dark blue comfortable 2002 mustang.
"New car?"
"Yup, parents gave it to me. Hop in, since we're doing the same thing. I figure we can go together" he suggested.
I sighed, this probably wasn't going to be a good idea, but I got in anyways.
AN: I hoped you enjoyed this fic. The next chapter will be out as soon as I finish doing my homework for college, that's what I get for waiting to do things last minute. I have 2 essays due this week, so it may be a while until I put up a new chapter, so sorry ~.~' But white you wait read some of my other stories and remember to REVIEW!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! PRETTY PLEASE with cherries on top. ^.~