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Disclaimer- no no no no no no no no no
wouldn't it be funny if I spelled 'no' wrong? I mean, a two letter word...
OO I DON'T OWN ANYTHING?!?!?!
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Trunks stood at the kitchen counter, watching Pan run her small finger in circles on the tabletop. She reached for a can of coke she had gotten earlier. The room had been silent for quite some time, now. Trunks stared at the timer. 'Why is it taking so long?'
Pan took a drink of her coke, when an odd smell caused her to wiggle her nose. She closed her eyes and spit her cola out. Conveniantly, on Trunks.
He stood, looking annoyed. "Just what I love. Regurgatated coke."
'I don't think she puked it back up.'
'Not you..'
'Hey, I make you look good.'
"Don't you smell that?!" Trunks whirled around to the oven and opened it. "My cookies are black!" He whimpered.
"YOUR cookies?"
He looked at Pan in the corner of his eyes, innocently. "You got to lick the spoon.."
She stuck her tongue out at him.
Trunks reached in the oven and took the cookies out. He didn't notice it was with his bare hand, but that came later. So did the screaming. And crying. Of a very whimpy man. He was disappointed that his precious cookies failed, and he realized that he could no longer face the days of cooking. Men..
-An hour later
"I don't see how you could have let thos cookies burn. You were right there!" Trunks frowned.
"My day has been bad enough, I don't need your complaining."
"Well I'll never rely on you to cook again."
Trunks and Pan looked at each other, both next to the other on the couch. They were bored out of their minds, and the only thing they could think of to do, was gripe to each other, and find every fault and wrong that they both did. Basically, they were fighting like they always did. But something always came from them arguing. They would realize that they were being foolish, and something unexpected would come next- they'd smile.
And then the inner Trunks bumped in and made the real Trunks a wreck. He would act like an old woman, as Pan put it. She just never knew why he acted so weird. She didn't know he had a rude friend in his head.
The next couple of days were pretty much the same. The two friends would sit at home, trying to think of things to do. They would sometimes go to the park, deciding to take their quarrels somewhere else. Then they might go to the movies, if Pan could get Trunks to gather up his courage to go again.
Other times they would go out to eat, if their cooking failed. They both had to face it- neither of them were great cooks. They always laughed at themselves and called each other 'pathetic'. They claimed that going out was easier, anyways. They were pretty lazy, and always did what they wanted. They weren't always together.
They did need their space. Sometimes Pan would need to be alone. She would get mad at him for reasons he could never understand.
-A few weeks later
"I don't feel like talking, Trunks."
He looked confused. "But.."
"Just.. Ugh.. "Pan sighed and shook her head. "I'm going to bed."
She wasn't tired. She just had to get away from him. She was getting into one of her 'moods'. She hated it, but she had to live with it. She hated him- And she had to live with him!Life wasn't fair. She covered her face with her hand.
"Pan, we were just talking, why are you suddenly so uncomfortable?"
"Why are you suddenly so serious?!" She almost yelled. She couldn't help it. Her head was starting to hurt and he was irritating her. She stood up from the couch, it was their spot.
"I was concerned.." He almost said it above a whisper, but he knew she was going to leave. It was how it always happened. She would get upset, and she would find any way possible to get away from him. He wanted to know why she was like that, but he never wanted to pry. Then she would get even worse.
Pan turned and went to her room. She almost liked her room. The only thing that kept her from liking it, was that his scent always lingered there. It was the only place where he would leave her alone, but she knew she could never get away from him, when she could smell him.
It's not that she so terribly hated the man, but she felt if she got too close to him, he would leave her like everyone else. She didn't want to be his friend. It scared her too much, so she kept her barriers up. She never let her walls down. And she let him know, too.
He noticed, she knew. After every arguement, she never smiled. She didn't like talking as much, and she didn't have that cocky attitude. He knew that something was wrong. Did he care? Maybe..
Pan went to her bed. Her pillow was soft to her head. Before she knew it, she was sleeping.
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I'm sorry. But I'm tired. Xx And I think I'm going to write more often, now that I have time. And, sorry if I seem to be rushing the story. . Don't kill me.
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Disclaimer- no no no no no no no no no
wouldn't it be funny if I spelled 'no' wrong? I mean, a two letter word...
OO I DON'T OWN ANYTHING?!?!?!
--
Trunks stood at the kitchen counter, watching Pan run her small finger in circles on the tabletop. She reached for a can of coke she had gotten earlier. The room had been silent for quite some time, now. Trunks stared at the timer. 'Why is it taking so long?'
Pan took a drink of her coke, when an odd smell caused her to wiggle her nose. She closed her eyes and spit her cola out. Conveniantly, on Trunks.
He stood, looking annoyed. "Just what I love. Regurgatated coke."
'I don't think she puked it back up.'
'Not you..'
'Hey, I make you look good.'
"Don't you smell that?!" Trunks whirled around to the oven and opened it. "My cookies are black!" He whimpered.
"YOUR cookies?"
He looked at Pan in the corner of his eyes, innocently. "You got to lick the spoon.."
She stuck her tongue out at him.
Trunks reached in the oven and took the cookies out. He didn't notice it was with his bare hand, but that came later. So did the screaming. And crying. Of a very whimpy man. He was disappointed that his precious cookies failed, and he realized that he could no longer face the days of cooking. Men..
-An hour later
"I don't see how you could have let thos cookies burn. You were right there!" Trunks frowned.
"My day has been bad enough, I don't need your complaining."
"Well I'll never rely on you to cook again."
Trunks and Pan looked at each other, both next to the other on the couch. They were bored out of their minds, and the only thing they could think of to do, was gripe to each other, and find every fault and wrong that they both did. Basically, they were fighting like they always did. But something always came from them arguing. They would realize that they were being foolish, and something unexpected would come next- they'd smile.
And then the inner Trunks bumped in and made the real Trunks a wreck. He would act like an old woman, as Pan put it. She just never knew why he acted so weird. She didn't know he had a rude friend in his head.
The next couple of days were pretty much the same. The two friends would sit at home, trying to think of things to do. They would sometimes go to the park, deciding to take their quarrels somewhere else. Then they might go to the movies, if Pan could get Trunks to gather up his courage to go again.
Other times they would go out to eat, if their cooking failed. They both had to face it- neither of them were great cooks. They always laughed at themselves and called each other 'pathetic'. They claimed that going out was easier, anyways. They were pretty lazy, and always did what they wanted. They weren't always together.
They did need their space. Sometimes Pan would need to be alone. She would get mad at him for reasons he could never understand.
-A few weeks later
"I don't feel like talking, Trunks."
He looked confused. "But.."
"Just.. Ugh.. "Pan sighed and shook her head. "I'm going to bed."
She wasn't tired. She just had to get away from him. She was getting into one of her 'moods'. She hated it, but she had to live with it. She hated him- And she had to live with him!Life wasn't fair. She covered her face with her hand.
"Pan, we were just talking, why are you suddenly so uncomfortable?"
"Why are you suddenly so serious?!" She almost yelled. She couldn't help it. Her head was starting to hurt and he was irritating her. She stood up from the couch, it was their spot.
"I was concerned.." He almost said it above a whisper, but he knew she was going to leave. It was how it always happened. She would get upset, and she would find any way possible to get away from him. He wanted to know why she was like that, but he never wanted to pry. Then she would get even worse.
Pan turned and went to her room. She almost liked her room. The only thing that kept her from liking it, was that his scent always lingered there. It was the only place where he would leave her alone, but she knew she could never get away from him, when she could smell him.
It's not that she so terribly hated the man, but she felt if she got too close to him, he would leave her like everyone else. She didn't want to be his friend. It scared her too much, so she kept her barriers up. She never let her walls down. And she let him know, too.
He noticed, she knew. After every arguement, she never smiled. She didn't like talking as much, and she didn't have that cocky attitude. He knew that something was wrong. Did he care? Maybe..
Pan went to her bed. Her pillow was soft to her head. Before she knew it, she was sleeping.
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I'm sorry. But I'm tired. Xx And I think I'm going to write more often, now that I have time. And, sorry if I seem to be rushing the story. . Don't kill me.
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