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Rated -R- for language, violence, sexual content and mature themes.

Chapter Six
"Pan?" He asked, his voice quiet next to the loud buzz of the computer that was in her room. She turned to him, wondering how long he had been standing in her doorway, gave him that look, and then quickly shut off the application she had been working on.

"Yes?"

"I need someone to talk to."

That was when she noticed the slack in his normally impeccable appearance, his hair in disarray and stubborn adorning his normally smooth chin.

She turned completely around in her swivel computer chair, folding her knees up underneath her, Indian style, preparing for the conversation.

It had been like this for a while, even before Marron left on her little trip. He had come to her for advice in his relationship, she being the best friend and all, and she had given him what help she could, still trying to be a best friend and not betray Marron. It was practically a miracle that she did give him good advice, not crummy stuff, because, even though she still liked him, she had her own man and Marron was her best friend.

"Shoot."

"Well, you see, Panny, Marron and I have been fighting a lot recently...."

"So I heard."

"And, it's like this: She has the most retarded principles. She believes that people only get sick because they lose faith in themselves, and that, if you really want to, you can just think yourself better. This is like hedonistic stuff, Panny!"

"Trunks... You know I don't do that religion thing..."

"I know, Panny, but you just don't get it. It's odd. I mean, I tried to explain that to her, kindly and everything, but she just goes off all creepy like on me. She has spasms about it, for crying out loud!"

"But if she turned around and told you that you were a crack pot for your beliefs, then what would you do?"

"I wouldn't have a cow!"

"...Trunks, listen to me, you and Marron need to talk this out. Speaking to me about it doesn't help."

Silence reigned for a couple of seconds. Pan could see the desperation in his eyes, the complete sadness at the mention of her blond friend.

"Did she tell you that she up and decided to leave on our eight month anniversary? Just decided? Like that?"

"...no... But what does that prove?"

"Panny, is she gonna leave me?" The tears were already welling up in his eyes, and the other girl watched helplessly. What could she say? Marron had said she'd think about it. "Panny, please, just tell me..." Marron already knew Trunks would come crawling back to her. There was no doubt. And then here he was, in front of her, asking her whether his girlfriend would stay with him. "I didn't mean what I said about us breaking up, Panny. I want to stay with her for forever." He probably would get her a nice fancy gift when she comes back, and Marron, selfish as she is, would take it and then stay with him for a while longer, until she could stand it no more. "What should I do, Panny?" He was hopelessly in love with someone who really didn't love him back. What should she say to him?

"I'm sure she understands, Trunks. You just wait. When she gets back, she'll be back to normal, and ya'll will be like brand new. Just you wait." She reassured him, feeling so sorry for the poor bloke, not understanding why she didn't tell him the truth.

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so." Pan flashed him a dazzling smile, hiding her own unease. Trunks jumped from his seat on her bed to wrap her in a big hug. Fire lit in her cheeks as a blush raced across them.

"Let's go get lunch, my treat."

Munching on noodles, she stared at her blond friend, wondering exactly why she hadn't said anything all through out their lunch date. She had finally gotten back from her trip, about a week late, and so far as Pan knew, Trunks was still waiting to hear from her.

She, however, needed to inform Marron that she had finally broken up with the dud "What's his face" as the other woman had dubbed him.

Pan looked up, her ebony eyes meeting the bright blue that had been staring at her for a while now. She slurped her noodles up, gulping them down quickly. "Yes?"

"We broke up," she said, almost in a state of shock.

"What?!"

"We broke up," she repeated.

"Yes, Marron, I got that. Why though?"

"I just got so angry, and well, you know. He got all pissed off, and so I basically told him to fuck off... and it went from there. He called back later and said he was sorry, but I told him I wasn't. Am I a bad person, Pan?"

"No, Marron," she reassured her, "You aren't. Just, I think you should call him up and apologize yourself and offer to try and be friends. It will be worth the effort, and who knows," she winked at her, "You might get back together!"

"I don't want to get back together, Pan. I'm tired of him. I just want to be friends, if he'll allow me."

"I'm sure he will. Now, please, can I finish my noodles?"

"Whatever, you insensitive terd!" Marron laughed at her, flinging the rice clinging to her spoon at Pan, hitting her in the middle of the forehead.

"What was that for?!"

"I just don't know," Marron said innocently, returning to eating her meal, "I just don't know."

Author's Note: I should update with a much more rapid pace, I hope, seeing how it is summer and I have finished all my AP Assignments for the summer. Why do advanced classes give you summer work?! It's awful!