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Chapter 6: Almost...
September 4th (about 02.00)
Damn, why did I ever agree to let Marron stay over? Sure, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but then again, doesn't everything? I didn't really count on feeling the way I do now, though.
I'm lying on our couch. Our extremely uncomfortable couch with not enough room for my legs and bumps that seem to dig into my back no matter how much I fidget around trying to get comfortable. And I can't sleep at all, because all I can think about is the fact that Marron's lying asleep in my bed, and I'm not there next to her. She's probably curled up like usual. She shouldn't be. And her perfect head is resting on my pillow. It shouldn't be.
She should be cuddled up next to me, and her perfect head should be resting on my chest. And she should be awake and whispering how much she loves me, and how she's secretly loved me all along. And I should stop thinking these ridiculous thoughts and stop being such a stupid, pitiful, obsessive moron.
"Trunks?" She sounded confused.
Oh god. Have I been saying my thoughts out loud again?
"Trunks, are you awake?"
I lay there, frozen for a few seconds. I didn't dare reply; because I had a weird feeling that I was gonna end up saying things that I shouldn't say. Maybe lying on a horrible, lumpy couch can do that to a guy. A light flicked on, and I covered my eyes up, letting out an incoherent moan which might have been translated to: 'The light's too bright, Marron, turn it off'
"I knew you were awake. I could hear you rustling your covers."
I felt her fingers wrap around my wrists and shivered at the contact, opening my eyes. She pulled my hands from my face and then let go of me, folding her arms.
"T, how the hell can you even attempt to sleep on that couch?" she asked incredulously.
I turned my face away, trying to get my mind off the fact that she was dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and her pink underwear. Her hair was sticking up all over the place, but she still looked as beautiful as ever to me. She could be wearing a plastic bag and still look gorgeous.
"I'll be fine. Go back to bed, Mar."
Otherwise you might find out how gorgeous I think you are the hard way. No pun intended.
"I refuse to let you sleep on that horrible excuse for a sofa." she insisted, grabbing my hand and yanking me off the couch and onto the floor. I pushed my hair out of my face and stood up, suddenly feeling very awkward and exposed and extremely conscious of the fact that I was wearing nothing but my too small for me Calvin Klein boxers and a disorientated expression. Why me? Why not Goten instead?
"Trunks, you might want to think about updating your underwear drawer to accommodate the fact that you're not twelve years old any more." Marron grinned. I grabbed a cushion and hit her with it. A few minutes and a minor concussion later, I decided that I would never start a pillow fight with a girl again. Must have obtained all her skills at sleepover parties or something.
"I'm serious about the underwear thing." Marron said after a pause. I really shouldn't have let my mind wander onto the subject of Marron and sleepovers. Where's a cushion when you need one?
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Mmm. I can smell Marron's perfume. She always smells so nice.
Opening one eye, still stupid with sleep, I saw Marron snuggled next to me, her head leaning on my chest. Without thinking, I tightened my grip on her, placing a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me groggily.
"What time is it?" she asked. I glanced at the clock and yawned.
"Seven a.m"
"Oh." And then she dropped back off to sleep, leaving me to sit there with my thoughts. We'd not done anything, before you ask. No such luck. We'd just ended up watching some stupid movie on the T.V in my room, and we must have fallen asleep together.
I let my head drop back onto the pillow and sighed, exasperated, and completely annoyed at myself. What's stopping me from just taking a chance and telling her how I feel? Why can't I find the right words? I gritted my teeth, growing increasingly frustrated at my inability to express my feelings. I was fed up. Really, really fed up.
I can't stand it any more. I have to let her know. Who cares what how she reacts, as long as she knows? Shaking her gently, I ignored the little voice at the back of my mind telling me to stop being so irresponsible, and that I had to consider her feelings too.
She looked up at me, stifling a yawn.
"What's up?"
I felt the fear rising in my throat, but ignored it.
"Marron, I have to tell you something," I began. "But I'm afraid of what effect it will have on our friendship if I do."
She was wide-awake now, staring at me intently.
"What is it?"
My courage was starting to fail me, and I searched for the right words.
"Marron, I..."
"You.?" she coaxed me gently
"I don't know how to tell you this.."
"Trunks, what is it?"
I paused for a moment, hesitating. What if she...No. I wouldn't think about it. I had to tell her. And I had to do it now, while I still had the nerve, and while she was still in my arms.
"I....I...lo -"
"Morning, Trunks!"
Goten's head popped around the doorframe and he grinned at us.
"Oh, hey Maz, didn't know you were here. Want some coffee?" he asked cheerfully.
"Sure, 'Ten!"
I began to mentally tear my hair out as Goten disappeared from the doorway, singing his special, off-key version of Madonna's Ray of Light, and Marron turned back to me.
"What were you saying, T?" she asked. But the moment was lost.
"It doesn't matter." I said glumly. She gave me a curious look, as if she didn't really believe me, but I turned my face away.
"I'm gonna go get a shower"
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A/N: Poor Trunks! Sometimes I almost feel bad for doing this to him. But then the moment passes, tee hee. Well, hope you liked that chapter, and don't forget to review. Oh, and you may not kill me for having Goten interrupt like that. ^_^ Thanks to all you beautiful people who reviewed, I love you guys! *hugs* And special thanks to Princess M-Chan, it's really nice to know that a T/P fan actually likes my fics. *grin* Well, ja ne, chapter 7'll be on it's way soon.
Aerith
Chapter 6: Almost...
September 4th (about 02.00)
Damn, why did I ever agree to let Marron stay over? Sure, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but then again, doesn't everything? I didn't really count on feeling the way I do now, though.
I'm lying on our couch. Our extremely uncomfortable couch with not enough room for my legs and bumps that seem to dig into my back no matter how much I fidget around trying to get comfortable. And I can't sleep at all, because all I can think about is the fact that Marron's lying asleep in my bed, and I'm not there next to her. She's probably curled up like usual. She shouldn't be. And her perfect head is resting on my pillow. It shouldn't be.
She should be cuddled up next to me, and her perfect head should be resting on my chest. And she should be awake and whispering how much she loves me, and how she's secretly loved me all along. And I should stop thinking these ridiculous thoughts and stop being such a stupid, pitiful, obsessive moron.
"Trunks?" She sounded confused.
Oh god. Have I been saying my thoughts out loud again?
"Trunks, are you awake?"
I lay there, frozen for a few seconds. I didn't dare reply; because I had a weird feeling that I was gonna end up saying things that I shouldn't say. Maybe lying on a horrible, lumpy couch can do that to a guy. A light flicked on, and I covered my eyes up, letting out an incoherent moan which might have been translated to: 'The light's too bright, Marron, turn it off'
"I knew you were awake. I could hear you rustling your covers."
I felt her fingers wrap around my wrists and shivered at the contact, opening my eyes. She pulled my hands from my face and then let go of me, folding her arms.
"T, how the hell can you even attempt to sleep on that couch?" she asked incredulously.
I turned my face away, trying to get my mind off the fact that she was dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and her pink underwear. Her hair was sticking up all over the place, but she still looked as beautiful as ever to me. She could be wearing a plastic bag and still look gorgeous.
"I'll be fine. Go back to bed, Mar."
Otherwise you might find out how gorgeous I think you are the hard way. No pun intended.
"I refuse to let you sleep on that horrible excuse for a sofa." she insisted, grabbing my hand and yanking me off the couch and onto the floor. I pushed my hair out of my face and stood up, suddenly feeling very awkward and exposed and extremely conscious of the fact that I was wearing nothing but my too small for me Calvin Klein boxers and a disorientated expression. Why me? Why not Goten instead?
"Trunks, you might want to think about updating your underwear drawer to accommodate the fact that you're not twelve years old any more." Marron grinned. I grabbed a cushion and hit her with it. A few minutes and a minor concussion later, I decided that I would never start a pillow fight with a girl again. Must have obtained all her skills at sleepover parties or something.
"I'm serious about the underwear thing." Marron said after a pause. I really shouldn't have let my mind wander onto the subject of Marron and sleepovers. Where's a cushion when you need one?
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Mmm. I can smell Marron's perfume. She always smells so nice.
Opening one eye, still stupid with sleep, I saw Marron snuggled next to me, her head leaning on my chest. Without thinking, I tightened my grip on her, placing a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me groggily.
"What time is it?" she asked. I glanced at the clock and yawned.
"Seven a.m"
"Oh." And then she dropped back off to sleep, leaving me to sit there with my thoughts. We'd not done anything, before you ask. No such luck. We'd just ended up watching some stupid movie on the T.V in my room, and we must have fallen asleep together.
I let my head drop back onto the pillow and sighed, exasperated, and completely annoyed at myself. What's stopping me from just taking a chance and telling her how I feel? Why can't I find the right words? I gritted my teeth, growing increasingly frustrated at my inability to express my feelings. I was fed up. Really, really fed up.
I can't stand it any more. I have to let her know. Who cares what how she reacts, as long as she knows? Shaking her gently, I ignored the little voice at the back of my mind telling me to stop being so irresponsible, and that I had to consider her feelings too.
She looked up at me, stifling a yawn.
"What's up?"
I felt the fear rising in my throat, but ignored it.
"Marron, I have to tell you something," I began. "But I'm afraid of what effect it will have on our friendship if I do."
She was wide-awake now, staring at me intently.
"What is it?"
My courage was starting to fail me, and I searched for the right words.
"Marron, I..."
"You.?" she coaxed me gently
"I don't know how to tell you this.."
"Trunks, what is it?"
I paused for a moment, hesitating. What if she...No. I wouldn't think about it. I had to tell her. And I had to do it now, while I still had the nerve, and while she was still in my arms.
"I....I...lo -"
"Morning, Trunks!"
Goten's head popped around the doorframe and he grinned at us.
"Oh, hey Maz, didn't know you were here. Want some coffee?" he asked cheerfully.
"Sure, 'Ten!"
I began to mentally tear my hair out as Goten disappeared from the doorway, singing his special, off-key version of Madonna's Ray of Light, and Marron turned back to me.
"What were you saying, T?" she asked. But the moment was lost.
"It doesn't matter." I said glumly. She gave me a curious look, as if she didn't really believe me, but I turned my face away.
"I'm gonna go get a shower"
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A/N: Poor Trunks! Sometimes I almost feel bad for doing this to him. But then the moment passes, tee hee. Well, hope you liked that chapter, and don't forget to review. Oh, and you may not kill me for having Goten interrupt like that. ^_^ Thanks to all you beautiful people who reviewed, I love you guys! *hugs* And special thanks to Princess M-Chan, it's really nice to know that a T/P fan actually likes my fics. *grin* Well, ja ne, chapter 7'll be on it's way soon.
Aerith