Oh yeah and I can't forget to mention Hisaki! Thanks for telling me about the Brief, Briefs thing! ^^ Who'da thunk it?!?!?!
Disclaimer: I don't won the series... (wow who'da thunk it!?!?! ß hehe bad grammar, huh?)
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Chapter 11
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Pan and Trunks' eyes locked.
It's too late to cry I love you.
The wind still blowing, my heart still aching.
Alex could sense the tension. In fact, it was so (damn) thick, it was as though you could slice through it with a butter knife. (what?? I happen to like butter knives... =P)
"Uhm... hi Pan! Heh... heh..." Alex coughed light-heartedly, trying to loosen the mood a little.
"Hi Alex," Pan said tonelessly to her friend, never breaking the eye contact with her purple-haired ex. "How are you doing?" Her voice was still in monotone mode, and that question sounded more like a statement.
"I'm doing pretty good, Pan. Despite the fact that I've got tubes and wires stuck to my skin, my hair's greasy and gross, I have to wear this gay apron-like thing that has me butt naked, and I'm in the fuckin hospital, which you know I hate, I'm fine Pan. Just swell... dandy... peachy... and all that other great shit." Alex stated sarcastically.
There was a moment of silence, waiting for Pan to respond. "K," was all Pan said. She and Trunks were still looking deeply into each other's eyes. Both not attempting a move, just yet.
"Oh, thanks for caring," Alex rolled her eyes. "AND YOU TOO TRUNKS," (I keep on wanting to write trucks, for some odd reason o.O)
Trunks wanted to sweat drop and look at Alex, but he couldn't. He and Pan's eyes were still locked. What did he do anyway? He hasn't said, done, or even ATTEMPTED to do anything. He figured Alex was just PMS-ing, or something... (LOL Matt ALWAYS says that about Marina! Horomones, PMS, moodswings... it's all apart of the teenage years. XD God I luv you, you're so funny! Oh and DPP, luv as in "best friend" luv, so don't get the wrong idea... =P In other words... YOU WISH! HAH! You bought it... lol... I just said luv... wtf is the world coming to?!?!)
"Alright guys... I know that you guys are in love and stuff; but I'M the one whose dying here! Does a few weeks to live mean anything to you people?!? You can always do the mushy 'run and hug' each other, 'I love you', 'I love you too' thing LATER, when I'm DEAD AND GOME!" Alex semi-yelled, "Man, how self centered did THAT sound..."
She turned and scratched her head nervously, while receiving odd looks from two pairs of bulging eyes. Well, at least they actually looked at HER instead of each other.
"You're right, Alex, I'm sorry," Trunks paced over by her bed. Pan doin the same shortly after.
They towered over her, one on each side of the bed, looking down at her, like psychopathic retards ready to dissect her alive. Alex couldn't take all the attention anymore; the thought of getting dissected alive gave her goose bumps and made her slightly nauseous.
"OK! That's, that's... alright... CREEPY!" Alex stuttered. "STOP DOING THAT! It's freakin me out!!!"
Pan and Trunks looked up, eying each other with confused looks, but shrugged off the outburst. Pan kneeled by the bed side, taking Alex's hand.
"Alex..." She gave the delicate hand a light squeeze.
One side of my eyes sees tomorrow,
And the other one sees yesterday
I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
"Yes, Pan?" Alex asked eagerly with sparkles twinkling in her eyes.
"Don't die," pan removed her grip from Alex's hand and placed her hold on Alex's shoulders instead. "You can't die! You are Alex! You're not supposed to die before me!"
Pan shook her.
"And if you DO die... canihaveallyourscd's,clothes,jelery,make-up,yourroom,alltheotherstuffyouhave,andmoresimportantlyofall: YOUR MONEY?!?!"
"Uhm... noo..." Alex regained her breath after a good shake.
"WHAT?!? But I'm PANNY!" Pan pleaded. "Your BEST FRIEND! Your ROOM MATE! Your... uh... BEST FRIEND! Pan? Pan-chan? Panny Panny Pan?!!" She smiled bright and hopefully.
"I'll think about it..." Alex said slightly smirking. (I use the word slightly too much... *in need of a thesaurus*)
"Is that so much to ask? ONLY your cd's,clothes,jewelry,make-up,room,allyourotherstuff,and MONEY!" Pan tried to convince again.
"Yeah, but you're giving SOMETHING to good ol' Trunks, RIGHTTT?" Trunks stepped into the conversation, grinning at his best.
"Guys! Come on! Stop talking like the end is near!" Alex said.
"But... the end IS near... for you.... a few weeks to live?" Trunks pointed out.
"Gee, thanks for POINTING OUT THE OBVIOUS, Trunks!" Alex told him sarcastically. "It makes me feel GREAT to know—and be reminded that I'm gonna DIE SOON!" Alex practically yelled.
Pan and Trunks sweat dropped.
"Ahem..." Alex coughed softly. "Anyway... so pan, what did you do all this time that you weren't here?"
Alex was suddenly interested, or maybe she was just trying to change the subject.
"Well, I went to the mall..." Pan started.
"Wait... THE MALL?" Alex gawked unbelievably, with her mouth hanging wide open.
"Yeah..." minor sweat drops appeared on her head. "Anyway, I met up with oh what's-his-face, and he asked me out..." She said the last part nervously, glancing over at Trunks.
Trunks' eyes drifted to the dull, tiled floor.
"Who's what's-his-face?" Alex wondered curiously.
"Uhm... Chad Sasaki..." She mumbled.
"Oh my god! Hey he's the one that's been chasing you since.... pre school, right???" Alex said excitedly. "He was kinda cute!" (lol how preppy, huh?)
"Yeah..." Pan said, eying the sink, to avoid eye contact.
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
Trunks felt so awkward. The two women were talking as if he weren't standing right there, in the same room. He didn't think he could take it anymore. Seeing Pan – his love – Pan gossiping about another guy with her best friend, that was gonna die in a matter of weeks. It broke his heart.
(Forgive me... -__- it's late... and I just got my braces on today >. He had to think of something fast, to get himself out of there.
"Uh... BRING BRING! WHOA THAT'S MY CELL! GOTTA GO!" Trunks shakily said in a rush and dashed out the door.
Alex and Pan shot weird looks after Trunks.
Inside, Pan knew why Trunks ran away. All because of the talk about 'some other guy'. It's not like she didn't want to turn around and walk right back out when she saw his cerulean eyes when she came in the room.
The real folk blues
I just want to feel a real sorrow
It's not bad a life in the muddy river
If life is once
What happened between the two had made them go so far... so apart... so awkward... and now all they could do was run away. Keep on running away from each other.
---Trunks--- (as in where Trunks was... not his POV)
Daylight slowly slipped away as the sun shone its last rays. A few tears escaped from his glassy eyes. His red vehicle sped off into the evening.
He arrived at the huge building. Capsule Corp. He didn't have the patience, or the care to work right now. But where else could he go? Back at his house, Bulma was calling endlessly to find out where he had gone to, and why he hadn't been at work.
He sighed deeply, as he blew a few strands of hair out of his eyes, sitting down at his desk. He leaned back on his large, comfy leather chair, closing his eyes.
He sighed again.
How he wanted to hold her, kiss her, love her.
Pan.
---Pan---
"Well, that was weird..." Alex said, referring to Trunks.
"Yeah," Pan replied softly. She looked up, her eyes showing a fake cheery expression. "I gotta go,"
"Alright. Bye Pan," Alex uttered. She really didn't want to be left alone in this hellhole.
"Good luck," Pan walked out the door.
Her hair blew wildly as she walked from the hospital to her car. The gloomy clouds let a soft drizzle sprinkle down.
"Shit!" She cursed to herself, remembering she left the top down.
Hopeless hope, and the chance with traps
What is right, or wrong
It's like a both side of a coin
She ran to the car, holding her bag, so that all the contents wouldn't go scattering all over the place. Finally, she reached the car, and jumped in, jamming the key into the ignition.
She started it up and began to put the top up. "Damnit," She muttered, noticing the entire interior was wet.
She looked down at the wrist, checking her watch. "Fuck," She cursed once more, remembering that she has a 'date' with 'Chad'. Now, she only had about half an hour to get ready. If she wanted to get there on time, that was. She sped off towards the apartment.
---Chad---
Chad rubbed his sweaty hands together. He was so nervous. First time he had actually snagged Pan Son on a date. Sure, he hadn't heard from her in years, but he still loved everything about her.
He smiled when he saw her walk through the door. The waitress led her over to him.
He grinned warmly as she sat down, taking off her coat in the process.
"Hi," He tried to start out smoothly, not making a fool of himself. (If he hadn't already... XP)
"Hello," She replied calmly as she took a menu.
"How's it goin?" Chad asked, out of the blue. Pan cocked a brow, he was suddenly interested?
"Not too bad... I guess..." Pan trailed off, trying not to think of all the hard times she was going through right now. It was hardly a good time to ask if everything was fine.
---Trunks---
"Mr. Briefs, you have a call from Alex Suzuki," The stony voice boomed from the intercom.
"Put her on," Trunks replied stressed, but eagerly. He was curious to why Alex was calling. "Alex, is something wrong?"
"No..." Alex trailed off. "It's just that... earlier today... when Pan and I..."
"Pan and you what?" He asked impatiently.
"Well you know how we were talking about Chad?" Alex started up again.
Trunks almost wanted to choke at the name. "Uh... Y-Yeah," He managed to stutter.
"Well... I just called to say," Alex paused, taking in a deep breath. "Sorry for talking to Pan like that... I mean that openly... I just forgot the fact that... you and Pan were... I mean... I didn't forget... But I just... I just... absent-mindedly said those things. I'm sorry,"
"It's alright. I should get over her anyway." His voice darkened.
"Well... yeah... that's all I called for... You better get back to work," Alex told him.
"Yeah... I better..." Trunks said, getting ready to hang up.
"And Trunks?" Alex caught him before the receiver left his ear.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"She still loves you," She said softly as a click was heard.
He put down the phone. Was it true? Did Pan still love him? Is there still a chance between the two?
How long I must live till I release?
The real folk blues
I just want to feel a real pleasure
All that glitters is not gold
No, he was pretty sure she was over it.
'Get over it Trunks. There's no chance. Just get over the damn thing. Get over her.' He thought to himself as he sighed and directed his attention back to the piles of paperwork on his desk.
---Pan---
She smiled. Never has she had this bad of a date. Chad was annoying, dumb, stupid, and so many more negative things. Can anyone be that naïve? Obviously, Chad can.
She was so glad to finally get away. She now knew why he was so annoying back in school. She also know why she had ignored and rejected him so many times. She doubted herself for even saying yes in the first place. How could she get over Trunks at this rate? With all the dumbass kind of people she was going out with? She should've known and gotten as far away as possible while he was rambling about what he did after graduation.
The real folk blues
I just want to feel a real sorrow
It's not bad a life in the muddy river
If life is once
Then again, she knew that there would only be one person in the whole world for her.
Trunks.
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A/N: Heh heh heh... I had to end SOMEWHERE... sry about again, the short chapter... writer's block is still there... *grumbles* the song I used is called The Real Folk Blues... I forget who it's by, but it's the ending theme to Cowboy Bebop! (that show kicks ass) Arg, braces are GAY! Yanno what else is a good song?!?!?!! Life Styles of the Rich and Famous by Good Charlotte! (good charlotte rocks my world! Next to weezer...) so anyway I'm gonna go now... see ya! n___n don't forget to R/R! Ja!