Office Space
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Chapter 5 ::Meeting the old::
Videl sat in her chair. She was exausted. She hat been at work for three hours. It was her lunch break in fifteen minutes and she was starving.
She began to rummage around her desk. She found her address book. It was stuffed with papers, and scribbled all over it. She threw it over her shoulder, and it landed with a soft thud on her chair. She searched the room, wondering where she could go to lunch. A certain peice of paper caught her attention.
It was pinned ot her bulletain board, folded, as if it hadn't been opened in years. Curious, Videl ripped it off the board and started to unfold it. She opened it, smoothed it out, and read the neat cursive writting.
Writting that belonged to him. Her heart sank. It was his. His handwritting. His numbers. she had to call him. They hadn't spoken in years. She had to.
But a thought struck her. What if he hadn't called for a reason? What if he just didn't want to talk to her ever again? What if he got married and started a new life with tons of kids?
'Well, there's only one way to find out.' She picked up her phone, and dialed his home number. Halfway through the third ring, she hung up. He wouldn't be home. He had a job. She kicked herself for being so dense.
She called the second number, which was titled, 'WORK'. She took a deep breath as a woman, with a high pitched voice answered with a cheerness.
"Hello! Global Industries! May I help you?"
Videl swallowed hard. "Y-yes. I'd like to speak to Son Gohan, please?"
The secretarys shifted some papers, or something light weight. "Son Gohan? Sure! He's such a cutie. Hang on tight a sec honey!"
Videl waited at the other end, while she heard numbers ringing, and buttons beeping. Her heart stopped.
"Hello? Son Gohan here."
*
A/N: I thought about making a short chapter, and making it end right there for a cliff hanger, but I'm so nice! Chapter 5, Part 2
Gohan looked around. He wanted to go out to lunch, instead of buying salty peanuts in the storage vending machine. He looked around. People, were already leaving for lunch. He sighed deeply.
He started to shift papers around his desk. It was clutttered. Oh well.
'It look's like I'm not going anywhere for lunch today. So I might as well clean up.' He got out of his chair and sat on his knee's to look in his draws. It was neat, not not neat to be exact, but it wasn't entirely messy though.
Gohan felt the strangest pain in his back. He stood up, and stretched. But it had already dissapeard. "That was weird." He told himself. He liked talking to himself in his office before speeches. As if there was an invisible crowd listning, hearing, making comments, and applauding his speech.
Gohan heard his assistant laugh. He sneered. He hated how everyone was so happy. How it was so pretty and springy outside. How everyone said that everyone falls in love in Spring. The weather just has the power to lure people together.
"Gohan?" his assistants voice rang through the phpone. "You've got a call on line four."
Gohan smiled. "Thanks." He picked up the phone grudgily. He punched in a four on the phone and leaned back in his chair.
"Hello? Son Gohan here."
*
His voice melted inside of her. She was hesitant. "Come on. I know your there. I can here you breathing."
Videl cleared her voice. "Gohan? It's Videl."
Gohan was lost for words. He sat in his chair. He almost dropped the phone. Videl? Calling him? Here? After three years? It was amazing! "V-V- Videl?"
"Yes."
Gohan's heart danced around in his chest. "What a great surprise!"
Videl frowned. 'Pickup line, #42.' "Yeah. Real great."
Gohan frowned. "Is there something you want?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Gohan grinned. "Nothing! Nothing at all Videl. Just that-"
"Yes?" Her voice rised a bit, making him nervous.
"You haven't talked to me in three years, and now you call out of the blue-"
"Look!" Her voice was breaking now. As if she was on the verge of crying. "I just called because I found your number, and I thought that we could talk, just like we used to!"
Gohan hit himself over the head for being so force with her. "Hey Videl? Do you want to have lunch with me? We could talk. I'd love to see you again."
"Sure. Where should I meet you?"
"Uh," he tried to remember a fancy place where he loved. He wanted to impress her by taking her to a nice place, but where the food was good to. "Maybe that little café on the corner of Bluemingdals?"
Videl smiled. "My, my, my. Gohan's grown out of pizza parlors?"
"No!" He looked down at his attire. "It's just I'm dressed in my suit, and I think I'm alittle bit over dressed just for pizza."
"Alright!" She sighed. "I'll meet you there in ten minutes.
"Okay."
*
Gohan waited at a small table for two, looking frantically around for Videl. It was full of teenagers, people from his office, and other offices he didn't know. But he was looking for Videl.
He imaged what she looked like now. Same height proabably, more beautiful than ever. He was knoecked out of his trance when those same blue eyes peered through the window of the café.
Videl entered, and searched around for Gohan. When she found him, she walked up to him.
Gohan was in a trance. His jaw was slightly dropped, as he watched how gracefully she moved to the table. She was wearing a black shirt, a gray over jacket, high heels, and a skirt! A mid thight black skirt! Gohan thought the day Videl would wear a skirt would be the day pigs would fly.
Gohan looked out the window. Nope. Still no pigs.
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bA/N: Hey! So. they met! It wasn't a cliffhanger. Gohan is looking for pigs? Hehehe. I'll explain my jokes later on in the story. So what'd you think? Next chapter is going to be a lot of talking and catching up. Read & Review please! Chapter 6: Catching Up, and Catching On
luv
Panny-Plan!
Disclaimer: Don't own-don't sue.
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Chapter 5 ::Meeting the old::
Videl sat in her chair. She was exausted. She hat been at work for three hours. It was her lunch break in fifteen minutes and she was starving.
She began to rummage around her desk. She found her address book. It was stuffed with papers, and scribbled all over it. She threw it over her shoulder, and it landed with a soft thud on her chair. She searched the room, wondering where she could go to lunch. A certain peice of paper caught her attention.
It was pinned ot her bulletain board, folded, as if it hadn't been opened in years. Curious, Videl ripped it off the board and started to unfold it. She opened it, smoothed it out, and read the neat cursive writting.
Writting that belonged to him. Her heart sank. It was his. His handwritting. His numbers. she had to call him. They hadn't spoken in years. She had to.
But a thought struck her. What if he hadn't called for a reason? What if he just didn't want to talk to her ever again? What if he got married and started a new life with tons of kids?
'Well, there's only one way to find out.' She picked up her phone, and dialed his home number. Halfway through the third ring, she hung up. He wouldn't be home. He had a job. She kicked herself for being so dense.
She called the second number, which was titled, 'WORK'. She took a deep breath as a woman, with a high pitched voice answered with a cheerness.
"Hello! Global Industries! May I help you?"
Videl swallowed hard. "Y-yes. I'd like to speak to Son Gohan, please?"
The secretarys shifted some papers, or something light weight. "Son Gohan? Sure! He's such a cutie. Hang on tight a sec honey!"
Videl waited at the other end, while she heard numbers ringing, and buttons beeping. Her heart stopped.
"Hello? Son Gohan here."
*
A/N: I thought about making a short chapter, and making it end right there for a cliff hanger, but I'm so nice! Chapter 5, Part 2
Gohan looked around. He wanted to go out to lunch, instead of buying salty peanuts in the storage vending machine. He looked around. People, were already leaving for lunch. He sighed deeply.
He started to shift papers around his desk. It was clutttered. Oh well.
'It look's like I'm not going anywhere for lunch today. So I might as well clean up.' He got out of his chair and sat on his knee's to look in his draws. It was neat, not not neat to be exact, but it wasn't entirely messy though.
Gohan felt the strangest pain in his back. He stood up, and stretched. But it had already dissapeard. "That was weird." He told himself. He liked talking to himself in his office before speeches. As if there was an invisible crowd listning, hearing, making comments, and applauding his speech.
Gohan heard his assistant laugh. He sneered. He hated how everyone was so happy. How it was so pretty and springy outside. How everyone said that everyone falls in love in Spring. The weather just has the power to lure people together.
"Gohan?" his assistants voice rang through the phpone. "You've got a call on line four."
Gohan smiled. "Thanks." He picked up the phone grudgily. He punched in a four on the phone and leaned back in his chair.
"Hello? Son Gohan here."
*
His voice melted inside of her. She was hesitant. "Come on. I know your there. I can here you breathing."
Videl cleared her voice. "Gohan? It's Videl."
Gohan was lost for words. He sat in his chair. He almost dropped the phone. Videl? Calling him? Here? After three years? It was amazing! "V-V- Videl?"
"Yes."
Gohan's heart danced around in his chest. "What a great surprise!"
Videl frowned. 'Pickup line, #42.' "Yeah. Real great."
Gohan frowned. "Is there something you want?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Gohan grinned. "Nothing! Nothing at all Videl. Just that-"
"Yes?" Her voice rised a bit, making him nervous.
"You haven't talked to me in three years, and now you call out of the blue-"
"Look!" Her voice was breaking now. As if she was on the verge of crying. "I just called because I found your number, and I thought that we could talk, just like we used to!"
Gohan hit himself over the head for being so force with her. "Hey Videl? Do you want to have lunch with me? We could talk. I'd love to see you again."
"Sure. Where should I meet you?"
"Uh," he tried to remember a fancy place where he loved. He wanted to impress her by taking her to a nice place, but where the food was good to. "Maybe that little café on the corner of Bluemingdals?"
Videl smiled. "My, my, my. Gohan's grown out of pizza parlors?"
"No!" He looked down at his attire. "It's just I'm dressed in my suit, and I think I'm alittle bit over dressed just for pizza."
"Alright!" She sighed. "I'll meet you there in ten minutes.
"Okay."
*
Gohan waited at a small table for two, looking frantically around for Videl. It was full of teenagers, people from his office, and other offices he didn't know. But he was looking for Videl.
He imaged what she looked like now. Same height proabably, more beautiful than ever. He was knoecked out of his trance when those same blue eyes peered through the window of the café.
Videl entered, and searched around for Gohan. When she found him, she walked up to him.
Gohan was in a trance. His jaw was slightly dropped, as he watched how gracefully she moved to the table. She was wearing a black shirt, a gray over jacket, high heels, and a skirt! A mid thight black skirt! Gohan thought the day Videl would wear a skirt would be the day pigs would fly.
Gohan looked out the window. Nope. Still no pigs.
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bA/N: Hey! So. they met! It wasn't a cliffhanger. Gohan is looking for pigs? Hehehe. I'll explain my jokes later on in the story. So what'd you think? Next chapter is going to be a lot of talking and catching up. Read & Review please! Chapter 6: Catching Up, and Catching On
luv
Panny-Plan!
