Wow, less than a week and it's already out. I guess I'm on a roll. Really funny, too, since this is the week before finals of the winter quarter at OSU. I should be studying, not writing, lol. I don't care, this story comes first.
AN1: Keep guessing, Rush. Just keep guessing.
AN2: Game……. Blouses…… (cookie for whoever knows where that is from, lol)
AN3: Same as last time: Check out Never Say Never by Witchyprincess, Just a Kiss by Sarah aka Vega. They're good. Also, everyone Email Witchyprincess and tell her to keep writing on Never Say Never! She hasn't written on it in three months!
AN4: I remember one time, in eighth grade, Rush Williams and I put Kublai Khan as our answers on our math homework. It was sweet.
DISCLAIMER: "Just say, say you will follow me. Invite me to your memory." – AFI, SynesthesiaGoo Goo Dolls, Iris
Sweet Dreams: Chapter 8 – Taking Drinks
Britta and Fender walked down the beach, gazing out over the moonlit Pacific and slightly smiling. Britta had taken off her sandals and was now carrying them in her right hand, while Fender switched his gaze from the waxing gibbous moon to his smaller friend.
"So what's this talk about taking risks?" Fender asked. It was an odd sound in an environment full of sounds, though. Aside from the small crashing of waves and the laughter of inebriated people behind them, it was the only thing that sounded like it didn't belong there. Britta's stomach tied into a knot.
The alcohol had definitely given her the courage to mention the whole taking risks thing, but she hadn't exactly planned out what she wanted to say. The worrying she did in the few steps that her and Fender took down the beach was enough for a buzz kill, and now she was having second thoughts on what she wanted to do. Her thoughts were disturbed by Fender's arm snaking around her shoulder.
"Hey," he asked softly, "You okay?" Britta looked up at him, eyes open widely. She felt scared all of a sudden, like she was doing something extremely risky.
Haha, Britta thought as she peered up at the concerned boy, I'm eating my own words right now. All that talk about taking risks, and now I'm afraid to do it myself.
She nodded slightly as Fender pulled her closer. Britta slid her arm around Fender's waist. Little by little, she wasn't feeling so afraid. She started to feel like she belonged like this; that it was right, per se.
"What is the biggest risk you've ever taken?" Britta asked, suddenly. Fender looked down at her for a moment, and then changed his glance to the deep blue Pacific, thinking about his past.
"Biggest risk, huh?" He asked, "Do you mean overall in life, or moreso relationship wise?" Britta grinned.
"Relationship wise," she almost whispered. Fender laughed suddenly, creating quite the ruckus in the now silent area they were in. Neither of them noticed they had walked far enough to no longer see the party.
"Kind of funny, actually," Fender started, plopping down on the beach, "It all started when I was painting my new friends' house…"
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Goten ran for the door. He knew he was much faster than Bra, and that if he got outside and far enough away to take flight, he could outrun her anywhere. But the tears blinded him as he ran, and he bumped into many drunk students.
Bra wasn't far behind, and the guilt was apparent in her face. She plowed through stumbling people to try to close distance on her retreating bestfriend. She knew that Goten was having a tough time getting where he wanted to go, so that pushed her on. She needed to explain what happened.
Goten reached the glass sliding door, and without even thinking about it, he tossed a ki blast straight at it, shattering and melting it on contact. One step on the deck and he was in the air, racing towards the moon. He then realized he only had one shoe on, yet had no idea where it went.
Down on the deck, Bra held one shoe in her hand. She dropped to her knees, weeping slightly.
Why did I have to let him kiss me, she thought, Why, oh god, why…
Several students stared at the beautiful girl as she sat, huddled up in a ball, crying her eyes out. The man she had been kissing poked his head out of the hole in the glass. He slowly strolled out of the doorway and rubbed the girl's back, consoling her. She looked up from her tears to see if it was Goten, but it definitely was not. Bra's eyes turned a fiery cerulean as she looked at the man.
"Get… away from me…" She spoke coldly, "Because you kissed me, you caused my bestfriend's life to shatter. And it feels like mine is shattering too. Just get away from me." The man looked at her.
"It seems like you liked it," He said, grinning, "You didn't complain when I did it." Bra stood up, her hair in her eyes and her eyes glowing a deep blue.
"Get out of here, you bastard," Bra said coldly, "Before I get pissed." The guy laughed, causing Bra to snap her eyes open. Flashing green, she immediately punched the guy through the hole that Goten had caused. He hit the wall and slumped into a ball on the floor. Students all around still hadn't figured out what the hell was happening, with yellow energy blasts, flying kids, and girls kicking guys' asses. It was quite the odd party, but everyone went back to their beers.
With that, Bra took off into the air, as well. Students watched in awe at the sky where Bra disappeared into. In the vastness of black in which the stars sat, a bright yellow flash, almost like a super nova, lit up the sky for a brief second.
Vegeta, from across the Pacific, smiled.
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Goten flew about a hundred miles before he calmed down enough to start flying back. He noticed Bra's ki was about two hundred miles in the opposite direction, telling him that she took off in the opposite direction. He also noted how high it was, causing him some concern. But for some odd reason, the pain he was feeling tonight overwhelmed that concern, so he thought nothing of it.
Goten decided he was fit enough to fly slowly back to the party, especially since Bra was not there now.
She went the other way, he thought, flying back towards the beach, she didn't even come after me. I don't know what hurts more: the fact that she was kissing that dude, or the fact that she didn't even come after me. Goten's face dropped as clear saline tears dripped off of his chin and onto the Pacific below. Out of no where, Goten chuckled to himself.
I remember reading somewhere that it was never okay for a guy to cry, unless someone dies, he thought, I guess I still fit into that category. I feel like I'm dead.
Goten reached the beach and noticed he was about twelve hundred yards away from the house. Figuring it would take longer, giving him more time to think, Goten decided to walk the rest of the way.
After a few hundred yards, he noticed a couple sitting on the beach, watching the moon rise overhead towards an early death on the horizon. As he inched closer, he noticed it was none other than Britta and Fender.
He noticed that they had their arms around each other, and both were smiling contently. The sight of them together should have made him happy, but he had since reverted to his past attitude towards love; it wasn't for him. He felt depressed that Bra did what she did, mad that he didn't have her, sad for himself, and hurt that his life is one continuous repetition.
Goten didn't even bother to be quiet as he trudged past the two. He still didn't want to disturb them, but he just couldn't be happy for them at the moment. He shouldn't have been, but he was being quite the asshole.
At this moment, the two reclining on the beach noticed the furrowed-brow Goten sulking by. Britta was the first to call him over.
"Goten!" she yelled, "Get over here! Where's Bra?" Goten stopped and slowly turned towards the girl. His eyes were like steel, yet at the same time possessed this insane sense of hurt. Britta knew right away something was wrong. Fender, however, did not.
"Goten dude," Fender said, "Let's get celebrating! We have great news!" Britta immediately tackled him to shut him up. Goten looked at the two and shook his head before turning away. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards the house.
After a few minutes, Goten reached his house. The same house that she shared with the one woman he couldn't live without. He had realized it when he was watching her on the beach. No, he had realized it the first time he called her. The first time they had become friends. Somewhere, deep in his heart, he knew he loved this girl. He knew that he had to have her.
But from the look of that guy kissing her, it wasn't to be.
Goten trudged up the porch, not giving any notice to the party raging around him. He strolled into the kitchen and reached for a fifth of 151. He walked back outside and flew up to the roof. He sat down and stared into the moon. Even so often he took a few sips of the liquor.
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Bra's hair turned gold and her eyes turned green. Her aura raged around her as she clutched the shoe in her arms. Her furious mind thought back to the event that led up to all of this pain. All of this pain that caused her to change. She couldn't help but grin a little when she thought of how her father must be taking this. She knew he knew.
I knew I shouldn't have talked to him, Bra thought as she recalled the events that transpired in the kitchen.
~FLASHBACK~
"Hey there!" a male's voice called out to Bra, "Excuse me, you live here, right?" Bra turned to see an attractive male about her age giving her a cute grin.
"Yeah," Bra said, smiling back, "I live here. What do you need?" The guy strolled up to her and grinned some more. He put his hand on the small of her back and rubbed slightly.
"My name is Rush," he said, "Rush Williams. You're Bra, right?" He smiled as the girl nodded.
"Yep," she replied, "that's me! Now, what do you need?" Bra diverted her attention quickly around the room looking for Goten, but he was not there.
"Do you have anymore cups?" Rush asked, "They're all out over by the keg." Bra nodded and pointed towards the kitchen.
"Can you show me?" Rush asked, rubbing Bra's back even more. Bra hesitated a bit, looking around once more to see if Goten was there, but he wasn't.
"Sure," Bra said, strolling into the kitchen with Rush following behind. She quickly grabbed the stack of red plastic cups and turned around to hand them to Rush, but she was met by someone capturing her lips in a kiss. It was Rush.
Bra was backed against the counter and she couldn't move. Rush was putting his weight onto her and had his arms wrapped around her. Anyone who walked in would have thought that she was enjoying this. She definitely wasn't.
"Get off," she tried to yell through the kiss, but all that came out was a mumble. She realized she could use her strength to get the kid off of her, but she honestly didn't feel like hurting anyone tonight. But Bra spoke too soon.
She heard the stool fall over, and saw the pain in his face. She noted how wet his eyes became in a matter of seconds, and the horrified expression he wore from head to toe. He ran. He ran from it like he used to in high school.
Bra yelled out to him, but he still ran. She gave chase, but only came up with a shoe instead. Now he was flying somewhere over the Pacific.
~END FLASHBACK~
Bra dropped from the sky. She slowed herself as she neared the beach and landed softly on it. Her eyes returned to her normal royal blue color and her turquoise hair reverted from its golden shade it had a few minutes ago. Catching her breath from the past experience, Bra lifted off again and flew towards the house.
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Goten looked at his bottle, which was about a quarter of the way gone, and he was definitely feeling it. He decided to have a rest and dropped back down to the party. He walked towards the bathroom to break the seal, only to find a line. A cute blonde girl started chatting with him.
"Hey there, cutie!" she said, "My name is Christina! How are you?" Goten smiled for the first time since he saw Bra kissing that kid. He continued his conversation.
"I could be better. My name's Goten," He said, and soon they forgot about the bathroom.
Bra made her way up the steps of the deck, walking into the house. She needed to explain to Goten. She needed to tell him what happened. He probably wouldn't believe her, but she needed to explain. She still needed to take her risk.
She searched the room for him and noticed him walking up the stairs. With a blonde girl. The two reached the top of the stairs and turned down the hall. Bra couldn't see them anymore.
She quickly flew up the stairs and around the corner. There was the girl hugging Goten. He had his back to Bra, but she could hear every word that he was saying.
"Let's go in the room," Christina purred, "I know how to make you feel better, Goten." Goten, being a little drunk, didn't know what to do.
"I dunno if I should," he said, "I really shou—" He didn't get the last part out, for Christina had unzipped his pants. She tried to reach inside, but a strong hand stopped her.
"No," Goten said, "I belong to someone else. I can't do anything with you. It was great talking to you, Christina, but you're going to have to find another guy." And with that, Goten pushed open the door of the nearest room, opened the window, and took his position on the roof again.
Bra smiled and backed away, down the stairs.
Well I'm glad Goten wasn't like me, Bra thought, I think I really fucked things up.
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Britta and Fender walked into the house, looking for either Bra or Goten. Goten was no where in sight, but Britta spotted Bra walking down the stairs. She quickly made her way over to her.'
"What happened?!" Britta simply asked. Bra motioned outside to the two, and they both nodded, leading the way.
"He saw me kissing another guy," Bra said. Both Britta and Fender looked at each other.
"Did you mean it?" Britta asked. Bra shook her head 'no.' Fender looked at her in the eye.
"Then what the hell happened?" He asked. Bra's eyes welled up.
"This guy named Rush sort of forced the kiss on me, and Goten strolled in at the wrong moment. He saw us, and I tried to chase after him, but I couldn't catch him." A tear escaped from her eyes.
Britta rubbed Bra's back and looked at Fender.
"Go find him," Britta said, "He's probably in a lot of pain." Fender nodded and gave a quick kiss to Britta before running into the house.
"I'm glad to see two people are happy tonight," Bra chuckled through her tears. Britta laughed, too.
Fender knew exactly where Goten was. On the roof, of course. He remembered that Goten had found a doorway in the attic that leads right outside, and they went up there one night after painting to have a few beers.
Fender opened up the stairway to the attic and thumped up. After being scared by shadows on the wall, he ran to the door and busted it open. He nearly screamed at what he saw.
There lay Goten, face down on the roof, an empty bottle of Bacardi 151 next to him. Goten wasn't moving.
End Chapter 8
Yeah, another cliffhanger. Rush tried to guess who was kissing Bra. I hadn't actually picked that yet before I wrote this, so who else than to pick my buddy Rush for the part? Hahaha he actually thought Fender was the one. Now review!
