"I Love You…Good Bye"
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Chapter 4: Understanding
"I can't believe you knocked her out, Trunks."
"I had to do it, she was getting hysterical."
"There were other ways of calming her down and you know it."
"Like what? If I wanted to keep my job, then I had to do it and get her away from the school."
"You can be so selfish sometimes, you know that?"
Marron's sense that she regained control of first was her hearing. She didn't understand who or what she was hearing though. She couldn't tell if they were voices of people she knew or if she was still at school. The next sense that came back to her was touch. She could tell that she was on a soft surface, probably a bed or a couch or something. Someone was holding her hand.
She tried to open her eyes and found that there was a wet cloth over them. Marron let go of the hand that she had been clinging to and lifted the cloth from her eyes. She saw that she was in Trunks' bedroom. In his bed. Holding his hand.
Marron looked up and saw Bulma's receding back. She was alone in Trunks' bedroom, in his bed, with Trunks. She couldn't believe her luck. She quickly closed her eyes again as Trunks glanced at her. She opened her eyes enough to see what Trunks was looking at, yet not enough so that he would notice that she was awake. He was looking at her.
Marron could feel his hand closing in around hers again. Excitement pulsed through her body. She wasn't sure what made Trunks hold her hand: his wanting for Marron to forgive him for knocking her out; or maybe he really enjoyed holding her hand. Thinking of what the possibility made Marron blush. She couldn't keep the fact that she wasn't awake from Trunks any longer.
"I know you're awake." He chuckled softly.
Marron blushed deeper and opened her eyes, making sure to bat her lashes at him a couple times. She decided that she would forgive him for being caught Frenching another girl; let alone another student. The thought still sickened her, but she was prepared to forgive him. Besides, if she'd have any chance with him, she wouldn't be able to stay mad at him, that wouldn't score her too many points.
Marron was thoroughly disappointed when Trunks released her hand.
"Do I have clammy hands or something?" Marron asked sweetly.
"Of course not, I just…" Trunks trailed off.
"You just what?" Marron asked apprehensively.
"Well, you're a student, Marron. It wouldn't be very good for my reputation." Trunks lied.
"I'm a student? Is that the best you could come up with?" Marron asked raising her voice.
"Yeah, I guess so. Marron, it's nothing personal." Trunks said quickly.
"Nothing personal? Of course it's something personal, Trunks. Just tell me, please." Marron pleaded.
Trunks hesitated for a moment. "All right, Marron. I'll tell you why I let go of your hand."
"Trunks, it's not about my hand…. I just wanted to know why you would rather kiss her than…" Marron trailed off. Her cheeks were turning a deep shade of crimson at this point, and it seemed that she was not alone. Trunks was getting increasingly embarrassed as well.
"What are you talking about?" Trunks said knowing exactly what she was talking about.
"I- well, I was talking about- oh nothing." Marron quickly finished.
"C'mon, Marron, tell me." Trunks pried.
"It's nothing." Marron said.
Trunks saw her laying there, her cheeks matching his red sheets. 'She really is beautiful' Trunks thought to himself, admiring her long golden hair. It somehow reminded him of a fairytale: The prince sitting beside the princess readying a kiss to save her life and then whisking her off her feet and living happily ever after. Trunks thought this and smiled.
"What are you so happy about?" Marron asked softly. She loved his smile.
"I guess I'm getting sorta caught in the moment." Trunks murmured softly.
"Oh? We're having a moment?" Marron asked more seductively. She decided if she played her cards just right, then she would get a little more than just talk out of Trunks.
Trunks couldn't stand it. He knew she was hinting at him. But what he couldn't quite tell. He wanted to make a move desperately, but he wasn't sure how Marron would take it. He decided to let the devil in him take effect. Trunks gently and slowly leaned in.
Marron could see what Trunks was about to do and she could feel his gaze upon her, full of…could it be? Lust?
Just as they were about to make contact, Bulma burst through the door. She immediately froze, as she saw her son's face and Marron's just inches from each other. Of course she only got a glimpse as both Marron and Trunks pulled away from each other as though each had poisonous barbs protruding from their mouths or something.
"Did I interrupt something?" Bulma asked sheepishly. It was her turn to turn red from ultimate embarrassment.
"No." Trunks said quickly getting up off his bed. Quickly getting away from Marron. Marron could tell he was embarrassed. She didn't blame him. Of course, he probably didn't realize that he had just torn her heart in two.
*fin
Poor Marron. Will Trunks ever make a move again? Dude, this is a romance, duh. Please R&R. Lovies ^o^
~S saiyan Vegeta4013
