There is always 'Hope'

Chapter 3 Growing Emotions.

It was weird though; he couldn't wait 'till morning to get himself some break feast. It had just become his favorite meal of the day as of that other day he went to fleur-de-lis cerise. Not that he needed to see her but more like wanted to see her; wanted to talk to her and have her make him laugh like she had previously.

He spent all night thinking about…stuff. Tossing and turning in his bed he couldn't seem to find a comfortable position to sleep in. First he was burning inside then unpleasantly cold. He took off his shirt and slipped it back on several times; he did the exact thing with his sweat pants until he just gave up and just laid naked on his bed, well not necessarily naked but just with his silky boxers on, which wasn't much. Why was he feeling like this? It was only once he had seen her. So maybe was there really was a reality to the saying love at first sight.

Whatever it was he couldn't take it. Probably it was just that he was in deep need of a friend who'd he'd be able to talk with whenever he felt like chatting. It was funny though, how he made fun of himself for obtaining bad breath for in no way opening his mouth only when eating.

"God, why is it so hot in here…" He questioned himself once again as he threw the sheets onto the floor next to the previous thrown pile of sheets.

After a long while of unanswered questions he finally decided to take a long shower, an extremely long shower until it was to be morning.

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"Such a beautiful day. The sun is shinning, the birds are chirping…" She sighed softly before closing her curtains shut.

"….and I have to spend my whole day at work. Just perfect. That Hojo person just had to quit." She pranced all over her room trying to find her uniform. She wasn't one of the cleanest person you would ever meet but she wasn't also a slob, it was referred to as slothful. She searched from pile to pile until she found what she was hoping not to come across from. Picking up the crumpled clothing she threw it on top of her bed whishing stupidly that it'd unwrinkled itself by the time she was out of the shower.

"Aww, this water feels so good…" She squealed as she rinsed the strawberry scented shampoo out of her hair.

It was peculiar how she loved her way of life but then at the same time despised it. Sure, she was happy living her lonesome life in this new town in which she didn't know anyone but it didn't make much of a difference since the last place she lived in was just about the same. No friends and lonely days and nights. Her foul mouth didn't help her either. Whatever it was that was on her mind immediately spit itself out of her lips and it was never anything noble. Criticizing people was mainly what she always did and having this I-don't-care attitude was her motto. If it didn't trouble her then why bother. Yet, beneath that entire cold surface was the warmth of a young woman striving for affection from something…or someone.

Minutes later after finally deciding to iron her attire she quickly slipped it on and gathered her hair in a messy bun. She got a hold of her keys and locked the door on her way out.

"Why do I put up with this??" She placed her hands in the pockets of her coat while staring down at the ground gazing at the many shoes walking besides hers.

Life isn't that great when the person living it has no sense of adventure. Dia wasn't that all amused when it came to having a good time. People she had never heard off mostly referred her as the party pooper. It was pretty weird how she easily became popular amongst the crowds and still, she knew no one. Except that Toran personage. Or was it Trunks. It really didn't matter. It wasn't like she was going to see him ever again. She probably scared him off that other day at the restaurant with her direct approaches.

"It's about time you got here! What took you so long??"

"Oh shut it! I'm not in the mood."

"Heh, when are you in the mood?? Now c'mon you got customers waiting for their entertainment."

Her bos rarely missed a day on picking on her. Why her anyway? There so many employers there he could pick on and criticize, the ones she has anyway.

"As you wish BOS."

And just like she has for the past weeks she began with her sarcasms and finished off with her annoying Spanish offensive language.

"Yo voy a mi break!" Waving her hand in the air she waved goodbye to her bos. He shook his head at her for having taken off to her break half an hour earlier. He just couldn't argue with her, he knew her too well and he knew very well she was just putting on an act to cover all that pain she was concealing inside. It was too obvious. Well, for him it was.

"Oh Diana. What am I going to do with you?" He resumed his cleaning and drifted off to attend a client whom was angry for never receiving any attention.

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"Being that the bos loves me so much, and since he promised me that he would never give me a raise I don't see why I should work over time. Hell with it I'm taking the rest of the day off." She nodded at her final decision and walked through the park hoping to amuse herself on a swing or just think away on a bench.

Late afternoon she watched the children play on the sand. Frowned when she saw one or two scrape their knee when falling on the concrete after playing hide-n-seek. It was a beautiful scenery. Like in those high spirit movies where you saw the perfect family. The mothers swinging their kids in the swings or waiting for them at the bottom of the slide. The sun was setting and she hadn't realized it. Everyone in the park was leaving except for the teenage kids who stayed late at night to hang out with their buddies or make out with their girlfriends of boyfriends.

Dia remembered when she was young, not that she was old, but how it felt to think that you knew everything and that everything you said was the right thing. How wrong you supposed your parents were or how-

"Diana?"

She turned at the soft whisper of his voice mentioning her name.

"Toran, right?"

He'd never met anyone with such a short-term memory and making it look so cute.

"No, Trunks. But I guess you can call me that. I don't mind."

She laughed at his comment as she patted the cold, empty space besides her beckoning him to sit at her side. As he did she smiled blissfully and yawned barely realizing how late it had become.

It was silent for a moment until Trunks sneezed from the freezing air blowing. She examined him carefully as if trying to find something she was in search of. And smiled once more thinking how sweet he looked just sitting there next to her and shaking either by nervousness of bitterness.

"Cold?" She asked him crossing her leg over the other and bouncing her foot playfully. Her hands still imprisoned in her pockets fiddling with whatever it was that she had in there.

"No, I'm good." He lied trying to scoot closer to her for the reason that he was trying to keep warm and just have her close to him. Hoping she wouldn't notice he placed his arm behind her settling it on the bench letting it hang loose there as he slouched a bit as if striving to become comfortable.

"You know Trunks…" Not once did she take her gaze from the view in front of her. Whether it had seemed a bit or longer it was already nighttime. The streetlamps lit up and all around you could see people urging themselves to the warmth of their homes. He nodded and waited for her to continue.

"..Have you ever felt like you don't belong. Like you're living in a nightmare or a very falsely dream that you just want to wake up from but just couldn't. That you know that out there someone is waiting for you but they don't even know you exist, they just sit and wait until you arrive…."

Trunks looked at her a bit perplexed. He had no clue whatsoever of what she meant by that but somehow he could feel what she was talking about.

She allowed a small chuckle escaper her lips as she turned to him and laughed some more as she saw the puzzled look on his face

"Forget what I said. I don't mean anything. I just-"

"And that everything that you ever thought was right isn't. That things aren't real anymore and when they are they slip away from you…."

Something just clicked in his head. The way her eyes found his blue ones and softened from their cold stare made everything feel like it was okay. He removed his arm from its place behind her and scooted nearer her, hip pressed against hip. She was speechless at him, was he going to kiss her? She sure wouldn't have mind though but it's like kissing a stranger since she knew nothing about him.

He himself wasn't certain what he was going to do or what was causing him to do this. Was he really willing on kissing her to be convinced that he really was developing these feelings for this beauty?

He decided not to take any action just yet instead just spoke tenderly. "..But once you grasp what you always wanted you know you are not prepared to let it slip away...am I right??" Then he kissed her.

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D-Chan.

^_^. I guess it's an okay chapter. I've been in Spring Break and well…I haven't been home much so I haven't had much time to update any of my stories. Sorry if you were waiting for this update and it wasn't worth it. U.U. It's just that a lot things have been going on and well you know how life is.. Hope you all review. I would really appreciate it. Got any comments, please do tell.