A/N: Hey guys! It's me... I'm bored... so I'm writing. But can you blame me? Errggg WEEKEND IS FINALLY HERE!!! The past four days of school has been a pain. Especially with the dumbass sub we had today in social studies *groans* Well then... enough of my ranting... enjoy the chapter! Be sure to R/R! =^.^=
Disclaimer: Wee! You all know what we all need to say here... So just use your imagination and IMAGINE what might be said here! As if you're paying attention right now
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The hot pink letters lit up the words "Café Tokyo" above the entry into the restaurant. Scott was seated near the window, waiting for via lovely Pan to show up, so they could 'talk' and stuff... Yes... that was it... 'talk' and STUFF....
He saw Pan standing near the door, looking around. He waved her over.
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***Scott***
"Hey Pan!" I greeted a little too eagerly. Or so it seemed to myself. I mentally kicked to my own ass, as I see her soft lips curve up to a sweet smile.
"Hello." She greeted back properly as she set her handbag aside.
"Are there any refreshments, or appetizers I can get you?" The waitress came by and asked politely.
I looked over at Pan, who shook her head, and waved the waitress off. I directed my attention to Pan again.
"So Pan... long time no see." I stated as casually as possible.
"Er... Yeah..." She replied, unsure of what to say, I'm guessing.
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***Third Person POV***
Scott wasn't disappointed at all. It was just the night as he'd pictured it. With the exception of one thing that is... one
thing that he'd soon fulfill. [does that make sense? Scuse the grammar.. I'm delirious AND I'm drowsy.]
The two 'friends' decided to take a short walk in the park, just to catch up with each other even more than they already
have. Well that was Scott's idea, and Pan didn't want to seem rude, so she agreed. She regretted agreeing though. As each second passed, the more
and more she learned how self centered and bitchy Scott was. She could see why Alex wanted her to tell him that she said "fuck you" and "go to
hell". She knew she sure would. I mean, if they weren't "friends" or some shit like that. [okay enough of Scott...]
Pan eventually got bored with his self-centered stories and began to get in a daze. Thinking of her fiancé, Trunks. He was
so perfect in every way. Handsome, charming, smart, funny... how could she begin to list them all...
"I haveta admit Pan, I've dated a lot of girls... but none quite like you... I like you Pan... I like you a lot..." He waited for
Pan's answer, but when he didn't even get a gasp, he looked over to find his "ebony-haired goddess" (as he'd described earlier when you
weren't paying attention and when the author was too lazy to put that...) staring off into space, obviously daydreaming (or something of the
sort) about something other than his words. "Pan?" He shook her shoulder a bit, snapping her from her trance.
"What?" She asked, clueless to what he had been saying for the past half hour or so. [who can daydream THAT long? I
mean... besides the ones who can...]
Scott sighed under his breath and began again, "I was saying..."
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He looked down at his feet, with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, walking slowly through the moonlit park. His
thin lavender hair fell in front of his eyes, but he paid no attention as he continued down the path, thinking about Pan. [these two madly in love
or what? ok how OOC is this...]
He had called Pan earlier, but Alex had said she was out with a "friend". He silently wondered which "friend" she was out
with, not to mention what she was doing. No, but he trusted Pan. She'd never cheat or have an affair. Or would she? Does she really know Pan?
He shook his head, crumpling up the thought into a little ball and throwing it out. Pan would never do that to him. He loved Pan. And Pan loved
him. Or does she really love him? Is it for the money, just like all the others? He mentally slapped himself and trashed that thought again.
Stop thinking, Trunks, stop thinking. She's probably just out having a little fun with some of her old friends that she
hasn't seen in ages. He was satisfied with that thought. He heard some familiar voices as he neared the center of the park.
"Pan, you mean so much to me." The male voice said.
Did he just say Pan? Trunks thought to himself, listening more closely. Probably someone
else named Pan... He dismissed the thought. [okay who else is named Pan?]
"Scott... I--" The female voice began, until she was cut off.
That sounded exactly like Pan. Could it be? He looked up from the ground to find a sight that he hoped he'd never
see. Pan was kissing... Scott? Pan? Trunks squinted and looked at the female's facial features carefully. That was Pan alright. You couldn't
mistake it.
His heart suddenly took a deep plunge and sank low. His vision blurred as his eyes stared to well up with the salty tears
that hadn't been there for ages. He looked at the "couple". They looked like they were so passionate for each other. [Scott's hand traveling
south... (Ryan, thanks a lot you hentai... just playin)]
Trunks closed his eyes, and turned back to the way he'd come from before. A hot tear trickled down his face as he ran. As he ran as fast as he could to get away from her. To get away from Pan. The one he loved. The one he had thought had loved him back truly. But he was wrong. Just another go digger.
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Pan finally managed to push away from Scott and plant a bitch slap that left a huge mark across this face. "What were
you THINKING?!?!?!?!" She yelled outraged, "I'm engaged Scott, ENGAGED! Does that mean a thing to you???!"
"I-I'm sorry, Pan. I didn't know..." Scott stuttered while petting his stinging face softly. [hahah what a pretty boy]
"I bet you didn't..." Pan stated, annoyed, "Oh yeah one more thing..."
"Pan, I'm sorry..." Scott tried to apologize again, but Pan only looked away.
"Alex told me to tell these words to you. 'FUCK YOU' and 'GO TO HELL'." Pan told him angrily, "Oh and I have one more
thing to add to that... EAT THIS BASTARD!" She yelled as she punched him in the gut, and kneed him in the family jewels. [ooo i know, so
mean... kneeing a guy there... but hey... it's still fun... although i prefer kicking ^^ *no offense to guys or anything...*]
She gave him a pathetic snicker and almost laughed as she watched Scott keel over in pain, holding both his stomach and
his balls at the same time. Pan began to depart, but kicked him in the shin one last time before she walked off. [hehe go Pan!]
What a bitch Pan said under her breath to herself, while calling a... taxi [?] to come and take her home.
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Pan slammed the door hard, almost breaking the doorframe while heading into their apartment.
Alex came rushing out of her room, in her pajamas. "What happened?!?" She asked a very pissed off Pan, "Whoa... did
someone die or something?" She noticed Pan's angry face expression.
"That dumbass, Scott... he should go fuck himself and go to hell..." Pan started.
"Oh... him.... I told you he was a dipshit..." Alex reminded Pan.
She grunted, "Yeah... he told me that 'I mean so much to him' and then kissed me! What an
asshole!!!" Pan growled, "I'm gonna go call Trunks."
Pan reached for the wireless phone and dialed his number. It seemed like an eternity she waited, listening to those soft
rings. She finally pushed the end button. "He's not home...? Where can he be?" She asked no one in particular.
"Hey, he might be at the office..." Alex suggested while looking through the fridge for something to snack on.
Pan dialed his office number. Again, she waited for about fifty rings, and finally hung up. She was counting but she lost
track around thirty. ^.~
"He's not there either..." Pan trailed off...
"Twy hith thell..." Alex said while stuffing her face with a sandwich she had made.
"What?" Pan asked, having no idea about what her friend just said.
Alex swallowed the piece of sandwich in her mouth, "I said... Try his cell..." Pan arched an eyebrow, "His cell phone
yanno... little portable phone..."
Pan nodded realizingly [is that a word? o well you guys know what I mean... RIGHT?] and pushed in the number.
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The soft tone of his cell phone rang wildly, as he took it out of his pocket and looked at the caller-ID screen. The number
was too familiar. It was Pan.
He sighed hesitantly while pushing the red button, turning off his cell phone. Trunks turned his head up at an angle, so he could view the beautiful stars that patterned the navy blue sky.
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Pan placed the phone back on the charger, "He turned his cell phone off on me." Pan said while staring at the plush carpet, deep in thought.
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A/N: There you guys!!! I hoped you enjoy!!!!!! I didn't know how to end it... so I just made a bunch of stuff up and ended it. Hope it wasn't too abrupt!! ^^ Yah um... well I have nothing else to say.... oh yeah I do actually... WHY would ANYONE ask someone for their locker number in PE? WHY? Not that it happened to me... *whistles*... heh heh heh... *looks away* well anyway... so... did anyone watch Inu Yasha, Yu Yu Hakasho, and Cowboy Bebop on adult swim last night? *puts thumbs up* good shows. Well I'm gonna go now... so... DON'T FORGET TO R/R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
See ya space cowboy... (Sry! Too much Cowboy Bebop!! *good show*)