Chapter 3 – My Girlfriend's Girlfriend
Meanwhile, the next suburb over, Marron was doing some serious thinking.
Should she tie up and curl her lovely dark blue hair, or should she wear it down around her shoulders? She sighed as it was such a dilemma. It really was hard work being her sometimes.
It was no secret that she was considered one of the very best looking girls at school, so she had her reputation to uphold. Worrying about it wasn't pointless.
It was school holidays, and everyone hung out at the local shopping centre anyway, so she would definitely be seen by her school mates.
She was going to the Fountain Plaza to meet up with her bestie, Bulma. Only a few minutes before, Bulma had rang to tell Marron all about a new boy who was now living next door to her.
She had also opined that, as he was probably going to go to their school being the only one around, he might make a good boyfriend candidate for Marron.
Marron wrinkled her nose delicately at the thought.
While it was plain knowledge that she was single, secretly she had her eye on someone. Someone who was, unfortunately taken.
She sighed again. Life was just unfair sometimes, really wasn't it? Some people have everything then others like Marron, as pretty as she was, had to miss out on what they probably deserve more.
Oh well, she thought, tying up her locks, maybe Bulma was right about this new guy, he could be fun for a while at least.
Satisfied with her appearance Marron left for the shops.
And a few streets over, Yamcha Wolf was also in the midst of a dilemma.
Bulma had decided that their two week break had been long enough for him to learn his lesson, whatever THAT had been, he had never had a clue, and they were officially together again.
As if he had any choice in the matter.
Not that he really minded too much anyway, in the end at least.
It always went this way with them. She would take offence at something he had either done, or hadn't done, break up with him, make him wait awhile to learn some obscure lesson on faithfulness, or attentiveness, he never knew, then decide to take him back.
He had to act the part though, mind, grovel a bit, say that whatever it was this time it'll never happen again...
The thing was, this time it was different. It just didn't feel the same, like maybe his heart wasn't in it, or something.
Nah, he was probably just over thinking things, he decided. That was never a good thing to do, in his experience anyway.
Besides, he thought, as soon as he saw Bulma things would probably feel right again.
He was due to meet up with Bulma at the shops later, where he would probably have to buy her a make-up present, he hoped nothing to expensive as his job didn't really pay him to well.
Yeah, he decided, things were heading back to normal, so why couldn't he feel happy about that? Maybe it would just take a little longer this time , yeah, that was probably it.
Yamcha was just getting back into his movie when his phone burst into life.
Thinking it was Bulma already calling him to make sure he was coming he answered with a "Hey, girl" and was surprised by who answered him because it was a girl, just not the one he had expected.
Hanging her phone up Marron felt a sudden surge of guilt.
She really shouldn't have called Yamcha, as he was still, technically anyway, her best friend's guy.
She quashed it by rationizing that she actually hadn't done anything wrong. Yamcha was her friend too, she could talk to him if she wanted. And walk with him too.
That was why she had stopped under a tree, out of the scorching sun on her way to the shops, to ask him if he wouldn't mind escorting her.
She knew Bulma had told Yamcha to come to the Plaza too, so why should she have to walk there alone? It wasn't safe for a girl on her own in this neighbourhood after all, she reasoned further.
Looking up, shading her eyes with her hand she could see him approaching her now.
She beamed at him, he was such a nice guy to take her, especially seeing as it might make Bulma cross at him. And he was his usual super cute self too, she thought giggling.
"What's so funny?" Yamcha asked frowning at her.
"Nothing," Marron replied " I'm just happy to see you"
That made him blush. She giggled again.
"Well, we should get going, we don't want to keep Bulma waiting for us too long" Yamcha said starting off again.
Marron fell in beside him, looking around them as they walked.
They were pretty lucky, Yamcha and her, that they lived in this suburb. I mean, sure it was still rough, but it wasn't as bad yet as the one Bulma lived in.
And at least their families could afford to live in proper houses too not a housing block apartment like Bulma did. The horror stories Marron had been told about some of the other residents, particularly the ones upstairs had made her shiver.
Yes, she decided, even though some things were unfair in life, they could be worse for sure.