MatchMakers

Chapter 14: Feelings

Trunks POV

I couldn't stop thinking about her and I can't even say it was since we first meet but when I first saw her picture which drove me to want to see her before the dinner. Through the picture I could already tell she was different, not that I really dated before but as a model I met several obnoxious girls and none were like her. I couldn't get her out of my head and I wanted to spend everyday with her, but my life style prohibited such a thing.

I had only broken my schedule twice, but now it seemed like I was breaking it pretty often to see her. She made me feel somewhat free from a cage I hadn't even known I was locked in and she was the only one with the key.

She made me outgoing, when I was rather a reserved person. Believe me I was pretty/am a shy person no matter what Marron says. She made me nervous but she also made me be bold, take the test messages for example.

Another example was yesterday. I can say it was the spur of the moment but I felt pretty badass putting those goons in line. It had taken me two weeks after her crutches were removed and I noticed she would come back home with some form of pain that I began my investigation. Learning things such as a bit of Marron's past and how she suffered once before like this and with the same person.

So after hearing her middle school story I knew it had to be done. Marron couldn't stop this alone. She has done so much for me to make me feel some form normalcy in my life and it was time I repaid her.

She had shut me out but I broke in. Figuring out the timing I showed up to her school to find what I expected but at the same time was hoping it wasn't true. I knew how vicious girls could get and I knew jealousy was like a wildfire, once it begins to spread it's hard to tame.

But it made me even more frustrated and angry that she didn't tell me and I had to find out for myself, feeding me lies and I was eating them till I couldn't stomach anymore.

But when she told me she didn't hate me, I felt all that frustration and anger blow away. It was her way of saying thank you. And what came after that was something I really didn't come to expect. Tears. All I could do was let her cry on my shoulders and whisper words of encouragement, that's all I saw best to do in a situation like that.

I sighed as I looked through the window of the car, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers and two pints of her favorite ice cream flavors.

I was greeted by her mother once I made it to her house and she invited me in. Calling Marron from upstairs that she had a visitor. I headed up and knocked on her door.

"Come in."

I entered to see her tidy room, the plush cat I won for her next to her pillow and a book on her lap as read on her bed.

"I uh, bought you some flowers and ice cream," I nervously told.

She gave me a weak smile, "Why does it seem like your helping me get through a breakup?" She teased.

I smiled, "Well if you don't want any ice cream Chestnut I'll just give it to Bulla when I get home."

"Don't be hasty now there Briefs, I'll take the ice cream off your hands," she smirked.

I walked over to her bed and passed her the bag while putting the flowers on her desk.

"Now if you had a movie that would be a game changer."

"I was thinking of bringing one," I admitted, scratching the back of my head while she giggled.

"I have a DVD player and some movies downstairs. Let's go."

We were only an hour within the movie when her mother said they had ran out of rice and as her father still wasn't home yet Marron was volunteered to go get some. I had volunteered myself, but Marron told me it was going to be a quick trip and she didn't want to feel all that pressure of having a celeb by her side at the grocery today.

I disappointingly watched her leave, it was a great headache to me that I couldn't even be free enough to go to the grocery store without being pressured of being found out through a disguise or to just freely go into a local grocery store and not be ambushed by fans.

Time had passed and she still wasn't back, but her father had finally come from work and as he noticed my boredom he invited me to go up to Marron's room and take a look around and I did just that. Wanting to know more about her childhood and hoped to see pictures of her younger self. I didn't know much about her as we never really opened up to each other, just hangout and initiated small talk. But I wanted that to change, I want to dive deeper make whatever you would label our relationship genuine and divine.

I had already looked over a couple of pictures of younger Marron hanging on a pink bulletin with her parents, Jessica and some boy with spiky black hair. Through those pictures I could tell those were part of her happiest memories and I wondered when would I be part of that wall of fame. My snooping was coming to an end as I didn't want to evade her privacy without her permission and go through stuff I had no right to be going through. But as I was heading out I came across something interesting on her desk. A large white book.

I had tried my best to hold the urge to not open it as I figured this was one of the scrapbooks she was referring to and as she didn't want me to see it a while back I didn't have the right to look through it now without her permission. But the longer I stayed and stared my mind was making valid arguments about why I should take a look.

One argument was mainly that she was just embarrassed to have me look at it with her presence so I should take a look while she's gone. And with that reasoning I grabbed the book and sat on her bed, before opening to take a look.