Summary: Trunks has always loved Goten. More than a brother. But, certain circumstances have always kept him from telling his friend the truth. Now, with Goten's life in danger, will Trunks have the courage to finally come clean to his best friend?
Rating: R for slashy goodness!
Pairing: Truten
Disclaimer: No, I don't own DBZ. I'm a psychotic American girl and I don't want to hear any shit from lawyers about my writing 'innocent' fanfiction when I have nothing better to do. So get lost, if you want to sue me, cuz frankly, I don't care. And the song 'Smile Like You Mean It' is by the Killers, not me, and it rocks, so don't think I'm stealing it either.
Smile Like You Mean It
Chapter 1: Accidentally in Love
"Damn it, Trunks! Give it back!" giggled a high Goten, reaching for the joint that his best friend had taken out of hand just as he was about to take a hit. Trunks shook his head, eyes slightly dilated and a mildly dazed look on his pale face.
At seventeen years old, both boys had been blessed with good looks, and they both knew it. The envy of everyone, they had dated nearly every girl in a ten-mile radius, and were well-known by others their age as total playboys, but absolutely bloody gorgeous.
"Sorry, 'Ten! My turn!" Trunks responded, lifting the joint to his mouth. The numbing, calming sensation of the drug slowly had seeped into his system, and he was thoroughly chilled out, and enjoying the look of amused annoyance on his best friend's face.
It was truly adorable, he thought, but then again, everything about Goten was adorable. Not that Goten knew, or ever would know, that he thought that, of course. Trunks had always kept his attraction to the innocent Son to himself, and figured that it was for the best. Goten, after all, had always appeared as straight as a ruler, and Trunks had resigned himself to that fact.
He handed the joint back to Goten, coughing. "No more, Goten. Put it out." he said, abruptly. The bemused Son gave him an odd look, but did as he was told. All was quiet for a moment, before Goten broke the silence.
"What's up, Trunks? You were acting wierd, just then." he said, trying to sound serious, but, as he was high, it was not very convincing. However, Trunks knew that his friend really did care, so he sighed and took a deep breath.
"We can't do this anymore, Goten. It hit me...all of a sudden, seeing you smoking. I can't drag you into this...and I have to drag myself out of it. There...has to be more to life than drugs and girls. We're seventeen, Goten! Ruining our lives now would be the most idiotic thing anyone could do." he explained, rambling. He knew his friend would be slow on the uptake, so he waited in silence a moment before finally getting Goten's reply.
"Is this actually coming from Trunks Briefs, playboy extraordinairre's mouth? More to life than drugs and girls? The world is ending!" Goten giggled, falling on his back and staring at the ceiling in amusement. Trunks gave him a serious look, and Goten noticed. He suddenly became more serious. "You mean it?" he said, sitting up on his elbow.
'God...he looks so beautiful like that...' Trunks thought, but scolded himself and cleared his mind. "Yes, I mean it, Goten. For once in my life, I'm being serious. But...I can't do this alone, and you know it. You have to stop, too." he said, blue eyes boring into onyx. Goten seemed to consider this a minute before sighing.
"Well, if you really want to, Trunks. Sure, I'll go along with it." he said, uncaring. Something in Goten's tone bothered Trunks, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he took the joint and put it out, then threw it in the trash. Goten watched, his eyes never leaving the joint. A look of disappointment crossed his eyes, but he said nothing.
"Anyway..." Trunks changed the subject. "How are things going with Alexa? Are you two still...you know...I mean, since you never talk about your girlfriends and all..." he said, smiling a little. Goten shrugged.
"We broke up a few days ago. She said it was good and all, but that she'd found someone who didn't just want her for the sex. I just shrugged it off and found someone else. It's Maria, now. She's hot, but not so good in the English category. I have a hard time figuring out what she's trying to say...not that it matters, 'cuz she never says much at all, if you know what I mean..." he said, smirking. Trunks nodded, a little far-off.
'Why, Dende? Why do all the girls get Goten, when I can't even tell him how I feel? I can't even touch him anymore without shivering in want...but he can't know...' Trunks spoke to himself. Beside him, Goten was counting ceiling tiles. Smiling softly, Trunks laid back and stared with him, and the two were silent for awhile.
A/N: I know, I know! I have to update other fics! But...I love Truten! I'm so sorry...readers of my other fics. It may yet be awhile...but this is my return to the genre! So rejoice!
A/N 2: Flames will be laughed hysterically at, and then fed to my pet dragon. Yes, I have a pet dragon. Yes, I'm psychotic. And yes, I am a tortured soul. If you have a problem with me at all, just get lost. If you wish to voice it to me, I will laugh at you, and that is all. So f off.
A/N 3: I have a horrible attitude, I know.
Peace out!