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Here's To The Night

I. Man Overboard

By: Jenny

Trunks woke up slowly, feeling the pain pulsate through his head. The sunrays streamed through the cracks of the curtains and he shields his eyes with the back of his hand. He let out a small groan as he rolled over onto his stomach.

"You stupid idiot."

He let out another, louder groan when he heard her voice.

"I can't believe you did it again," Marron sighed in annoyance, "why do you do this to yourself?"

He took a deep breath and turned onto his back again, desperately trying to ignore the headache. Immediately raising his arm again to block the sunlight, he grunted out in a low voice, "Leave me alone…"

She scowled.

"Excuse me, Mr. I-go-out-and-get-drunk-every-night-and-pay-for-it-in-the-morning," she crossed her arms, "but it seems to be that you are in my home, my room, and my bed…so be nice."

He turned his head slightly towards her. Studying her blue eyes and the soft smirk that rested upon her lips. Then her words slowly registered in his mind, and he slowly sat up, rubbing his temples.

Silently, he examined the room. The walls were painted soft colors, with matching curtains and bed spread. A desk on the other side of the room, with a swivel chair pushed into it.

"So it is," he muttered, shaking his head in slight surprise.

She rolled her eyes, "Idiot." Opening her mouth, as if to continue speaking, she was interrupted by another groan from his.

Sighing, she uncrossed her arms, "Geez, you must be feeling like crap right now."

He looked up at her.

"Stay," she stuck her finger at him, "I'll be right back," and she left the room.

He watched her retreating back; his migraine seemed to be getting worse.

She came right back, just like she said. Handing him a cup of coffee and ordered him to drink it.

He drank the hot liquid obediently, and half-listened to her explain how she had to drag him from the club and how she had to clean up the…"mess" he left in her car. Then she started lecturing about his partying and drinking habits, and he snapped.

"Shut up! Shut up, SHUT up!!"

She gasped at his sudden outburst.

"This is MY life! I can take care of Myself, I do NOT need anyone's help and I don't need you, of all people, to lecture me about MY life!" His face-hardened, and he placed the cup onto the nightstand and got up from her bed. He stumbled and she caught him before he fell.

She quietly steadied him until he was perfectly balanced on both his feet, her face emotionless.

He scowled at her actions, and quietly, he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

Not looking at him, she asked her own question in a whisper.

"Doing what?"

Frowning, he reached up and forced her head to look at him.

"This," he growled, "Why are you…you helping me?"

She glared at him, pulling his hands away from her face, she growled back, "Believe it or not, idiot, I care about you."

His eyes flashed in surprise for a second, 'She cares about me…she cares about me?' before it was replaced by an unreadable emotion.

"Stop calling me that."

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a/n: okay, this is my very first story…not the first story I've ever written, but my first fan fiction. Please tell me if it is good or if it sucks and I shouldn't even be allowed to write anything ever again. I haven't edited it really well or anything, so if there are some mistakes, sorry. I will fix them later, and…don't expect to understand what this whole story is going to be about (I don't really even know yet) just yet.