Making A Decision
Chapter 6: Trunks
She looked beautiful. She had her back to me as I landed silently on the island. She was unloading her car. She was only wearing a pair of blue jeans and a hunter green spaghetti strap tank top, but the way the sun hit her hair and her tan skin, she looked like a goddess.
I walked slowly and silently up to her; she still didn't notice me. Carefully, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and hugged her close. She jumped slightly, then threw her head back so she could see who it was without moving.
She smiled a golden smile, and I thought I would melt right there. "Hey Trunks," she said softly. "You scared me there for a minute."
"Sorry," I whispered. "It just felt right."
She broke out of my arms and turned around. "Hi," she gave me a hug. I thought I would die.
I wrapped my arms around her again. "Hi," I said lamely. "Want some help with those bags?"
She looked back at the numerous duffel bags piled in the sand. "Later. I'm too hungry to worry about them now."
I smirked. (Must be Dad's genes) "How about we go out then?" I scooped her up in my arms and took off into the sky.
She screamed. "Trunks! What are you doing?" She kicked wildly, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"You said you were hungry. I'm just taking you out." I smiled as she clutched my shirt.
"Trunks Briefs, you drop me and…"
I laughed. "Hey, would I drop a pretty girl like you?" Real smooth Trunks.
But to my surprise, she blushed and smiled. "Shut up," she said softly. But she still smiled.
"So, where do you want to go?" I asked nonchalantly. I was trying to sound all smooth and cool. Until Saturday, when she got her present.
She looked at me, a little more relaxed. "It doesn't matter to me. This is really sweet of you, Trunks." She smiled sweetly.
I felt my face get hot. "I-it's nothing," I stuttered. Oh, yeah, Trunks. That was real smooth. She's just going to fall at your feet now.
She giggled. "Hey, Trunks? Can I asked you something?" she asked. I nodded. "Why exactly did you come to my dorm room last week?"
I looked at the moving ground. "I had to drop off the note."
"Yeah, but you could have called me. I mean, my dorm is pretty far away, even by flight. And the letter. It was kind of, well…deep."
I looked at her, sitting in my arms, playing with her ponytail nervously. "Saturday," I whispered. "Wait until Saturday."
~Will Trunks give Marron her necklace? Will she tell him she feels the same way? Does she feel the same way? Review and I'll tell ya!~