"I Love You…Good Bye"
I ish back now. No need to fear. Only a few more chapters, I swear! Don't kill me!
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Chapter 21: Does He Ever Get the Girl?
Trunks let the curtain drop as he saw Marron waving at him. 'Don't let her suck you in again.' He couldn't help the smile he gave though. She looked so pathetic looking up at him. He could tell that she'd cried. Probably hurt herself too. Marron was always the drama queen. 'That's why you like her, isn't it?' Trunks let his mind wander as he heard Marron and his mother exchanging words in the kitchen. He smiled to himself whenever he heard Marron's voice. The effect she had on him was tremendous.
Trunks had half a mind to give Goten a call, as he always used to do when he thought he might've been in love or he'd managed to get another hot girlfriend. He knew now that Goten never took him seriously when he said these things, but the fact that he'd acted like he cared made Trunks want to go out back and shoot himself for hurting Goten like he did. His heart was so pure…why'd he have to go and break it like he did?
'But it wasn't me. If Marron hadn't been so bent on me in the first place, it might not have happened.' Then Trunks was ashamed to have thought that because it was he that drove her to seek shelter in Goten. It was his fault after all.
Trunks sighed and flopped down onto his bed. He remembered the scheme that Bra had suggested to him when he wanted Marron back so badly. Now that he 'had' her back, he no longer needed it. Or did he? He had to admit, his little sister was quite clever. Quite clever indeed…
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As Marron passed Trunks' bedroom on her way to Bulma's, she looked longingly at his door, willing it to open so she may be able to look into Trunks' face again. But it didn't, and she was forced to continue on her way to Bulma's room. But only a few feet from Trunks' room, Bulma said she'd left something in the kitchen and hurried to get it. Marron, content on staying where she was until something happened, such as Trunks coming along, let her mind wander some.
She hardly noticed when Trunks's bedroom door did open. When she looked up from her thoughts, she saw him. He looked so stunning. It seemed he hadn't troubled himself over what happened in the woods at all. She was slightly mad at him for that, but then again he hadn't done anything wrong. She was the one at fault.
When Trunks noticed her, he smiled. He couldn't help it, his mouth acted before his brain did. Before he knew it, Marron was smiling back at him. Her genuine Marron smile…
"Hey, Marron." Trunks said foolishly. She giggled and walked over to him.
"Hi, Trunks. Listen…" She trailed off for a bit, attempting to collect her thoughts. She looked back at him and collapsed into his arms. How could she not? She didn't realize how much she'd missed his embrace until she was able to be in it again. He held her without hesitation.
"Marron…you can't just…" But Trunks couldn't tell her off now. He was holding her just as much as she was holding him. Instead, he lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger and kissed her deeply. Marron kissed him back, with passion that Goten had never had the chance to feel himself.
Marron knew she had to tell Trunks the deal. Between kisses and small breaths, Marron managed to get out a muffled "Trunks…I love you…not Goten…always you…never him…want you…don't worry…you" Marron managed to get this much out in hopes Trunks had heard it and understood it the way it should've been understood. It seemed he did, but that could've been his lust for her. Marron didn't care which, she was doing what she'd wanted to do now for a very long time.
They were still kissing when Bulma walked down the hall, her sewing machine in hand. She took one look at them and automatically began retreating. She stopped, however, because she knew that Marron had a party and that the two young people would have plenty of time to do this another time…not to mention another place.
She walked down the hall, and nearly had to pry them apart. "Trunks, go change now! Marron, come with me, we need to hem your dress a bit better. Your mother knows what she's doing, but I'm afraid not quite well enough for this sort of dress."
Marron didn't take her eyes of Trunks'. She nodded in understanding and reluctantly let Trunks go and followed Bulma to her room. Just as she walked through the door, she glanced back and saw that Trunks was still gaping at her. A big, stupid smile in place of his usual placid face. She smiled one last time until Bulma pulled her inside the room and shut the door with a snap.
*fin
Sorry for the short chapter, but I DO have a paper to write. You better have enjoyed, you ungrateful little worms. I'm just messin' with you guys. I have a concert in less than a week though, so wish me good luck, 'kay? G'bai all.
Lovies ^o^
~MizzSpiegel
