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Trunks stepped into his apartment, taking a wiff of the smell. "Yuck!!! Why does it smell like dog shit?"
Then he remembered something, the dog. What was the name, uhhhh.......Oh yeah! Boxer! How could he have forgotten? Oh well, he wandered around the house, calling the dog's name, but she didn't come. He stepped around a puddle of pee and continued.
After having searched his whole house and having not found any trace, he gave up and called up a maid's service, to come clean up the dog's mess. Trunks was nowhere near concerned about the dog, he hadn't known it for more than a day or so. He plumped down on to the couch and flicked on the the t.v. News? Or I could watch the Boxing Championships. Decisions, descisions. Mind made up, Trunks changed the channel to the news. Atleast this way I can see what rubbish is being made up about me. He thought to himself as the news lady was saying, "Now over to the President of Capsule Corp. with Bob Dole."
"Thank you, Kathy." He said, turning to face his screen. "Today, the President was released from the hospital. People say they saw him fly out of the window," Trunks gave a shocked expression as he saw the large crowd of people surrounding the hospital. "We brought in one of the President's exstactic fans, Lucy Mardrel." He turned towards a young woman of about 25 with long brown curls, "Now, Lucy. Would you please....."
Trunks shut off the t.v. and walked towards the kitchen, a little stunned that all those people were waiting for him to be released; and the fact that they had seen him fly out. He pulled out two pieces of bread and began to fling things from his fridge on to them. When he had finished, he placed the other piece of bread on top and shoved the sandwhich in to his mouth. He walked from the kitchen, sandwhich halfway in his mouth, and headed blindly up the stairs to his room, thinking, his features turning slightly grim.
How should I confront Pan about her and Liam? When I am gonna meet her, and how? Maybe we'll accidently run in to eachother again. Oh well, who cares? She probably doesn't even care about me, she probably spends her time focusing on Liam and how hot he is, yeah that's it. He ended his thoughts as he plummeted on to his bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling, thinking of nothing.
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Pan turned from her sandwhich to look at the television. Liam acted like he was married to her, always ordering her around, acting like this is his house. He even kissed me! Luckily Trunks wasn't awake, he would ahve been furious, but knowing him, he wouldn't have shown it, but instead pretended to be asleep. Woah! How could I have learned so much about Trunks in so little time? Oh well, I think Liam is gonna take me over to his house on........ Friday...... wait..... tomorrow. Woohoo!!!! I hope he's home. She thought, taking a bite from the sandwhich.
She finished her sandwhich and turned to leave the room, but was stopped by an arm. Looking up, she saw Liam. He gave her a questioning look. What was he trying to say?
"What?"
"Your Prince is out."
"Good, he oughta be home tomorrow then."
"Oh, you wanted to wait until tomorrow? I was figuring we could go today."
"Really?"
"Yeah, go get dressed and we can leave."
"Okay." She said, gleefully as she hugged Liam and then ran off.
5 minutes later, Pan was situated comfortably in the passenger's seat of her car across from Liam. She watched anxiously as Liam started the car and began to drive down the quiet streets towards Trunks' apartment, unaware of the fight soon to happen.
As the house came into sight, she jumped from the moving car and ran towards the front door. Liam laughed at her, but continued to drive up and park nearby, then follow her to the door. She had rung the bell and was merely awaiting the door to be opened and her to be wrapped into a huge hug, but she merely recieved a startled look from the man at the door. He did not even bother to try and hug her after having seemingly gotten over his shock, but seemed to have enough kindness to usher the two in to the house. Pan wanted to cry, tears were being stopped by uncertainty, she couldn't be mad at him, it wasn't like he had to hug her every time they saw eachother. She looked around at the tidy house, he must have called in another made, she thought.
"Hi." He mumbled.
"Hi." She repeated. "How are you?"
"Fine." He said in what appeared to be an unwilling voice. "You?"
"Good. Liam has allowed me to come see you, but he says we have to be in sight of him at all times." She said, more cheerily.
"That's nice, but are you sure you even want to see me?"
"What do you mean?" Her face twisting in to an even more confused look. "Of course I want to see you! How could you even question me?"
Pan's face was changing from confused to angry. He stared at her as if she was an ignorant child, not able to see the plainest thing.
"What, you don't remeber kissing Liam in the hospital, right in front of my face? Or did that part slip your mind when you were savoring my lips?"
"What? I would never do such a thing! Liam........ he ........ I don't care! Seeing as to how much trust you have in me, I don't think I want to see you again!"
"Good, because I don't want to ever see you, you stupid girl!"
"Girl? You act as if I'm a child!"
"You are! And you're being a whore!"
"I am not! Liam, I want to go!"
"Good, because i was about to kick you out!"
Liam sat there staring the whole time, realizing what his kiss ahd done. By getting what he wanted, he had ruined what Pan had wanted. Then, as he saw Pan stomp out of the house past him, he gave a nod to Trunks and followed.
Sitting in the car, Pan did not cry, but instead stared angrily at the road as it passed under the car's wheels. Liam payed as much attention to Pan as he could, without talking to her and without crashing the car. They soon arribed at the house in a dreary silence and unloaded, Pan headed straight to her room and Liam to the living room.
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Trunks walked idly up to his room and layed down on his bed once more, but the tears he wanted to cry, didn't come. He looked over to his mirror, staring at the face looking back at him. It wasn't him, well it was, but it wasn't. He hadn't acted like himself just then and now he was regretting it. Now, instead of wondering how he was going to confront him, he was wondering how he was going to make it up to her. Maybe if he hired a stalker dude and got him to follow Pan around and find out when she would be going out to dinner again, then he could accidently run into her and appologize? Good idea, he told himself. Trunks shut his eyes and dropped to sleep instantly.
He arose to a blackened room, lit slightly by a light protruding in through a crack in a door. Looking to the side at a small digital clock, flashing 12:30 a.m. His muscles creaked as he slung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The light got brighter when he opened the door and started to walk down the stairs, his stomache grumbling louder and louder.
Opening the fridge, he realized he had little food left. Better make the best of it. He thought, grabbing at a bottle of beer and some cereal, he turned to the counter and layed the stuff on the table. He pulled down a bowl and began to pour in the cereal and then the beer. It's sad what I have been reduced to. Tunks shoved a bite of softened cereal in his mouth. Hey, this isn't half bad. Yum, he thought, his mood lightening slightly.
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A/N: Hi! Anyways, here's a new chapter, it's kinda short, but yeah. So, I would greatly appreciate it if you all would please leave a couple of reviews, go read some of my other stories, review them. Never mind, that's asking too much. Please review! Thanks!
Forgotten Beauty
Disclaimer: I'd be happy! P.S. This goes for the last chapter, too. Seeing as to how I didn't put one.
Trunks stepped into his apartment, taking a wiff of the smell. "Yuck!!! Why does it smell like dog shit?"
Then he remembered something, the dog. What was the name, uhhhh.......Oh yeah! Boxer! How could he have forgotten? Oh well, he wandered around the house, calling the dog's name, but she didn't come. He stepped around a puddle of pee and continued.
After having searched his whole house and having not found any trace, he gave up and called up a maid's service, to come clean up the dog's mess. Trunks was nowhere near concerned about the dog, he hadn't known it for more than a day or so. He plumped down on to the couch and flicked on the the t.v. News? Or I could watch the Boxing Championships. Decisions, descisions. Mind made up, Trunks changed the channel to the news. Atleast this way I can see what rubbish is being made up about me. He thought to himself as the news lady was saying, "Now over to the President of Capsule Corp. with Bob Dole."
"Thank you, Kathy." He said, turning to face his screen. "Today, the President was released from the hospital. People say they saw him fly out of the window," Trunks gave a shocked expression as he saw the large crowd of people surrounding the hospital. "We brought in one of the President's exstactic fans, Lucy Mardrel." He turned towards a young woman of about 25 with long brown curls, "Now, Lucy. Would you please....."
Trunks shut off the t.v. and walked towards the kitchen, a little stunned that all those people were waiting for him to be released; and the fact that they had seen him fly out. He pulled out two pieces of bread and began to fling things from his fridge on to them. When he had finished, he placed the other piece of bread on top and shoved the sandwhich in to his mouth. He walked from the kitchen, sandwhich halfway in his mouth, and headed blindly up the stairs to his room, thinking, his features turning slightly grim.
How should I confront Pan about her and Liam? When I am gonna meet her, and how? Maybe we'll accidently run in to eachother again. Oh well, who cares? She probably doesn't even care about me, she probably spends her time focusing on Liam and how hot he is, yeah that's it. He ended his thoughts as he plummeted on to his bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling, thinking of nothing.
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Pan turned from her sandwhich to look at the television. Liam acted like he was married to her, always ordering her around, acting like this is his house. He even kissed me! Luckily Trunks wasn't awake, he would ahve been furious, but knowing him, he wouldn't have shown it, but instead pretended to be asleep. Woah! How could I have learned so much about Trunks in so little time? Oh well, I think Liam is gonna take me over to his house on........ Friday...... wait..... tomorrow. Woohoo!!!! I hope he's home. She thought, taking a bite from the sandwhich.
She finished her sandwhich and turned to leave the room, but was stopped by an arm. Looking up, she saw Liam. He gave her a questioning look. What was he trying to say?
"What?"
"Your Prince is out."
"Good, he oughta be home tomorrow then."
"Oh, you wanted to wait until tomorrow? I was figuring we could go today."
"Really?"
"Yeah, go get dressed and we can leave."
"Okay." She said, gleefully as she hugged Liam and then ran off.
5 minutes later, Pan was situated comfortably in the passenger's seat of her car across from Liam. She watched anxiously as Liam started the car and began to drive down the quiet streets towards Trunks' apartment, unaware of the fight soon to happen.
As the house came into sight, she jumped from the moving car and ran towards the front door. Liam laughed at her, but continued to drive up and park nearby, then follow her to the door. She had rung the bell and was merely awaiting the door to be opened and her to be wrapped into a huge hug, but she merely recieved a startled look from the man at the door. He did not even bother to try and hug her after having seemingly gotten over his shock, but seemed to have enough kindness to usher the two in to the house. Pan wanted to cry, tears were being stopped by uncertainty, she couldn't be mad at him, it wasn't like he had to hug her every time they saw eachother. She looked around at the tidy house, he must have called in another made, she thought.
"Hi." He mumbled.
"Hi." She repeated. "How are you?"
"Fine." He said in what appeared to be an unwilling voice. "You?"
"Good. Liam has allowed me to come see you, but he says we have to be in sight of him at all times." She said, more cheerily.
"That's nice, but are you sure you even want to see me?"
"What do you mean?" Her face twisting in to an even more confused look. "Of course I want to see you! How could you even question me?"
Pan's face was changing from confused to angry. He stared at her as if she was an ignorant child, not able to see the plainest thing.
"What, you don't remeber kissing Liam in the hospital, right in front of my face? Or did that part slip your mind when you were savoring my lips?"
"What? I would never do such a thing! Liam........ he ........ I don't care! Seeing as to how much trust you have in me, I don't think I want to see you again!"
"Good, because I don't want to ever see you, you stupid girl!"
"Girl? You act as if I'm a child!"
"You are! And you're being a whore!"
"I am not! Liam, I want to go!"
"Good, because i was about to kick you out!"
Liam sat there staring the whole time, realizing what his kiss ahd done. By getting what he wanted, he had ruined what Pan had wanted. Then, as he saw Pan stomp out of the house past him, he gave a nod to Trunks and followed.
Sitting in the car, Pan did not cry, but instead stared angrily at the road as it passed under the car's wheels. Liam payed as much attention to Pan as he could, without talking to her and without crashing the car. They soon arribed at the house in a dreary silence and unloaded, Pan headed straight to her room and Liam to the living room.
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Trunks walked idly up to his room and layed down on his bed once more, but the tears he wanted to cry, didn't come. He looked over to his mirror, staring at the face looking back at him. It wasn't him, well it was, but it wasn't. He hadn't acted like himself just then and now he was regretting it. Now, instead of wondering how he was going to confront him, he was wondering how he was going to make it up to her. Maybe if he hired a stalker dude and got him to follow Pan around and find out when she would be going out to dinner again, then he could accidently run into her and appologize? Good idea, he told himself. Trunks shut his eyes and dropped to sleep instantly.
He arose to a blackened room, lit slightly by a light protruding in through a crack in a door. Looking to the side at a small digital clock, flashing 12:30 a.m. His muscles creaked as he slung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The light got brighter when he opened the door and started to walk down the stairs, his stomache grumbling louder and louder.
Opening the fridge, he realized he had little food left. Better make the best of it. He thought, grabbing at a bottle of beer and some cereal, he turned to the counter and layed the stuff on the table. He pulled down a bowl and began to pour in the cereal and then the beer. It's sad what I have been reduced to. Tunks shoved a bite of softened cereal in his mouth. Hey, this isn't half bad. Yum, he thought, his mood lightening slightly.
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A/N: Hi! Anyways, here's a new chapter, it's kinda short, but yeah. So, I would greatly appreciate it if you all would please leave a couple of reviews, go read some of my other stories, review them. Never mind, that's asking too much. Please review! Thanks!
Forgotten Beauty