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Crazy in Love

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Intimidation

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: : TUESDAY 27th AUGUST : :

[Marron]

That night, in my dreams, I had a strange dream about paragliding with Trunks. Somehow he managed to stay afloat whilst I continually plunged into the mountains, only missing the rough surface by an inch each time. And then as if it couldn't get any weirder, Trunks was caught off guard and got knocked down by a monster truck. A red monster truck, the one that was declared winner when we went to the rally. We were back at the original arena and Trunks was a bullfighter, only that he fought trucks instead of bulls. I was hopelessly and desperately screaming his name from behind the sides. I remembered feeling remorse of some sort, and whilst I called his name, I felt like he was dying. I woke and shot up in a sweat and strangely expected to see him there, but to my disappointment, he just wasn't. I wanted him but he wasn't there. Just like when he wanted me when I wasn't there...?

I hauled my unenthusiastic form into the living room and the sun shone cheerfully on me. It chose a ridiculously fine day to shine because my vision was nearly impaired by accidentally looking straight into it. Damned sun, why did it have to be so cheerful... and bright?

My pink pajama bottoms had been charged with unwanted static electricity and I found that they had stuck to my recently turned unshapely legs. Everything I touched physically shocked me. My radio alarm clock finally got its revenge on me for all those times I had slammed it off.

I planned on paying Trunks a visit later on in the day. Hesitation played at me but my curiousity wouldn't surrender. No, not ever. But then again, it was curiousity that killed the cat, wasn't it? I shuddered at the thought of being seen in public. I wouldn't be surprised at all if a mob of Marron-haters were waiting for me outside the flat. I guess I'd have to take the black hat again. I remembered when I bought it. It had cost me thirty pence in a car boot sale.

A thought struck my mind in the middle of my morning shower. I'd have to remember to call Jeffrey, the store manager, about my job. I'd have most likely lost it by now but I wouldn't exactly mind. And linking on from that thought, Errol came to my mind. He had told me that he'd help me set up my own designs business. I had laughed at that when it was said but deep inside I'd awfully hoped that he'd meant it. At that precise moment, he was in the Crystol District being an infamous prostituting gay porn star, whom had been spotted with the infamous seductress Marron Chestnut, whom had once lured the famous Trunks Briefs, inheritee of Capsule Corporation after he got pissed drunk at a club. And that was just my day job.

I dressed in a plain white blouse and blue cropped trousers. The light from my bedroom flattered the outfit and that managed to cheer me up five bananas at least. Bananas was what I used to express my mood. Eighty bananas made it to the top.

Trying hard not to be seen was difficult in a busy area. And even more difficult when one conveniently forgets one's black hat. I just kept my head bowed down and tried to avoid any glances. It was a pretty stupid thing to do and I nearly walked into a lamppost which was, well, bad. I caught a glance at the newsstand and read the headline in my mind. It was yet again that trashy paper of which must not be named for copyright purposes. President Briefs gone mad.

Why, how dare they disrespect my Trunksie? Boy, it had been a long time since I mentioned that name. But then again, it had been a long time since I last saw Trunks... in the same playful light that I so loved him for.

I sometimes felt sorry for Trunks. I don't know how anyone puts up with me.

'Excuse me, are you... Marron?' asked a complete stranger who had approached me. Oh no, I thought, someone's recognized me. More and more of them started to crowd together at a pace and I slowly began to panic.

'No, I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person.'

'But you are Marron Chestnut, I have your picture in this newspaper.' he stated. 'Look here, it says... ten thousand!' The others buzzed.

I stuttered for a split second, took my chance, then broke into a run. The whole lot of them realized the prize at stake and followed me. Unfortunately, every muscle in my anatomy wasn't prepared for exercise. I was beginning to falter speed after a few minutes. Fortunately, I wore running shoes and I made it across the eleventh road before the traffic lights signaled red. I got lucky that time. I would hate to think what would've happened if I had chose to wear heels. I think I might have got stuck in a furnace. Then surely they would cut me up for a slice at the ransom fee.

It was amazing how no one on this side of the road caught on to what was happening. Finally, I made it to the Capsule Corp. building. As soon as I stepped inside the receptionist shooed me from staring eyes and shoved me into a special elevator that she had to open with her fingerprint.

'Don't you start any trouble, Marron!' she ordered.

I was taken by surprise. Trouble, me? If anything, Trunks was the one up to something. I stood and caught my breath in the elevator as it slowly ascended thirty four floors. I'd always thought Capsule Corp had thirty three.

I exited the elevator and straight away stepped into a room, instead of a corridor. I knew what it was right away, though. It must have been the President's office. Everything was so messy and there were paper cups all over the floor. Trunks wouldn't look a bit out of place there.

And indeed, it was Trunks I found, in the adjoining room, playing with the radio buttons.

'What are you doing, you freak?' I sighed.

Trunks noticed me and smiled with a hint of a sparkle in his eyes. I thought there was a sense of untouched lust in the air. Trunks looked like he was about to seduce me.

'Hi.' he purred with somehow hidden, confidence.

'Hi.' I answered, hypnotized. It felt like someone was controlling me while I was looking at him. Like he was controlling my strings. He came up real close to my face and lingered.

'I've missed you.' he quietly murmured.

I could have sworn that he was about to kiss me. You couldn't even stick a pin between the distance from his lips and mine. Instead, he just pulled me towards him and held on firmly. 'You came back for me?'

'No. I came back for me.' I lied, when in fact what I was really feeling contradicted my words. Yes I came back for you, Trunks. Yes I love you.

'Oh, nice to see you again, all the same.'

'Yeah... it is nice to see you, too.'

He was still only inches from my lips. 'Are you still upset with me?

I desperately tried to avoid his gaze. 'No, well, a little.' I answered, looking at the ground.

He reached for my hand with such unimaginable ease, considering they were tightly clenched behind my back a few minutes before. I felt like putty and just wanted Trunks to do something chivalrous to sweep me off my feet. He kissed it. 'I'm sorry I was mean before. I just hope you understand why I acted that way...'

'Yeah, apology accepted.' I felt happier than the Chesire cat to say and feel those words. Although, I contained myself for obvious reasons and for I couldn't exactly move.

'Good.' he smiled warmly, with no intention of moving. 'I'd hate to see you mad at me. As a matter of fact, I'd like the opposite...'

'Well, I'm not mad at you. So what do you say we correct those rumours you spread, huh?' I said with a voice all high-pitched in record time. I managed to escape from Trunks's physical spell, whether intentional or not.

'Oh jeez, Marron, I'm sorry, I've got a board meeting. Right now.' he stated, seemingly disappointed.

'Is that why you're wasting your time on me?' I asked, gradually making my way out.

'Yeah.'

I shook my head, amused, and left the building.

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My heart was racing by the time I had gotten into the elevator. Men had that effect on me. Trunks had that effect on me. I still had a sensual feeling of his heat so close to me. So close...

But not close enough.

I needed some coffee.

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[Trunks]

I tried. I tried my best.

'I tried my best, G.' I whispered.

'Don't let that dampen your hopes, man. Be strong. Don't just give up!'

'But the messages she sent out. They were obvious.'

'Well, if you're certain, Trunks. You're going to have to forget about her, aren't you? Sit this one out. You've shown you're incapable of-'

'Who you callin' incapable?' I roared. Damn. The guy knew my weak spots. Just don't beat at the bloody pride, you moron.

'So you won't give up?'

'Like hell I will.'

'Well, my job here is done. I'm going back to Paresu. Perhaps I can uh, 'borrow', one of the dressing rooms in Harrods...'

I laughed at the dude and just shook my head. So frickin' lucky. He's got the girl of his dreams. He flew out the window smoothly and disappeared from my sight.

But I don't get it! They say actions speak louder than words but my actions got me nowhere! You'd think standing really close to someone would convey the fact that you like them but it wasn't like that with Marron. She couldn't get away fast enough. She couldn't even look into my eyes when she spoke to me.

Damn, I need to get me some coffee.

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: : Three minutes, four hundred and seventy five feet below, two people- with one meaning- later, at the Costa Aroma coffee joint : :

'Just a black coffee, thank you.'

'Grande mocha.'

'Thank you.'

'I'll see you this weekend, Walter.'

'Mmmm...'

'Mmmm...'

Trunks Briefs wasn't having the best day in his life. Things could have definitely been better. Marron Chestnut was in the same situation. But these two people had one thing in common. They were in love. With each other.

As he sat pondering in the darker part of the room, he couldn't help but notice the young lady sitting by the window. He was intrigued by the way the sunlight formed a ring of glitter on her blonde hair. He was enchanted by the way her naive blue eyes stared vacantly, yet something mysterious nested inside her.

She was amazed by the pair of unsuspecting eyes upon her, for she didn't know whom they belonged to. Nevertheless she was flattered by the attention, although she'd never let on that she knew they admired her.

He thought she couldn't see him but he thought wrong. She notices everything. The only time she doesn't notice, is when someone falls in love with her.

So she hatched a plan. Who was that stranger looking constantly in her direction? The only way she'll find out is if she approached him. So she pretended to go towards the counter when in actual fact...

'Trunks?' she gasped.

'Marron.' he greeted.

She couldn't help but notice that the stranger was her best friend. Of whom she was in love with.

She wanted to ask him why he sat before her, but she was somehow otherwise occupied. Her mind had ran elsewhere. So she opted for the only other option. She stood and she stared.

He meanwhile, was doing a good job of maintaining her attention, and silence, with nothing other than his blue eyes. He effortlessly captures her soul but with so much morality. Love comes naturally, after all.

And then what happens next? Well, love begins with a kiss...

She filled in the distance from her space so that she could be close to him. As close as she wanted. Close enough.

All they had left to do, was close their eyes.

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A/N- Hmmm, nice...

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