Chapter 4
I'm going nuts. I'm going freakin' nuts.
Pan jumped up and bashed around the room, bumping into a vase with roses on her way. She quickly jumped back and grabbed the vase before it could fall.
The vase... She looked at the roses. Twelve red roses, one for every month she and Uub had been together. Uub had bought them for her on their one-year anniversary. Was that really only three weeks ago? It seemed so long...
She looked at the roses. They were almost dead. But hey, that happened with flowers. Once you cut 'em, you killed 'em. She might have to get rid of the roses before they looked completely brown. But somehow that seemed so... definite.
Pan shook her head violently. Don't be ridiculous! she yelled at herself. Getting rid of the roses doesn't mean you have to get rid of Uub.
Her eyes widened. Now where the hell had that thought come from?!
Uub. Think of Uub. Think of his sweet dark eyes, the love in those eyes when they look at you. Think of how much you love those eyes, Pan. Think of how much you love him.
She smiled. She couldn't help it. Every time she thought of Uub, she smiled. She'd done that since the day she'd fallen in love with him. Everything about Uub just made her smile, his eyes, his hair, his soft skin, his powerful body, the sweet things he said, the way he held her...
Oh no. Wrong clause. She'd been held by Trunks, too, now.
She scowled. Now why did she have to ruin her perfect thoughts of Uub with thoughts of Trunks? Buzz off, Trunks!
It didn't work. There was no way she could deny this last encounter between her and Trunks, no way she could forget it. She somehow had to think about it, otherwise she'd go crazy for sure.
If I haven't gone crazy already. I mean – come on, dreams that come true? No way in hell. It's just a dream. Maybe I scratched my neck accidentally or something.
She sighed. Right. As if she didn't know what bitemarks looked like. These were definately bitemarks.
Why does life have to be so confusing?! she groaned to herself and returned to bashing around the room.
[|^_^|]
So he'd kissed her. Big deal! It was not like kissing meant something, right? Besides, it wasn't even a real kiss. You could say their lips just touched. Accidentally, ofcourse. And it didn't mean anything. It absolutely didn't mean that her dreams were real. Why would they be real? Trunks wasn't attracted to her, and she wasn't attracted to him. That weird encounter today was nothing but an accident. Besides, even if he was attracted to her, that didn't mean her dreams were real.
But the bitemarks, the goddamned bitemarks...
And she couldn't get around the fact that she was attracted to him. Very much.
[|^_^|]
Pan kept her ki as low as possible. So low that not even Vegeta would detect her.
Trunks wouldn't for sure, he was still working at the other side of the building. Bra and Bulma were nowhere to be sensed, probably out shopping somewhere.
It was perfect.
She slowly pushed the window open and jumped into the room, looking around.
God, Trunks, you sure know how to make a mess! was the first thought popping into her mind.
Clothes were lying on a pile in a corner. All sorts of paper work and other stuff was lying on the ground as if the purple haired man had thrown a whole closet empty to find something at the back.
She frowned as she looked at the empty closet. Ok, so he probably had.
On the bed, which seemed almost too tidy, lay a picture. Pan looked at it curiously. It was a picture of them six together, Bra, Uub, Trunks, Marron, Goten and her. Now why would he drop that on his bed?
She looked at the other object on the bed. When she recognised it, she facefaulted.
His diary. The object she'd come to look for, preparing herself for a complete journey through his room to find it, and he'd have it lying on his bed. Could anybody so stupid?!
She reconsidered. He was the only one who came to his bedroom at CC, and even he didn't come very much – he usually slept over at Marron's. Besides, the door was probably locked. And who would even consider breaking into his bedroom, except for her?
Pan scowled at her conscience. Forget about morals. She had to find out if he had had dreams too, otherwise she'd lose it.
She dropped down on the bed and took the diary, flipping to the last written pages. He didn't even have a lock on the damned thing!
She'd known he had a diary and even wrote in it. He'd told her, not too long ago. She remembered laughing about it, saying she didn't even have a diary herself. Trunks had mock-punched her, telling her to shut up, but she'd kept on laughing at him, teasing him.
She felt kinda bad about this. He trusted her but she sneaked around after his back.
She scowled again. No morals! Not now.
Ah, yesterday's date. That had to do.
... so stupid! How could I have done that? I mean, I was about to kiss her! I would have, if she hadn't left.
Gods, what was I thinking?! I'm with Marron! I love Marron!
Say it, Trunks. Say it. You're in love with Marron. "I'm in love with Marron." See, it's not that hard!
I know I'm in love with Marron. But god, Pan's just so incredibly hot...
Pan blushed a nice shade of crimson. So, he did find her attractive? But still this was no proof! She needed proof. Were her dreams real, yes or no?
How could I be acting so freakin' weird on lust? I mean, I've liked other girls, sure, but I've never even come close to cheating with Marron.
But today... if Pan hadn't gone away, if she'd kissed me back, I'm sure I would have slept with her. No doubt.
You know, the weirdest thing is that I know that Pan wants this too. I didn't know it for sure before, but now I do. She was about to kiss me back. I guess she just had that little bit selfcontrol I didn't have anymore because she had enough sense to leave.
Pan blushed even deeper. Okay, lusting after a guy was one thing. Lusting after a guy who knew you lusted after him was not completely the best thing she had in mind.
But the dreams!
Should I tell her? Should I ask what to do about this? Should I explain to her why I'm lusting after her?
No. I can't explain why I'm lusting after her. I don't know it myself! "Hi Pan, I'm your friend and all, but since three weeks I find you strangely attractive. So attractive, actually, that I was about to mess up the two year relationship with the girl I love dearly for a night with you. So, how about we don't see eachother anymore?"
Maybe that's what I should do. No, not tell her that, ofcourse! I mean, try to avoid her or something. Who knows what will happen, otherwise?
Yeah, that's the best thing to do. Avoid her until this weird... thing... blows over.
I just hope I don't dream of her tonight. Another...
Pan's eyes widened, then narrowed. He hoped he didn't dream of her. That didn't mean he had dreamed of her before, right? But it could mean he had.
Another... another what? He'd stopped writing there, as if he suddenly left. Which he probably had, otherwise the damned diary wouldn't be lying here anyway.
Three weeks... That was exactly the time she'd had those dreams.
Too much coincidence! But still no proof.
Pan groaned. God, this was unnerving!!
She glanced at the sky. It was getting dark, she'd better get going by now. Who knows what would happen if Trunks would come back before she'd left...
Footsteps in the hallway, the sound of a key in the door. Pan swore silently. Just her luck.
She'd never ever flown so fast.
[|^_^|]
There were two things she could do. One, she could go talk to Trunks. Two, she could go try to talk to Trunks in another dream, if she had another dream this night.
Naturally, she picked two.
[|^_^|]
That night, Pan slept peacefully and without dreams.
[|^_^|]
"Trunks, hi!" Pan said in a too-breathless voice. God, I sound like those fanclub girls of his, she muttered to herself.
Trunks turned his chair. His eyes widened when he saw Pan climbing through his window.
"Hi Pan, look, I'm kinda busy right now. Could you come back later?" he said, too quickly, his blue showing his surprise and… was that fear?
Pan shook her head. "Just one thing, Trunks."
Did his eyes widen at those words?
He turned his chair more, leaning his elbows on the table, his head in his hands to look at her. "Okay, what is it?"
Pan nervously tapped with her foot on the ground. She jumped up when he looked at her questioningly. His eyes narrowed a bit.
She breathed in deeply and forced herself to be calm.
"Are you awake?" she slowly asked, and added softly: "Because I'm not so sure anymore, lately."
His eyes widened for sure, now. Surprised and maybe a bit frightened, too.
He stammered: "O-ofcourse!" and rapidly blinked his eyes.
Pan jumped out of the window before he could get up and ignored him when he called out her name.
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AN: Is that a cliffhanger *again*?! *hides from those eight fans throwing things at her* Sorry!! I couldn't help it! o.O
Hm, I might be overdoing the whole is-it-real thingie a bit… Sorry 'bout that. But what would you do when that happened to you?
More action in the next chapter, more Uub-sweetness and are Pan and Trunks finally gonna talk for real? Find out on the next episode of Dreams, now on Cartoo… ok, never mind. ~_^
Disclaimer: No, I'm not making lots 'n lotsa money out of this. If you don't believe it, ask my manager – Uncle Veggie (yup, a mawguy). And if you're coming after me, Big Nap the bodyguard will save me!! (no, I don't know why I pick an overgrown ugly bold monkey as a bodyguard when I could have a cute purplehaired one and a cyborg… Must be the mustache. Damn it's sexy!)
