~ Something That We're Not ~
"I should of known when I got you alone, that you were way to into me to know, this isn't love boy this ain't even close, but you always think we're something that we're not."
Quick A/N: Short chapter Sorry :/ Also I forgot to mention it is summer now (in the story) *EDITED ON 11/3/13*
Third Person
Cheryl is awoke by the sound of Trunks' grousing. She threw the thick sewn bed-covers to the side and placed her bare feet on the wooden floor that creaked with each step she took. She tip-toed over to Trunks' room and peered her head inside as she has done for the past hour. Trunks laid in the bed looking more miserable than the night before with his hand pressed to his forehead. "You deserve it." Cheryl uttered giving him a dark look.
Trunks sat up only making the headache worse. "For what?" Trunks grumbled. Cheryl sighed muttering some unheard words. Cheryl leaned against the doorway of his room.
"For being annoying." She smiled as he winced in pain of the massive hangover. His cheeks were still flushed from the amount of alcohol he had let to emerge inside of him. Cheryl couldn't help but chuckle at his state of pain. His eyes fixated on Cheryl who backed away awkwardly. Cheryl's head still peered inside she whispered: "Suffer." and shut the door leaving a nauseous Trunks unattended.
"Cheryl!" Bulma's voice traveled through the household causing Cheryl to jump. She leisurely walked down stairs with an anxious Bulma handing her the phone. Cheryl gave her a quizzical "It's for you" Bulma mouthed. Cheryl took the house phone in her hands and brought it to her ear.
"Cheryl!" A gleeful voice rasped through the speaker. A few minutes of silence then Cheryl realized exactly who it was. Her lips retracted as she heard him babble through the other end of the phone. "So Cheryl, I was wondering If you wanted to go out somewhere with me?" Goten's voice felt a bit unsure. Cheryl bit her bottom lip in anxiety and pondered about it.
She wasn't busy, plus, it wasn't like he was asking her to get married with her and agreed to tag along. "Sure Goten, I'd love to" Cheryl smiled snuggling the phone to her face The dial hummed monotone inside of her ears. Cheryl gave Bulma the phone and quickly scurried up stairs.
Cheryl quickly washed up her face making sure there was not a spot of dirt on her face. She looked at the slob in front of her mirror. Her fingers yanked the hair tie from her hair causing an untamed mess. She watched the frizz unleashing its self. Cheryl groaned and got hold of a brush and attempted to control the mess.
Thankfully it helped. She attempted her best to make it wavy in a way. Cheryl threw on a lace skater skirt a pigmented peach fitting her A-line and for the top a black crop top that went right above the skirt. She slipped on a pair of black rhinestone pumps. She took a look in the mirror and gave a small grin as she spun around playfully.
Cheryl's heels clicked on the wooden floorboards and quickly the clicking stopped as she took another peek at Trunks. "Need anything?" She asked icily. Trunks gulped in great discomfort. Sure he could get the slightest aroused by Cheryl in tight clothes. But never had he thought he would be equally attracted to her looking child-like. Trunks' head began to hurt more than before with Cheryl now pestering his mind about how adorable she looks now. He wished he could ask her to twirl around in that dress but It would sound strange coming from his mouth. "Where are you going?" Trunks asked.
"Out with Goten, If you don't need anything then I'll be on my way." She announced.
Trunks would gawk if he wasn't in pain. "Why are you going somewhere with my bestfriend?" Trunks snapped emphasizing.
"He invited me." Cheryl answered quite angrily. Trunks rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to protest before the door slammed of his bedroom door. Trunks was left speechless laying on his mattress still gawking at the brute force she had just demonstrated with hinges nearly coming off the door itself.
Goten
I looked at the gleeful Cheryl who played with the rim of her skirt. I felt proud. One of them finally isn't after Trunks. I mean they all do and it is so difficult to just find one girl whose interested in a relationship for the long-run. I couldn't mess this up, it's my only hope. Cheryl's appearance did seem more childish today. Yesterday she was this mature woman and now she's prancing around in her peach skirt like a little girl. She cocked her head to the side as she realized I was thinking about her. She gave a girlish smile and turned to the light blue sky.
"I'm glad you took my out of that hell, I couldn't deal with Trunks complaining on and on about how much his head hurts" She confessed. There was something about her today that made her seem much more elated. I parked around the corner of a small pastry shop in a nook of two large buildings. "Oh I love pastries." Cheryl commented with glee written all over her face.
We both exited the black sleek car that shone under the dazzling sun. "I'm sure you do" I told her opening the door to the store shutting the door behind me. The smell of pastries entered my nostrils causing my mouth to water at the delicious cakes displayed around the store. A faint jingle came above us causing the employee to pop her head from the display cabinet.
"Ah, Son Goten and who is this belle créature" The woman said with a strong french accent. I smiled nervously trying to translate the words she had said into english.
"Ah Lisa, this is Cheryl" I said nervously bringing one hand to the nape of my neck flashing one of my fathers trademark smiles. Cheryl extended her thin hand towards her.
She offered a simple grin, "Pleased you meet you, Lisa." She greeted genuinely. Lisa looked surprised at her poise attitude. The employee looked at me and offered a sincere smile.
"Mr. Son, what would you like to eat today?" She asked with a small glisten in her pale green eyes. I smiled and pointed at the golden-creamy looking pastry not really knowing what it's called.
"Ah Mister Son, good choice a Tarte Tatin" The older woman said putting one of the pastries inside of the small bag. She brought her eyes to Cheryl who looked at all the pastries with great adoration. "And you Mademoiselle?"
Cheryl looked completely undecided the look on her face seemed disappointed since she wanted to try each of them. She took a deep breath filling her breath with oxygen. "I will take one Tarte Au Chocolat. " Cheryl said with not lacking one ounce of confidence at the difficult pronunciation. The employee gave her the small white bag as I settled the dollar bill next to the cashier. Lisa grinned and wished us a good day. I took a seat next to the window facing Cheryl who seemed to already began eating.
"So how did you deal with him last night?" I asked the royal demi-saiyan who sat in front of me. Her oceanic orbs widened causing me to hold my breath.
"Who Trunks, I just put him to bed." She answered her eyes quickly widened thinking I took it wrong which released a chuckle. "I don't mean it that way!"
I wondered if she hid something from me and thought I was thinking such foul things. I attempted to stare past her eyes but found a vacant mind. "Goten, I'm not hiding anything." Cheryl stated. I buried my eyebrows wondering how she knew that I was thinking about that.
"I think I owed you since I left you alone with a drunk Trunks." I told her beaming. Her presence made it hard not to break a grin.
"Yeah you kinda did." Cheryl chuckled very quietly hoping for me not hear that. I scoffed as I leaned my chin on the palm of my hand. I'm stifled by her grace. It was completely surreal, but there was something about her that made me think she did this to impress me.
I paused for a second then stared at her eyes. "Cheryl, I need to ask you something." I suddenly interjected. I felt stupid for even bringing up the damned question.
I mentally smacked my head with a frying pan in embarrassment. "Well Trunks' birthday is coming up this weekend and I was wondering If you had a date to go with yet not that I-" A finger pressed to my lips.
"Goten." She began softly. I was hoping that she was going to sound as if she were to reject me only to say yes at the end, like in the movies. She began to grow agitated as she smushed her finger on my lips. "I really like you, I have to give you that, but not that way, I'm sorry Goten, there's someone else you will have in mind, sorry." Cheryl apologized and removed her finger from my lips.
I grew agitated myself, what did I do wrong this time? Nothing could go wrong this time. Cheryl gave me a sad smile and stood up from her chair. I saw her walk away from me, when she was far enough I brought my fist to my head. There is something between Trunks and her, I know it.
Cheryl
I walked among the crowd of the nameless faces. It's been hours since I last saw Goten in the colorful pastry store. I crossed my arms as I shoved myself through the random women and men who lingered in the streets. I would fly out of here, but I had to keep my identity low before anyone expected anything. I was lost being aimlessly pushed by strangers.
I should have said yes to poor Goten. I ignored the thought that kept bothering since a new one had interrupted my mind. I felt a strong grip on my arm the hauled me back. I let out a yelp from the sudden gesture. My muscles tensed readied for whoever it was to receive a punch to the face so intense that they would go around the world twice. I staggered when two familiar royal blue eyes connected with mine.
"Where were you, my mother is worried SICK about you since Goten called!" Trunks fretted giving me a worried stare. I opened my mouth to protest as I yanked my hand away from his firm grip.
"Why do you care." I snapped re-crossing my arms.
Trunks face became stern. "I don't." He retorted. I rolled my eyes and turned around and shoved a couple more people out-of-the-way and kept walking. I felt Trunks' Ki come closer towards me. It was a little to obvious that there was no use in walking away. I groaned and turned around. I strut towards him then simply told him
"Take me home"
Short Chapter Because it was planned to be short. I know. Sorry ^-^. But Believe me the next chapter will be fun for everyone. Why? Well you will have to find out yourself. So I didn't feel satisfied 100% with this chapter but believe me the next chapter will be much better in the sense of entertainment. Ah Cheryl being Playful So adorable. I kind of imagined it in my head :) ALSO IMPORTANT I HAVE A POLL ON MY PROFILE REGARDING MY PEN NAME PLEASE VOTE :)
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LilLaoRyo704: I guess that Kind of cute is coming to an end :( but don't worry Goten won't be a loner. Granity is defiantly not good for Trunks. Cheryl we'll just have to see... Thanks for Reviewing! :)
Tiffany7898: I Love her I have all of her albums and I might get some merchandise soon. My favorite song is The State of Dreaming I just ;-;. You just gave me an Idea but then he'd wake up crying in a fetal position. *Wipes single tear* I need you to please let Marron stay with Trunks. I just ;-;. Lucky you end school earlier once June 7th is over I am free from 6th Grade Woo! Yeah Drunk Trunks is funny but also sad I had to just re-read the Carmen part and I felt kind of bad for saying Drunk Trunks was hilarious. Thanks for Reviewing :)
Ruby1996: Really Wow Thank you :D. Oh man sorry It was honestly a one time thing I tried out but Goten is fine I have someone else waiting for him he he :) Yeah, At first I didn't want to use the Carmen backstory but it really came in handy for that chapter because it was actually going to be a very short chapter and when I finished it was about 3K words. Thank you for telling me where my main problems are I tried to fix any mistakes in this chapter. Thanks For Reviewing :)
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Song of the Chapter: Something That We're Not By Demi Lovato
