Author's Note: I'm back! First off, I'd like to apologize for such a long delay.
See, I have schoolwork, extra curricular activities, a website (which I, by the way, haven't updated in a couple months either), and, oh yea, a life.
Just kidding. I'm simply lazy. To tell you the truth, I was thinking about just deleting this whole fiction all together and starting a new one.
I'm kind of hazy on where I'm going with it.
But, I've decided not to be a quitter and continue working on it.
Thank you for waiting. Please enjoy. (Sorry, it's a bit short.)
Disclaimers: Don't own the characters, just borrowing them, promise to put them back when
I'm finished. (:
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Chapter 3 : And Then She Smiled
***
Through the night she cried. The tears silently poured down her face and she sniffled occasionally.
This wasn't fair. This wasn't how her life was supposed to turn out. This wasn't what she wanted.
She suddenly rose from the bed. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she proceeded out the door.
"I just need some fresh air." She mumbled. "I can't stand even being near him."
The "him" she was referring to, in the meantime, had woken after feeling the slight weight shift in
the bed.
"She's gone." He thought to himself. "Where the hell did she go? Probably just to … " Worry
plagued him as he rambled mindlessly to himself about where she could be. Five minutes later
is when concern got the best of him and he bounded off to go find her.
***
Her tears had stopped for the most part. She hated to cry, and wiped her eyes a bit more to erase all signs
that she had been crying. But, it was very evident none the less.
She had been, for the past thirty minutes, stretched out on a bench located on one of the
many balconies outside the palace. As she stretched her toes a bit more, she began to
contemplate the pain that is her life. Acceptance had been slowly overtaking her recently,
and soon she feared she'd just be a robot wife to that purple headed man who she "slept with" each night.
And about that purple headed man. The attraction she felt for him wrenched her up inside. She cursed her
hormones for making her feel this way. Her dislike for him was fading, and though it may sound
confusing, that made her dislike him even more.
"I was worried about you."
A voice. His voice. She sat up and spun around.
"What do you want?" She sneered, somewhat regretting it. It had become a habit by now.
"I was worried about you." He repeated. "Come back to bed." It wasn't quite an order, more of a plea.
She noticed he didn't have a shirt on, but stopped looking. Drool collection at the corner of her mouth would not be
very becoming. Besides, she didn't like him anyway.
"Get past the physical appearance, Pan." She mentally breathed to herself. "Look inside at who he really is. Stuck up prince-scum."
But was he really? This is what bothered her the most.
"Listen…" Her voice cracked. "Don't think, don't even think for a second…" She stood up
defensive. "…That YOU can tell me what to do! Just because you're some stupid heir to the thrown…" Her voice cracked again.
Oh, how she didn't want to cry again. Not again. "Why don't you just leave me alone!"
Tears poured from her eyes, he stood and watched.
"Please, just go!" She fell to the ground sobbing.
About a minute had passed when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She looked up through blurry vision. He was crouching
there beside her.
"Please, Pan, don't cry." And he hugged her. HE hugged HER. And at that moment, Hell froze over.
Her first instinct was to flinch away, but she slowly melted into him. A miracle happened and she hugged him back tightly, not wanting to feel alone. She cried on his shoulder as he whispered apologies in her ear.
Minutes later, or maybe it was hours, neither really knew, she drifted to sleep in his arms.
Gently, he picked her up and carried her back to their bed where he tried to place her
down without waking her.
As he settled himself under the covers, he heard her voice.
"Trunks?" She breathed.
"Hmm." He turned to face her.
"Can you just…just hold me tonight." She felt so lonely and so vulnerable and didn't care
anymore. For some reason, by some magic, she stopped caring. THEY stopped caring.
And their hearts opened up just a little bit more…
He took her in his arms and simply held her, nothing more, and he smiled.
But the miracle is she smiled back.
Things were different now; they both knew it but didn't know why. How had pure hate changed into this strange relationship?
Maybe out of their strife, angst, and utter disgust with life and their situations they turned to
each other for comfort.
____
Author's Note: Ok, your probably thinking: "What were you on when you wrote THIS?" Well, they had to get together some way.
It makes sense. I mean, you can only hate someone so much, Pan must've gotten pretty fed
up with it, as well as Trunks. She lives with this man, she sleeps in the same bed as him…how
long can you hate someone in a situation like that. She's so incredibly lonely,too, and so is he.
It was just a matter of time before she had a breakdown and just let it all out.
Now that I've explained my reasoning, let me know what I can do to improve upon this story.
Any suggestions? Feel free to comment. Please excuse any grammatical errors.
Also, now Pan and Trunks' relationship has escalated from: "I hate you and you hate me."
To a type of weird friendship/huggy/lonely type stage.
Yea, it's a weird point in their relationship. We'll just have to see where it goes…And how they'll react in the morning.
(:
See, I have schoolwork, extra curricular activities, a website (which I, by the way, haven't updated in a couple months either), and, oh yea, a life.
Just kidding. I'm simply lazy. To tell you the truth, I was thinking about just deleting this whole fiction all together and starting a new one.
I'm kind of hazy on where I'm going with it.
But, I've decided not to be a quitter and continue working on it.
Thank you for waiting. Please enjoy. (Sorry, it's a bit short.)
Disclaimers: Don't own the characters, just borrowing them, promise to put them back when
I'm finished. (:
***
Chapter 3 : And Then She Smiled
***
Through the night she cried. The tears silently poured down her face and she sniffled occasionally.
This wasn't fair. This wasn't how her life was supposed to turn out. This wasn't what she wanted.
She suddenly rose from the bed. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she proceeded out the door.
"I just need some fresh air." She mumbled. "I can't stand even being near him."
The "him" she was referring to, in the meantime, had woken after feeling the slight weight shift in
the bed.
"She's gone." He thought to himself. "Where the hell did she go? Probably just to … " Worry
plagued him as he rambled mindlessly to himself about where she could be. Five minutes later
is when concern got the best of him and he bounded off to go find her.
***
Her tears had stopped for the most part. She hated to cry, and wiped her eyes a bit more to erase all signs
that she had been crying. But, it was very evident none the less.
She had been, for the past thirty minutes, stretched out on a bench located on one of the
many balconies outside the palace. As she stretched her toes a bit more, she began to
contemplate the pain that is her life. Acceptance had been slowly overtaking her recently,
and soon she feared she'd just be a robot wife to that purple headed man who she "slept with" each night.
And about that purple headed man. The attraction she felt for him wrenched her up inside. She cursed her
hormones for making her feel this way. Her dislike for him was fading, and though it may sound
confusing, that made her dislike him even more.
"I was worried about you."
A voice. His voice. She sat up and spun around.
"What do you want?" She sneered, somewhat regretting it. It had become a habit by now.
"I was worried about you." He repeated. "Come back to bed." It wasn't quite an order, more of a plea.
She noticed he didn't have a shirt on, but stopped looking. Drool collection at the corner of her mouth would not be
very becoming. Besides, she didn't like him anyway.
"Get past the physical appearance, Pan." She mentally breathed to herself. "Look inside at who he really is. Stuck up prince-scum."
But was he really? This is what bothered her the most.
"Listen…" Her voice cracked. "Don't think, don't even think for a second…" She stood up
defensive. "…That YOU can tell me what to do! Just because you're some stupid heir to the thrown…" Her voice cracked again.
Oh, how she didn't want to cry again. Not again. "Why don't you just leave me alone!"
Tears poured from her eyes, he stood and watched.
"Please, just go!" She fell to the ground sobbing.
About a minute had passed when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. She looked up through blurry vision. He was crouching
there beside her.
"Please, Pan, don't cry." And he hugged her. HE hugged HER. And at that moment, Hell froze over.
Her first instinct was to flinch away, but she slowly melted into him. A miracle happened and she hugged him back tightly, not wanting to feel alone. She cried on his shoulder as he whispered apologies in her ear.
Minutes later, or maybe it was hours, neither really knew, she drifted to sleep in his arms.
Gently, he picked her up and carried her back to their bed where he tried to place her
down without waking her.
As he settled himself under the covers, he heard her voice.
"Trunks?" She breathed.
"Hmm." He turned to face her.
"Can you just…just hold me tonight." She felt so lonely and so vulnerable and didn't care
anymore. For some reason, by some magic, she stopped caring. THEY stopped caring.
And their hearts opened up just a little bit more…
He took her in his arms and simply held her, nothing more, and he smiled.
But the miracle is she smiled back.
Things were different now; they both knew it but didn't know why. How had pure hate changed into this strange relationship?
Maybe out of their strife, angst, and utter disgust with life and their situations they turned to
each other for comfort.
____
Author's Note: Ok, your probably thinking: "What were you on when you wrote THIS?" Well, they had to get together some way.
It makes sense. I mean, you can only hate someone so much, Pan must've gotten pretty fed
up with it, as well as Trunks. She lives with this man, she sleeps in the same bed as him…how
long can you hate someone in a situation like that. She's so incredibly lonely,too, and so is he.
It was just a matter of time before she had a breakdown and just let it all out.
Now that I've explained my reasoning, let me know what I can do to improve upon this story.
Any suggestions? Feel free to comment. Please excuse any grammatical errors.
Also, now Pan and Trunks' relationship has escalated from: "I hate you and you hate me."
To a type of weird friendship/huggy/lonely type stage.
Yea, it's a weird point in their relationship. We'll just have to see where it goes…And how they'll react in the morning.
(: