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Chapter 16: And you're rambling.
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I followed Marron up the stairs and into her little apartment, trying to overcome my jealousy of the fact that she was with Uub, and they were on a date, and she kissed him and told his she'd see him soon. Dammit, if only I hadn't acted like such an idiot and agreed to go on that godforsaken business trip, maybe I'd have been able to talk her out of ever seeing Uub. Damn him and his stupid hairstyle!
"So then, what did you do that was so bad?" Marron asked, sinking down onto her fluffy pink sofa (where does she find these things?) and patting the space next to her. I crossed the room and sat down with a sigh.
"Well, you see, I saw this girl out in the corridor..." I began, and Marron smirked.
"You and your uncontrollable libido." She quipped, and I took the opportunity to glare at her.
"No, I didn't screw anyone this time."
"That's a first, for you."
"Do you wanna hear my story or not, Miss Chestnut?" I put on my best stern, irritated voice.
She laughed, getting up from her seat and heading over to the kitchen.
"Do you want anything?"
God yes, Marron. You. I. Want. You. Here, now, in your apartment, on this decidedly suspect fluffy pink sofa.
Ignoring my inner sex crazed lunatic, I decided to settle for a cup of tea. Marron started humming a tune as she made it, and I stayed where I was, although what I really wanted to do was go over and wrap my arms around her, and tell her to forget the tea, 'cause I had something better in mind. But I'm absolutely positive that my smooth lines would never work on Marron, and she'd laugh and tell me to stop playing around if I did that now, because like I said, she never takes me seriously. Such is my inner pain.
"So then, continue." Marron said, coming over and putting the two cups down on the coffee table, sitting down, brushing her hair behind her ears, leaning back, and smiling at me. I love it when Marron smiles. Her entire face lights up, her eyes sparkle, and...huh. I...think...I just fell in love with her all over again.
"Well, I met this girl, and we were talking, and for reasons that I can't recall," (Of course, I could recall them, but I wasn't about to tell Marron why I got onto the subject of talking to Rachel about my love life) "we ended up talking about my high school days. And I, for some completely screwed reason, decided to tell her about the time I had sex with Rachel Turner at the graduation ball. And I added that she meant nothing to me, and she wasn't even all that good.."
Marron picked up her cup and took a sip.
"It was Rachel, huh?" she asked, and I sighed, nodding my head.
"Not only was it Rachel, but the president of the corporation who wanted to merge with us was one Mr. Turner. So, for some reason, although I have no idea what that might be, he called off the deal, saying his daughter had suddenly got sick."
"Trunks, you are one big dumbass, you know that?"
"I know, I know."
"But hey, I love you for it." Marron added, and I smiled, picking up my own cup. The two of us sighed in unison, and Marron giggled, and I smiled, and then we just talked. About Aya, about Uub (who, Marron added, thought that amusement parks were childish, and asked if we could have an Us Day, complete with amusement park visits, since she wasn't fussed about asking Uub to take her.) and about whether Goten and Paresu were gonna get engaged. Then we got back onto the subject of Aya, and Marron's face turned serious.
"Trunks, why did you play with her feelings?" she asked, her gorgeous eyes gazing at me sadly.
"I didn't do it on purpose." I told her. "I was confused, and drunk, and by the time I'd figured out what was happening, I'd already told her I'd call her. Then I felt guilty, but I'm an idiot who lets things get more and more difficult before they try and do something about it, which succeeded in getting me a slap from you - which really stung, by the way, and..."
And Marron laughed, placing a pink nail polished finger to my lips to shush me.
"And you're rambling." She said.
I stared at her, and she stared at me, and for a moment, everything slowed. Marron never took her eyes from mine, and I couldn't seem to bring myself to look away from her. I was trapped, frozen. And there wasn't anywhere else I'd rather have been at that moment. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I was sure I saw a faint blush begin to spread over her face. Her finger slowly withdrew from my lips, and although it went against the fact that I'd seemingly resolved to be a pathetic fool and never let on about my feelings for her, I caught her hand as she pulled it away, intertwining my fingers with hers. Her hand was warm, but I could feel it trembling, and it confused me. What was she afraid of?
"You're right. Maybe I should start over." I began, relaxing my grip on her hand as to let her pull away. She didn't.
"So start over."
I looked down at our hands. "Basically, I'm an idiot. She called me and asked if what you'd told her was true, and because I didn't want to upset her, I said that I really cared about her."
"And she took it the wrong way?" Marron asked, but I could tell she already knew the answer. "You know, Goten says you care about other people's feelings too much. That's why you get yourself into these situations."
"I'm not sure about that, M-chan. I can be pretty much an insensitive bastard sometimes."
"True. But what about the other times?"
"So, you think you and Uub could have a thing?" I asked, changing the subject and hoping her reply went something along the lines of; "No way, he's a weirdo who acts his age and doesn't like amusement parks, I like you so much better, Trunks, with your sexy patheticness, and did I mention that the way you get uncomfortable and afraid of rejection really turns me on?" Obviously, she wouldn't say that. But hey, it doesn't hurt to hope.
"Are you gonna call Aya?"
I fell silent. Why wouldn't she answer my question? Why was she so interested in me resolving all this Aya stuff? And why were her fingers still entangled with mine?
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A/N: 'Why', you ask, Trunks? Well, you'll find out soon enough. Thanks for all the reviews you guys! They really do mean a lot to me. So hugs to all of you! Please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter? Was it too abrupt? I wasn't sure about putting the little romance bit in, I'm not sure whether it's too soon. What do you think? Until next time!
P.S: I've just written the first chapter to the sequel of CCC. So new fic coming soon! I know I've got loads of unfinished fics, but hey, I work better when there's lots for me to do. Bye for now!
Aerith
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Chapter 16: And you're rambling.
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I followed Marron up the stairs and into her little apartment, trying to overcome my jealousy of the fact that she was with Uub, and they were on a date, and she kissed him and told his she'd see him soon. Dammit, if only I hadn't acted like such an idiot and agreed to go on that godforsaken business trip, maybe I'd have been able to talk her out of ever seeing Uub. Damn him and his stupid hairstyle!
"So then, what did you do that was so bad?" Marron asked, sinking down onto her fluffy pink sofa (where does she find these things?) and patting the space next to her. I crossed the room and sat down with a sigh.
"Well, you see, I saw this girl out in the corridor..." I began, and Marron smirked.
"You and your uncontrollable libido." She quipped, and I took the opportunity to glare at her.
"No, I didn't screw anyone this time."
"That's a first, for you."
"Do you wanna hear my story or not, Miss Chestnut?" I put on my best stern, irritated voice.
She laughed, getting up from her seat and heading over to the kitchen.
"Do you want anything?"
God yes, Marron. You. I. Want. You. Here, now, in your apartment, on this decidedly suspect fluffy pink sofa.
Ignoring my inner sex crazed lunatic, I decided to settle for a cup of tea. Marron started humming a tune as she made it, and I stayed where I was, although what I really wanted to do was go over and wrap my arms around her, and tell her to forget the tea, 'cause I had something better in mind. But I'm absolutely positive that my smooth lines would never work on Marron, and she'd laugh and tell me to stop playing around if I did that now, because like I said, she never takes me seriously. Such is my inner pain.
"So then, continue." Marron said, coming over and putting the two cups down on the coffee table, sitting down, brushing her hair behind her ears, leaning back, and smiling at me. I love it when Marron smiles. Her entire face lights up, her eyes sparkle, and...huh. I...think...I just fell in love with her all over again.
"Well, I met this girl, and we were talking, and for reasons that I can't recall," (Of course, I could recall them, but I wasn't about to tell Marron why I got onto the subject of talking to Rachel about my love life) "we ended up talking about my high school days. And I, for some completely screwed reason, decided to tell her about the time I had sex with Rachel Turner at the graduation ball. And I added that she meant nothing to me, and she wasn't even all that good.."
Marron picked up her cup and took a sip.
"It was Rachel, huh?" she asked, and I sighed, nodding my head.
"Not only was it Rachel, but the president of the corporation who wanted to merge with us was one Mr. Turner. So, for some reason, although I have no idea what that might be, he called off the deal, saying his daughter had suddenly got sick."
"Trunks, you are one big dumbass, you know that?"
"I know, I know."
"But hey, I love you for it." Marron added, and I smiled, picking up my own cup. The two of us sighed in unison, and Marron giggled, and I smiled, and then we just talked. About Aya, about Uub (who, Marron added, thought that amusement parks were childish, and asked if we could have an Us Day, complete with amusement park visits, since she wasn't fussed about asking Uub to take her.) and about whether Goten and Paresu were gonna get engaged. Then we got back onto the subject of Aya, and Marron's face turned serious.
"Trunks, why did you play with her feelings?" she asked, her gorgeous eyes gazing at me sadly.
"I didn't do it on purpose." I told her. "I was confused, and drunk, and by the time I'd figured out what was happening, I'd already told her I'd call her. Then I felt guilty, but I'm an idiot who lets things get more and more difficult before they try and do something about it, which succeeded in getting me a slap from you - which really stung, by the way, and..."
And Marron laughed, placing a pink nail polished finger to my lips to shush me.
"And you're rambling." She said.
I stared at her, and she stared at me, and for a moment, everything slowed. Marron never took her eyes from mine, and I couldn't seem to bring myself to look away from her. I was trapped, frozen. And there wasn't anywhere else I'd rather have been at that moment. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I was sure I saw a faint blush begin to spread over her face. Her finger slowly withdrew from my lips, and although it went against the fact that I'd seemingly resolved to be a pathetic fool and never let on about my feelings for her, I caught her hand as she pulled it away, intertwining my fingers with hers. Her hand was warm, but I could feel it trembling, and it confused me. What was she afraid of?
"You're right. Maybe I should start over." I began, relaxing my grip on her hand as to let her pull away. She didn't.
"So start over."
I looked down at our hands. "Basically, I'm an idiot. She called me and asked if what you'd told her was true, and because I didn't want to upset her, I said that I really cared about her."
"And she took it the wrong way?" Marron asked, but I could tell she already knew the answer. "You know, Goten says you care about other people's feelings too much. That's why you get yourself into these situations."
"I'm not sure about that, M-chan. I can be pretty much an insensitive bastard sometimes."
"True. But what about the other times?"
"So, you think you and Uub could have a thing?" I asked, changing the subject and hoping her reply went something along the lines of; "No way, he's a weirdo who acts his age and doesn't like amusement parks, I like you so much better, Trunks, with your sexy patheticness, and did I mention that the way you get uncomfortable and afraid of rejection really turns me on?" Obviously, she wouldn't say that. But hey, it doesn't hurt to hope.
"Are you gonna call Aya?"
I fell silent. Why wouldn't she answer my question? Why was she so interested in me resolving all this Aya stuff? And why were her fingers still entangled with mine?
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A/N: 'Why', you ask, Trunks? Well, you'll find out soon enough. Thanks for all the reviews you guys! They really do mean a lot to me. So hugs to all of you! Please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter? Was it too abrupt? I wasn't sure about putting the little romance bit in, I'm not sure whether it's too soon. What do you think? Until next time!
P.S: I've just written the first chapter to the sequel of CCC. So new fic coming soon! I know I've got loads of unfinished fics, but hey, I work better when there's lots for me to do. Bye for now!
Aerith