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Fic Recommendations (been a while since I did this, ne?)
Dear Diary by: Asanra
A brilliant piece of work by one of my fave authors. Marron's POV, journal form. Marron's spiralling down, she's off the rails, doing drugs, the works. Can Trunks save her from herself? Find out by reading.
The Good, the Bad, and the Sleep Deprived by: Leelee
Had a bad day? This' guaranteed to cheer you up. Trust me, read it! V, v funny. Poor Mirai is all I have to say. Sorry for the lack of reviews on my part, leelee! I'll make it up soon, promise. *Son grin*
Runaway Hearts by: Starr
Marron's tale of how happily ever after is just the beginning. Very, very well written. You! Go. Read. Now.
Seriously.
Chapter 13: You Haven't Finished Your Cake!
September 16th (yes, still!) (Uubu)
"...So, Trunks and I grew a lot closer, and well, the rest is just history, I guess."
I nodded, trying to force the scowl off my face at the mention of that bastard's name. How could someone as nice as Marron Chestnut be friends with a moron like him? I think she must have noticed the look on my face because she smiled, brushing her beautiful hair behind her ears.
"I know you don't like Trunks because of what happened in high school, Uub, but he's not the same any more. He's still as popular with the girls as ever, but he's not the sort to just sleep with someone because he's bored, or depressed, or something like that."
"Really?" I muttered in a voice laced with sarcasm. Her eyes narrowed.
"Yes. Really. I think maybe you need to forget about the past. Just live for the moment, that's what I always do!"
"I'm sorry, Marron. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that..."
"Forget it." She gave a dismissive wave of her hand.
I leaned my elbows on the table top, glancing around at the other people in the bar. Pan had gone to see her parents, and I'd asked Marron to go out to the bar with me. So here we were. She's pretty cute. Yeah, someone who I could really get to love. But...I can't help but wonder about her. Since we got here, the only person she's talked about is -
"Did I mention the time that me and Trunks bought a motorbike?"
Yep. Trunks Briefs.
"Uh, no."
"Oh, I can laugh about it now, but at the time I was terrified. I was screaming so loud that people were staring at me like I'd gone mad!"
"Heh. Hey, Marron, what do you do for a living? You haven't told me yet."
"Hmm? Oh, I work at French Connection. You know, selling clothes? You know, Trunks is always complaining about what he has to wear, 'cause he's the president of CC and all, Bulma makes him wear these Armani suits, he hates it! He always asks me to pick up some 'proper clothes' for him. Since I work at FC I'm kinda like his personal shopper."
I brought the cup of coffee up to my mouth to hide the scowl.
"So he makes you do everything for him? Why can't he go buy them himself?"
"He doesn't get much time to himself. I don't do 'everything' for him, anyway. And when he asks me to buy his clothes, he knows full well he's have to do something for me in return."
"I bet he does."
"No! It's not like that with us!" she protested. "We're friends. Really good friends. But that's all we are."
"If you say so, Marron. But I don't understand how you can be friends with that bastard, you deserve someone much better than him."
She slammed her hands down hard on the table top.
"That's it. What is it with men nowadays? What's this whole macho "I'm better than him" thing supposed to prove? I'm outta here."
I stood up hurriedly, inwardly berating myself for letting my emotions get the better of me.
"No, Marron, hold on, I didn't mean - "
She turned to me, her azure gaze hard and unwavering. God, she's beautiful. If only Trunks Briefs didn't have any ties with her..
"What did you mean?" she asked.
I struggled to find words. Stop looking at me like that, dammit! "Uh...you haven't finished your cake, and..." I babbled. Idiot. She's really gonna stay now.
"Suddenly, it's lost it's appeal." she muttered, and turned away, stalking out of the door.
Someone point me in the direction of Idiots Anonymous.
~~~~
Later on, after I'd got back to Pan's house, I decided to call my roommate from uni. Picking up the phone, I was about to dial, when I realised there was someone on the other end. It sounded very much like Goten, talking to someone with a feminine voice. Maybe his girlfriend? Must have two phones using the same connection or something. Not wanting to be nosy, I was about to put the phone down when I heard Goten mention Trunks' name. Talking about his friend behind his back, eh? If one of my hands weren't holding the phone, I'd be rubbing them together right now.
"Why doesn't he just tell her, Goten?" the girl said, sounding exasperated. Now I was intrigued.
"I don't know, 'Su. But don't bug him about it, okay? Let him tell her in his own time."
"If he doesn't tell her soon, he's gonna lose her to some other guy, though!"
"I know..."
"Goten, come on. Make him do it soon. How hard can it be for him to just go to her and say "Marron, I've had a crush on you for ages, wanna get a drink sometime?" I mean, seriously...."
My mouth dropped open, and it took a few seconds for my brain to register what I was hearing. Trunks Briefs, too scared to go out and get what he wants? It can't be true. But...if it is....
A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I quietly replaced the receiver. Wonder how you'll feel, Trunks, if I take something of yours for a change?
~~~~
A/N: Well, seems Uub has a little something up his sleeve. What do you expect, it is chapter 13! Now, don't complain about me making him seem like a scheming bastard, because after all, he has a reason to be. Heh, reading the ideas I'd noted down for this fic, it seems like things really changed. At first it was going to be a more WAFF type of fic. *smirk* I think I like this version better. Hey, Tok, I'll fit 'Geta in there somewhere, don't worry. *grin* And Burned! *blink* You're..alive? ^_^ Nice to hear from you, I was worried you'd left! Don't worry, he will be tortured. After all, Trunks torture is one of the great pleasures of life! Any chance of an update soon, eh? *smile*
Fic Recommendations (been a while since I did this, ne?)
Dear Diary by: Asanra
A brilliant piece of work by one of my fave authors. Marron's POV, journal form. Marron's spiralling down, she's off the rails, doing drugs, the works. Can Trunks save her from herself? Find out by reading.
The Good, the Bad, and the Sleep Deprived by: Leelee
Had a bad day? This' guaranteed to cheer you up. Trust me, read it! V, v funny. Poor Mirai is all I have to say. Sorry for the lack of reviews on my part, leelee! I'll make it up soon, promise. *Son grin*
Runaway Hearts by: Starr
Marron's tale of how happily ever after is just the beginning. Very, very well written. You! Go. Read. Now.
Seriously.
Chapter 13: You Haven't Finished Your Cake!
September 16th (yes, still!) (Uubu)
"...So, Trunks and I grew a lot closer, and well, the rest is just history, I guess."
I nodded, trying to force the scowl off my face at the mention of that bastard's name. How could someone as nice as Marron Chestnut be friends with a moron like him? I think she must have noticed the look on my face because she smiled, brushing her beautiful hair behind her ears.
"I know you don't like Trunks because of what happened in high school, Uub, but he's not the same any more. He's still as popular with the girls as ever, but he's not the sort to just sleep with someone because he's bored, or depressed, or something like that."
"Really?" I muttered in a voice laced with sarcasm. Her eyes narrowed.
"Yes. Really. I think maybe you need to forget about the past. Just live for the moment, that's what I always do!"
"I'm sorry, Marron. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that..."
"Forget it." She gave a dismissive wave of her hand.
I leaned my elbows on the table top, glancing around at the other people in the bar. Pan had gone to see her parents, and I'd asked Marron to go out to the bar with me. So here we were. She's pretty cute. Yeah, someone who I could really get to love. But...I can't help but wonder about her. Since we got here, the only person she's talked about is -
"Did I mention the time that me and Trunks bought a motorbike?"
Yep. Trunks Briefs.
"Uh, no."
"Oh, I can laugh about it now, but at the time I was terrified. I was screaming so loud that people were staring at me like I'd gone mad!"
"Heh. Hey, Marron, what do you do for a living? You haven't told me yet."
"Hmm? Oh, I work at French Connection. You know, selling clothes? You know, Trunks is always complaining about what he has to wear, 'cause he's the president of CC and all, Bulma makes him wear these Armani suits, he hates it! He always asks me to pick up some 'proper clothes' for him. Since I work at FC I'm kinda like his personal shopper."
I brought the cup of coffee up to my mouth to hide the scowl.
"So he makes you do everything for him? Why can't he go buy them himself?"
"He doesn't get much time to himself. I don't do 'everything' for him, anyway. And when he asks me to buy his clothes, he knows full well he's have to do something for me in return."
"I bet he does."
"No! It's not like that with us!" she protested. "We're friends. Really good friends. But that's all we are."
"If you say so, Marron. But I don't understand how you can be friends with that bastard, you deserve someone much better than him."
She slammed her hands down hard on the table top.
"That's it. What is it with men nowadays? What's this whole macho "I'm better than him" thing supposed to prove? I'm outta here."
I stood up hurriedly, inwardly berating myself for letting my emotions get the better of me.
"No, Marron, hold on, I didn't mean - "
She turned to me, her azure gaze hard and unwavering. God, she's beautiful. If only Trunks Briefs didn't have any ties with her..
"What did you mean?" she asked.
I struggled to find words. Stop looking at me like that, dammit! "Uh...you haven't finished your cake, and..." I babbled. Idiot. She's really gonna stay now.
"Suddenly, it's lost it's appeal." she muttered, and turned away, stalking out of the door.
Someone point me in the direction of Idiots Anonymous.
~~~~
Later on, after I'd got back to Pan's house, I decided to call my roommate from uni. Picking up the phone, I was about to dial, when I realised there was someone on the other end. It sounded very much like Goten, talking to someone with a feminine voice. Maybe his girlfriend? Must have two phones using the same connection or something. Not wanting to be nosy, I was about to put the phone down when I heard Goten mention Trunks' name. Talking about his friend behind his back, eh? If one of my hands weren't holding the phone, I'd be rubbing them together right now.
"Why doesn't he just tell her, Goten?" the girl said, sounding exasperated. Now I was intrigued.
"I don't know, 'Su. But don't bug him about it, okay? Let him tell her in his own time."
"If he doesn't tell her soon, he's gonna lose her to some other guy, though!"
"I know..."
"Goten, come on. Make him do it soon. How hard can it be for him to just go to her and say "Marron, I've had a crush on you for ages, wanna get a drink sometime?" I mean, seriously...."
My mouth dropped open, and it took a few seconds for my brain to register what I was hearing. Trunks Briefs, too scared to go out and get what he wants? It can't be true. But...if it is....
A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I quietly replaced the receiver. Wonder how you'll feel, Trunks, if I take something of yours for a change?
~~~~
A/N: Well, seems Uub has a little something up his sleeve. What do you expect, it is chapter 13! Now, don't complain about me making him seem like a scheming bastard, because after all, he has a reason to be. Heh, reading the ideas I'd noted down for this fic, it seems like things really changed. At first it was going to be a more WAFF type of fic. *smirk* I think I like this version better. Hey, Tok, I'll fit 'Geta in there somewhere, don't worry. *grin* And Burned! *blink* You're..alive? ^_^ Nice to hear from you, I was worried you'd left! Don't worry, he will be tortured. After all, Trunks torture is one of the great pleasures of life! Any chance of an update soon, eh? *smile*