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Chapter 18: I'm Sure There's a Freudian Explanation...
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Moron! Idiot! Imbecile! Fool! Moronic, idiotic, imbecilic fool! And other derogatory terms used to describe an individual with an extremely low level of both common sense and just plain intelligence!
Dammit, mom and dad! Thanks so much for passing down your dominant short- tempered genes to me! It really helped me keep from saying something I'd regret. I hate myself. No, wait, I don't just hate myself. It's worse than that. I actually pity myself for my stupidity.
Jeez, my inner monologue even thinks I'm a dumbass.
I stopped running, looking around in a daze and swiping viciously at my annoying floppy hair that wouldn't stop getting into my eyes. Maybe I should ask Paresu to cut it for me? Ha, she'd most likely strangle me with the hairdryer flex if she knew how royally I'd just fucked up. Back to reality, moron boy.
Now, first off, where was I? I glanced around, and my eyes widened in surprise as I realised how far I'd run. I guess when you're a pathetic, idiotic coward you run pretty fast. I was in the town square, in front of some upmarket wine bar that had just opened. Soft, jazz style music floated out of the windows and calmed me a little, and I walked over to one of the tables outside and sat down, slamming my elbows onto the table as if that would somehow release some of my pent up anger, and resting my chin on my hands, sticking my lower lip out like some naughty little boy who'd just been told off.
The music carried on, serving to relax me slightly and slow down my heartbeat, which up until now had still been hammering inside my ribcage like some wild, angry animal wanting nothing more than to escape. I finally managed to calm down a little, just enough to bring back my rational side and attempt to sort things through in my head. Okay, so I'd upset her by getting annoyed about the Aya situation, broken her coffee table, scared her half to death, told her about how I felt, and then fled her apartment like the big baby that I am before she even managed to express a reaction.
Hmm. I'm sure there's a perfectly logical Freudian explanation pertaining to why I should do such a thing. Or not. Anyway, granted, that was pretty damn stupid, but how about if I just bit the bullet and went back, told her I was sorry for running out on her, asked her how she felt, accepted her reaction, whether it was of the good or bad variety, and then saw how things went from there?
Or, I could hide at Bra's place for a while and then wait for her to come and find me. I mean, she'd have to, at some point, right? 'Cause after all, she still has my jacket. That realization made me shiver, an icy breeze was blowing through the square and I felt more than a little exposed in my thin t-shirt and faded jeans. Now, to think each option through carefully and rationally. Hey, you know, it wasn't actually too bad here by myself. I mean, I love being around people, it's what I'm used to, but sometimes, being alone is great too. Plus, it left me alone with my thoughts, however annoying and irrational they might have been. Yep. It was peaceful out here, I had to say, more to avoid thinking about more pressing matters than anything else. But it was nice...
"Trunks?"
I swear I jumped at least a foot into the air, nearly knocking over the little plastic table I was sitting at, my eyes going wide in surprise. The person who'd called my name giggled softly, and I turned around to be met with a pair of sparkling, amused green eyes.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" she said mockingly, but kept the smile on her face to show it was a joke. "You looked like some naughty little kid sitting there." She emulated my special, sexy, lower lip sticking out look, and I stood up from the table, embarrassed.
"Yeah, well, I was thinking."
"You know what I was thinking?" she asked, and I shook my head, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"I was thinking that I couldn't pass up this opportunity to see you again. Not after your satisfactory performance last time."
I couldn't help but smirk at this, and tilted my head to the side, flashing her a cocky smile.
"Satisfactory, eh? Never heard that one before. Although as I recall, you acted as if I was better than that at the time."
Which was true. As sex personalities go, Kate was one of the "O.M.G" types, as Goten and I used to call them. So called because they can usually be heard to moan "Oh my God!" over and over again during sex. I usually do get those types, though. Aya was different. She was a certified 'Type M' sex personality, a moaner. Which suited me just fine, because there's just something damned cool about hearing a girl breathing my name like that. My very first time was slightly different.
Back when I was seventeen, after finally charming (when you read 'charming' see also 'pleading') my way into Emma Greene's bedroom, I got a puzzled look, a raised eyebrow, and an "Oh, here, let me do it for you." For shame. Not exactly the best experience of my life, but, hey, I'm a fast learner, and figured out what I was doing wrong, and I soon went from inept to inspired. If nothing else, I can at least count on my under the sheets expertise to see me right.
"Well, I can't recall." Kate was saying. "But, if you're willing to issue a repeat performance, then maybe it'll jolt my memory."
"It'll jolt more than that." I murmured automatically, my inner sex flirt kicking in without my say so. Kate was grinning at me, and I studied her thoughtfully, pondering the pros and cons of any subsequent 'jolting' that was to be done. What exactly did I have to lose?
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A/N: Hmm, it took me a little longer than expected to write this chapter, 'cause I had so many ideas about where things should go now. But as I was writing about the wine bar, it got me to thinking about Kate, (remember what happened the last time Trunks was dragged into a wine bar?) and so this is the result. And with Kate, there has to come unnecessary lengthy paragraphs pondering Trunks' sexual orientation and actual sex life. She's a sort of trigger, if you will. ^^ Anyway, sorry for the long wait, and thanks for the number of reviews I got for that chapter! They all really made me smile. *hugs* Oops, almost forgot! *sends LL's flying monkeys back*
Aww, you know? I'm gonna miss those guys... ^_^
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Chapter 18: I'm Sure There's a Freudian Explanation...
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Moron! Idiot! Imbecile! Fool! Moronic, idiotic, imbecilic fool! And other derogatory terms used to describe an individual with an extremely low level of both common sense and just plain intelligence!
Dammit, mom and dad! Thanks so much for passing down your dominant short- tempered genes to me! It really helped me keep from saying something I'd regret. I hate myself. No, wait, I don't just hate myself. It's worse than that. I actually pity myself for my stupidity.
Jeez, my inner monologue even thinks I'm a dumbass.
I stopped running, looking around in a daze and swiping viciously at my annoying floppy hair that wouldn't stop getting into my eyes. Maybe I should ask Paresu to cut it for me? Ha, she'd most likely strangle me with the hairdryer flex if she knew how royally I'd just fucked up. Back to reality, moron boy.
Now, first off, where was I? I glanced around, and my eyes widened in surprise as I realised how far I'd run. I guess when you're a pathetic, idiotic coward you run pretty fast. I was in the town square, in front of some upmarket wine bar that had just opened. Soft, jazz style music floated out of the windows and calmed me a little, and I walked over to one of the tables outside and sat down, slamming my elbows onto the table as if that would somehow release some of my pent up anger, and resting my chin on my hands, sticking my lower lip out like some naughty little boy who'd just been told off.
The music carried on, serving to relax me slightly and slow down my heartbeat, which up until now had still been hammering inside my ribcage like some wild, angry animal wanting nothing more than to escape. I finally managed to calm down a little, just enough to bring back my rational side and attempt to sort things through in my head. Okay, so I'd upset her by getting annoyed about the Aya situation, broken her coffee table, scared her half to death, told her about how I felt, and then fled her apartment like the big baby that I am before she even managed to express a reaction.
Hmm. I'm sure there's a perfectly logical Freudian explanation pertaining to why I should do such a thing. Or not. Anyway, granted, that was pretty damn stupid, but how about if I just bit the bullet and went back, told her I was sorry for running out on her, asked her how she felt, accepted her reaction, whether it was of the good or bad variety, and then saw how things went from there?
Or, I could hide at Bra's place for a while and then wait for her to come and find me. I mean, she'd have to, at some point, right? 'Cause after all, she still has my jacket. That realization made me shiver, an icy breeze was blowing through the square and I felt more than a little exposed in my thin t-shirt and faded jeans. Now, to think each option through carefully and rationally. Hey, you know, it wasn't actually too bad here by myself. I mean, I love being around people, it's what I'm used to, but sometimes, being alone is great too. Plus, it left me alone with my thoughts, however annoying and irrational they might have been. Yep. It was peaceful out here, I had to say, more to avoid thinking about more pressing matters than anything else. But it was nice...
"Trunks?"
I swear I jumped at least a foot into the air, nearly knocking over the little plastic table I was sitting at, my eyes going wide in surprise. The person who'd called my name giggled softly, and I turned around to be met with a pair of sparkling, amused green eyes.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" she said mockingly, but kept the smile on her face to show it was a joke. "You looked like some naughty little kid sitting there." She emulated my special, sexy, lower lip sticking out look, and I stood up from the table, embarrassed.
"Yeah, well, I was thinking."
"You know what I was thinking?" she asked, and I shook my head, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"I was thinking that I couldn't pass up this opportunity to see you again. Not after your satisfactory performance last time."
I couldn't help but smirk at this, and tilted my head to the side, flashing her a cocky smile.
"Satisfactory, eh? Never heard that one before. Although as I recall, you acted as if I was better than that at the time."
Which was true. As sex personalities go, Kate was one of the "O.M.G" types, as Goten and I used to call them. So called because they can usually be heard to moan "Oh my God!" over and over again during sex. I usually do get those types, though. Aya was different. She was a certified 'Type M' sex personality, a moaner. Which suited me just fine, because there's just something damned cool about hearing a girl breathing my name like that. My very first time was slightly different.
Back when I was seventeen, after finally charming (when you read 'charming' see also 'pleading') my way into Emma Greene's bedroom, I got a puzzled look, a raised eyebrow, and an "Oh, here, let me do it for you." For shame. Not exactly the best experience of my life, but, hey, I'm a fast learner, and figured out what I was doing wrong, and I soon went from inept to inspired. If nothing else, I can at least count on my under the sheets expertise to see me right.
"Well, I can't recall." Kate was saying. "But, if you're willing to issue a repeat performance, then maybe it'll jolt my memory."
"It'll jolt more than that." I murmured automatically, my inner sex flirt kicking in without my say so. Kate was grinning at me, and I studied her thoughtfully, pondering the pros and cons of any subsequent 'jolting' that was to be done. What exactly did I have to lose?
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A/N: Hmm, it took me a little longer than expected to write this chapter, 'cause I had so many ideas about where things should go now. But as I was writing about the wine bar, it got me to thinking about Kate, (remember what happened the last time Trunks was dragged into a wine bar?) and so this is the result. And with Kate, there has to come unnecessary lengthy paragraphs pondering Trunks' sexual orientation and actual sex life. She's a sort of trigger, if you will. ^^ Anyway, sorry for the long wait, and thanks for the number of reviews I got for that chapter! They all really made me smile. *hugs* Oops, almost forgot! *sends LL's flying monkeys back*
Aww, you know? I'm gonna miss those guys... ^_^