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A/N: Hey guys! I know I've not finished any of my stories yet, and that they should be my priority for now, but I just got this idea in my head yesterday and I couldn't shake it.
I'm sure you've all read stories where Marron's in love with Trunks and he never notices, right? I love those stories, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like if it was the other way around. So in this story, it's Trunks who's been in love with Marron since forever, and she's the one who has no idea.
It's another first person, since I tend to find those easier to write. I don't know why, but anyway, never mind that. Hope you enjoy reading, and don't forget to review and tell me whether I'm doing good or bad. I love getting reviews, heh, what author doesn't?
Oh yeah, this story is dedicated to Son Asanra, who writes amazing T/M stories. I hope you don't mind me posting this, hon, seeing as you're writing a Trunks POV fic yourself. And I hope that this isn't too much like yours, and I hope you like reading it. I would have emailed you to ask about it, but damn Lycos isn't working properly on me! -_-
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Chapter 1: Another Day, Another Break-up
September 2nd
"And then I told him it was over! I'm damned if I'm gonna let a man talk to me like that!"
I smiled, putting my pen down on my desk. My best friend, Marron, was sounding off again about her latest boyfriend. I don't know what he said to her, but it must have been something bad for her to just call it off like that. But then again, what do I know? Not to sound nasty or anything, but Marron has been known to overreact. I'd never tell her that though. I'm too fond of my kneecaps.
"Trunks? Trunks? Are you even listening to me?"
"Of course I am, Maz. I was just thinking, that's all"
"Oh really? About what?"
"Uh...just.....things"
She huffed a little on the other end of the phone. Yep, this is one of her bad mood days. Probably a bad hair day too, that always gets her irritated.
"Anyway, guess what else?"
"What?"
"It only went and started bloody raining again didn't it? My hair's a total disaster zone!"
Hehe, told you.
"Well, maybe you should phone Paresu and book an appointment?" I suggested.
Paresu is my friend Goten's girlfriend, and she's a hair stylist extraordinaire. She and Marron have always been close, in fact it was Marron that introduced her to Goten. Paresu owns a hair salon in South City. Not a bad job for a twenty-three year old fresh out of University, huh?
"You're not supposed to say that, Trunks" Marron sighed. "You're supposed to tell me my hair looks fine! You're supposed to say I'm beautiful even with a ball of frizz on my head!"
I raised an eyebrow. "How can I say that when I can't see how you do look?" I asked.
Marron fell silent.
"Uh..good point" she muttered. "Anyway, enough about me, Trunks. What about you? Still working?"
"Hmm, it depends on what your idea of work is" I said with a grin.
"So you're just sitting at your desk rearranging your papers and trying to look busy then?"
"Right"
"Well, in that case, wanna meet me for dinner down in Ginger Town? I was there yesterday and they've got this lovely place, great food and everything. What do your reckon?"
"Fine by me. It's not like I've got anything better to do"
I idly scribbled my signature on some important looking documents and dropped my pen back onto the desk.
"Well, you can pick me up outside, which is where I am now" Marron informed me happily. I blinked and walked over to my office window where I could see her standing on the pavement outside, grinning up at me. I don't know what she was talking about with the hair thing. She looks fine from where I'm standing. She's wearing her pink dress over a white blouse, and her hair's in pigtails. She looks perfect. But then again, I would say that, wouldn't I? I've loved her ever since I was eighteen and she was seventeen, and I actually noticed that she wasn't just the cute little kid who always followed me and Goten around anymore.
And the stupidest part of it all is that she has no idea how I feel. No idea at all. And every time I work up the courage to tell her, she always phones me up with news of some guy she's met in a bar/at work/in the mall/at the bus stop, and how she really feels that he might be the one for her. And I smile and tell her that I'm happy for her, even though I can't stand the thought of a guy who isn't me touching her. And then when she breaks up with him or he breaks up with her, I'm always the one she comes running to. I'm Safe Guy. Guy Who Listens To Problems And Offers Solutions. Best Friend. And as much as I like being Marron's best friend, that's not enough for me. I don't want to be the one she runs to, I don't want to be the shoulder to cry on. I want to be the one she meets in some bar and tells all her friends about. I want to be The One.
But as much as I want this, I don't think it'll ever happen. I'm too far into the friend zone to ever find my way out again. If Marron ever found out how I really feel about her, I don't know what she'd do. It'd probably ruin everything between us. So I guess I should just be content with being this close to her.
"Hey, you're running up my phone bill here, Trunks" Her voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I realised I'd been standing at the window not saying anything for far too long.
"Admiring the scenery are we?" she asked wryly, nodding her head to a group of women wandering down the street behind her "Come on, Casanova, get moving!"
"Whatever"
I hung up the phone and pulled off my glasses. I don't know why I wear the things, I don't even need them. I guess my mom thought I looked more professional wearing them. Now I've gotta get out of this suit. Luckily for me I've got a closet in my office, at my mom's request. I think she thought I'd need it for dressing for meetings and such. It's full of suits (what else?) but right at the back I've managed to sneak in a proper outfit, black trousers, black T-shirt that's a bit tight on me, but will have to do, and my denim Capsule Corp. jacket. Oh, and some trainers. Can't forget those. It's not like I'd wear perfectly polished black shoes for going to a café now is it?
God, if my mom saw me she'd probably have a heart attack. Her son, Trunks Briefs, Vice President of Capsule Corp. wearing - shock horror - civilian clothes! I love my mom, of course, but sometimes she can be a little overbearing. I'm only twenty-two, and she tries to make me act like I'm in my forties. I don't want to be like that. I don't even want the job I've got at the moment. I'd love to do something where I could be creative, not stuck here signing business deals in a brown suit and glasses.
After I'd washed the gel out of my hair and let it flop around my face instead of being combed back, I took a baseball cap out of my desk drawer and put it on to hide my hair. Then I put a pair on sunglasses on and stepped into the elevator. What, you didn't think I'd just be able to walk straight out the front door without a disguise did you?
"I was just coming to get you"
I looked over the top of my sunglasses and saw Marron smiling at me.
"Hey" I gave her a quick hug and then hastily replaced my glasses as the elevator slowed to a stop. Marron and I stepped out, and I almost got straight back in again. Over at the front desk, my mother was standing, chatting with the receptionist.
"She'll know it's me" I hissed to Marron, who shook her head.
"No she won't. Just walk fast and don't look back"
Pathetic, aren't I? Scared of my own mother. But hey, you don't know what she can get like sometimes. But anyway, I followed Marron's advice and hurried past her, hoping to God that she didn't recognise me.
"Hey, is that you, Trunks?"
Damn.
"Make a run for it!" I told Marron, and the two of us raced out the front door with mom hot on our heels.
"Trunks Vegeta Briefs! Get back here right now!" she screamed, sending people scattering in all directions in a bid to avoid the crazy woman who looked about ready to kill someone. I hopped into my convertible - a company car, apparently - and Marron jumped in the other side, giggling all the while. Then we were off, speeding away towards Ginger Town with my mom still screaming at me behind us.
No doubt when I got home I was for the high jump, but hey, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Right now, I'm with Marron, and for that, I'd risk anything.
A/N: Hey guys! I know I've not finished any of my stories yet, and that they should be my priority for now, but I just got this idea in my head yesterday and I couldn't shake it.
I'm sure you've all read stories where Marron's in love with Trunks and he never notices, right? I love those stories, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like if it was the other way around. So in this story, it's Trunks who's been in love with Marron since forever, and she's the one who has no idea.
It's another first person, since I tend to find those easier to write. I don't know why, but anyway, never mind that. Hope you enjoy reading, and don't forget to review and tell me whether I'm doing good or bad. I love getting reviews, heh, what author doesn't?
Oh yeah, this story is dedicated to Son Asanra, who writes amazing T/M stories. I hope you don't mind me posting this, hon, seeing as you're writing a Trunks POV fic yourself. And I hope that this isn't too much like yours, and I hope you like reading it. I would have emailed you to ask about it, but damn Lycos isn't working properly on me! -_-
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Chapter 1: Another Day, Another Break-up
September 2nd
"And then I told him it was over! I'm damned if I'm gonna let a man talk to me like that!"
I smiled, putting my pen down on my desk. My best friend, Marron, was sounding off again about her latest boyfriend. I don't know what he said to her, but it must have been something bad for her to just call it off like that. But then again, what do I know? Not to sound nasty or anything, but Marron has been known to overreact. I'd never tell her that though. I'm too fond of my kneecaps.
"Trunks? Trunks? Are you even listening to me?"
"Of course I am, Maz. I was just thinking, that's all"
"Oh really? About what?"
"Uh...just.....things"
She huffed a little on the other end of the phone. Yep, this is one of her bad mood days. Probably a bad hair day too, that always gets her irritated.
"Anyway, guess what else?"
"What?"
"It only went and started bloody raining again didn't it? My hair's a total disaster zone!"
Hehe, told you.
"Well, maybe you should phone Paresu and book an appointment?" I suggested.
Paresu is my friend Goten's girlfriend, and she's a hair stylist extraordinaire. She and Marron have always been close, in fact it was Marron that introduced her to Goten. Paresu owns a hair salon in South City. Not a bad job for a twenty-three year old fresh out of University, huh?
"You're not supposed to say that, Trunks" Marron sighed. "You're supposed to tell me my hair looks fine! You're supposed to say I'm beautiful even with a ball of frizz on my head!"
I raised an eyebrow. "How can I say that when I can't see how you do look?" I asked.
Marron fell silent.
"Uh..good point" she muttered. "Anyway, enough about me, Trunks. What about you? Still working?"
"Hmm, it depends on what your idea of work is" I said with a grin.
"So you're just sitting at your desk rearranging your papers and trying to look busy then?"
"Right"
"Well, in that case, wanna meet me for dinner down in Ginger Town? I was there yesterday and they've got this lovely place, great food and everything. What do your reckon?"
"Fine by me. It's not like I've got anything better to do"
I idly scribbled my signature on some important looking documents and dropped my pen back onto the desk.
"Well, you can pick me up outside, which is where I am now" Marron informed me happily. I blinked and walked over to my office window where I could see her standing on the pavement outside, grinning up at me. I don't know what she was talking about with the hair thing. She looks fine from where I'm standing. She's wearing her pink dress over a white blouse, and her hair's in pigtails. She looks perfect. But then again, I would say that, wouldn't I? I've loved her ever since I was eighteen and she was seventeen, and I actually noticed that she wasn't just the cute little kid who always followed me and Goten around anymore.
And the stupidest part of it all is that she has no idea how I feel. No idea at all. And every time I work up the courage to tell her, she always phones me up with news of some guy she's met in a bar/at work/in the mall/at the bus stop, and how she really feels that he might be the one for her. And I smile and tell her that I'm happy for her, even though I can't stand the thought of a guy who isn't me touching her. And then when she breaks up with him or he breaks up with her, I'm always the one she comes running to. I'm Safe Guy. Guy Who Listens To Problems And Offers Solutions. Best Friend. And as much as I like being Marron's best friend, that's not enough for me. I don't want to be the one she runs to, I don't want to be the shoulder to cry on. I want to be the one she meets in some bar and tells all her friends about. I want to be The One.
But as much as I want this, I don't think it'll ever happen. I'm too far into the friend zone to ever find my way out again. If Marron ever found out how I really feel about her, I don't know what she'd do. It'd probably ruin everything between us. So I guess I should just be content with being this close to her.
"Hey, you're running up my phone bill here, Trunks" Her voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I realised I'd been standing at the window not saying anything for far too long.
"Admiring the scenery are we?" she asked wryly, nodding her head to a group of women wandering down the street behind her "Come on, Casanova, get moving!"
"Whatever"
I hung up the phone and pulled off my glasses. I don't know why I wear the things, I don't even need them. I guess my mom thought I looked more professional wearing them. Now I've gotta get out of this suit. Luckily for me I've got a closet in my office, at my mom's request. I think she thought I'd need it for dressing for meetings and such. It's full of suits (what else?) but right at the back I've managed to sneak in a proper outfit, black trousers, black T-shirt that's a bit tight on me, but will have to do, and my denim Capsule Corp. jacket. Oh, and some trainers. Can't forget those. It's not like I'd wear perfectly polished black shoes for going to a café now is it?
God, if my mom saw me she'd probably have a heart attack. Her son, Trunks Briefs, Vice President of Capsule Corp. wearing - shock horror - civilian clothes! I love my mom, of course, but sometimes she can be a little overbearing. I'm only twenty-two, and she tries to make me act like I'm in my forties. I don't want to be like that. I don't even want the job I've got at the moment. I'd love to do something where I could be creative, not stuck here signing business deals in a brown suit and glasses.
After I'd washed the gel out of my hair and let it flop around my face instead of being combed back, I took a baseball cap out of my desk drawer and put it on to hide my hair. Then I put a pair on sunglasses on and stepped into the elevator. What, you didn't think I'd just be able to walk straight out the front door without a disguise did you?
"I was just coming to get you"
I looked over the top of my sunglasses and saw Marron smiling at me.
"Hey" I gave her a quick hug and then hastily replaced my glasses as the elevator slowed to a stop. Marron and I stepped out, and I almost got straight back in again. Over at the front desk, my mother was standing, chatting with the receptionist.
"She'll know it's me" I hissed to Marron, who shook her head.
"No she won't. Just walk fast and don't look back"
Pathetic, aren't I? Scared of my own mother. But hey, you don't know what she can get like sometimes. But anyway, I followed Marron's advice and hurried past her, hoping to God that she didn't recognise me.
"Hey, is that you, Trunks?"
Damn.
"Make a run for it!" I told Marron, and the two of us raced out the front door with mom hot on our heels.
"Trunks Vegeta Briefs! Get back here right now!" she screamed, sending people scattering in all directions in a bid to avoid the crazy woman who looked about ready to kill someone. I hopped into my convertible - a company car, apparently - and Marron jumped in the other side, giggling all the while. Then we were off, speeding away towards Ginger Town with my mom still screaming at me behind us.
No doubt when I got home I was for the high jump, but hey, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Right now, I'm with Marron, and for that, I'd risk anything.