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Making A Decision

Chapter 3: Marron

When I got home from shopping, Kenichi and Victoria were gone, and I found a phone message on the counter. It was from Bra, and she was at Pan's house. I grabbed the phone and dialed Pan's number.

"Marron, where have you been?" Bra answered quickly.

I snorted. "Hello to you too Bra. It's so nice to talk to you."

Bra laughed. "Hi Marron. You're on speakerphone, so say hi to everyone."

"Hi everyone," I said. I heard a bunch of "hi's" in reply.

"Anyway, Marron. I called to ask you about the letter you sent me. This one's from Videl. Are your parents sending out invitations?"

"Hi Videl. My Mom said something about invitations; I'll send some out when I have the chance," I replied, changing to the headset and fixing my hair.

"Okay, now one from Goten. Do you have a date for the party?" Bra asked.

I laughed as I heard Goten yell, "I never said that!" "No, Goten, I don't have a date. Yet. Now if I get an offer, I might just accept to it. Next question please."

"From Pan. Have you ever kissed Trunks?" Bra asked.

"Marron, Bra is such a liar! I never asked that! But did you?" Pan asked.

I giggled. "No, not a real kiss. I mean, not a passionate one. But I did kiss him." I smiled fondly at the memory:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was thirteen, and Trunks was seventeen. He took me on a picnic in the garden about forty kilometers away; it had been a long fly. I was sitting on a swing, gently rocking back and forth. Trunks was standing behind me, pushing me ever so slightly. Suddenly, he stopped the swing by pulling it toward him. I turned around and he leaned forward and kissed me, straight on the lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello? Marron?" I heard Bra yell as I slowly drifted back to the present.

"Oh, yeah, I did kiss Trunks. Or rather, he kissed me," I answered, trying to keep the dreamy sound out of my voice.

"And no one ever told me this?!" Bra and Goten exclaimed in unison. Pan and Videl giggled.

"Why should we have told you? It was just a harmless little kiss. Now I have to go. I have a lot of packing to do, that is if you want me to make an appearance next week. I'll see you guys soon. Bye!" I unplugged the headset and disconnected the line.

As I was walking into my bedroom, the mail on the table caught my eye. A red envelope, to be exact. I picked it up. It was addressed to me, so I opened it up and read it:

My Dearest Marron,

I cannot wait to see you next week. Three days after your arrival is too long. If you will, meet me in our garden the night you get home. I can't wait to see you.

Always,

T.B.

The envelope didn't have a stamp on it.

~Ooooh, freaky. Was our favorite hottie in Marron's apartment? Or did he have someone deliver it? Review and I'll tell you!~