AUTHOR´S NOTE: So I didn´t manage to finish this fan-fic before I left for Argentina because here I am, clicking away on my family´s computer. It doesn´t seem real you know.... I´m totally in heaven. My family is great, my school is...okay? Hehe. I´m going to change my pen name again very soon to Annie Bachi. Please look for me as Annie Bachi.
But here you go! Writing again....here´s your next installment!
My palms were really sweaty and I wiped them on my jeans. I was standing on the doorstep of Bulma´s house. Oh my god, what was I getting myself into? I knocked three times and I heard hurried footsteps towards the door. When it was opened a disappointed Bulma appeared.
"What do you want?" She snapped.
Without saying a word, my hand came up and handed her the invitation to my wedding. I was on pins and needles as she read it, but when she looked back at me, her face had softened considerably. She swung the door open wider.
"Come in."
We sat in silence on her couch for a while until she asked, "What´s this all about?"
"I want you there," I said. "I want you in it. How long have I known you chica? We´ve only been friends since preschool, and suddenly were throwing it all away on this stupid grudge we´ve been holding on each other for months now. I want you back in my life."
Her eyes filled with tears. She got up from her side of the couch and ran over to me and hugged me. She apologized for everything she did, and so did I. Everything was right with us again, and the wait off my shoulders was hard to explain.
We sat on her couch and swapped stories and even talked about baby names for close to two hours. It was getting dark and I knew that Mom would want me home soon for dinner. After saying goodbye I hopped in my car and drove home.
"Hello?" I said to no one when I walked through the door. I flipped on the light switch and walked out into the kitchen. I felt like my stomach was eating itself. On the table I found a note from Mom with a box of macaroni next to it.
Chi-Chi,
I´m sorry I couldn´t be home, I was called into work on such short notice I couldn´t make you dinner either. I´ll be home early morning, and Goku will be home around 10. You know how to make mac and cheese don´t you?
Love, Mom
"Actually, the last time I made this, I filled the kitchen with smoke." I said to myself.
An hour later (the box said 15 minute meal...15 minute meal my ass!), I was sitting in front of the TV eating my macaroni and what skill...only a few of my noodles were crunchy this time. I could tell I was improving.
When Goku came home I ran up to him and gave him a hug. The first words out of his mouth were, "Is something burning?"
I slapped him playfully on the arm. "Unless you´re dying of hunger, I don´t recommend the dinner I made, but if you are I made Mac and Cheese and it´s on the stove."
He kissed my head and said it sounded fine. I don´t know how he did it, but he at all of what was left. I was almost disgusted. After he finished we went out into the living room and watched TV. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the phone ringing. Obviously it was Maron. She knows my sleep patterns and like to call while I´m sleeping.
"Morning sunshine!" She sang.
"Bitch..." I mumbled.
"I haven´t seen you in forever! What´s been going on?"
I told her about my entire week and finally getting my invitations done and sending them out tomorrow. Eventually I only had one thing to tell her...that Bulma was in the wedding.
"So, I went over to Bulma´s house today." I said non-chalantly.
"Yeah? Why?"
"Maron..." I said. I swallowed hard. "She´s gonna be in the wedding with you. I invited her to be with us today, and she´s my friend again."
"You what?" She said plainly as if it were some sort of joke.
"And I advise you to do the same seeing as you´ll be spending a lot of time with each other." I told her.
"What...the hell? Do you remember everything she´s tried to do? Do you remember what heartbreak she put you through?!"
"What did she do to you, Maron?!" I asked raising my voice.
"She hurt you! That´s what she did!"
"But if I´m over it then you should be too!"
"Bye Chi-Chi."
"Maron, don´t be difficult..." And with that she hung up the phone.
I clicked off the phone and growled. What the hell was her problem?! She had been with me when Goku was incarcerated and she understood why I forgave him. He made a mistake. So had Bulma. How come she couldn´t see it wasn´t much different?
I was always told not to go to bed angry but I did, and I slept with Goku in his bed that night. It eased the pain a bit.
The alarm clock rang at 5 am. Both Goku and I had to get up and go to work. I put on my uniform and put my hair up into a neat bun on the back of my head. Ready to put up with the stupid people I had to wait on, I headed off to work.
The name of the restaurant was Pancake Shack, and it was famous in our city for being delicious and have great service. Goku had managed to get a cook position in the restaurant I also work at. The money was fair, he liked the atmosphere, and he could look after me. Working wasn´t nearly as bad with him in the kitchen.
The door opened at 7 am, and it was a busy day. During the middle of the breakfast rush, I was stricken with a bad bout of morning sickness. I kept going though. However one woman at one of my tables asked if we served Pancakes. I laughed hysterically, and answered back "No, we don´t. We just have the name Pancake Shack to confuse people."
Around 2:00 pm, an hour before we closed, I noticed I had one last table. It was a single woman with her head buried in the menu. I grabbed a glass of water and coffee pot.
"Good Afternoon," I sang in my fake sweet voice. "Can I get you some coffee?"
She put down the menu. It was Maron.
"I´m sorry." She said.
"Yeah." I said. "Me too."
"Why?" she asked, pushing her coffee cup towards me.
"I dunno," I said pouring her a cup of coffee and sitting in the booth with her. "But it sounded right, didn´t it?"
"Yeah, it did."
I sat with her and counted my tips. She stayed at the table until I finished all of my clean-up and Goku was ready to go.
Maron came over to the house to be fitted for her bridesmaid gown after work. I had decided on red satin tank top dresses for my bridesmaids. While Mom took some of her measurements, I slipped into the other room to call Bulma. She had to be fitted too, and now would be the opportune time to see if I´d have a problem with Maron and Bulma.
No more than 10 minutes later, I knock on the door revealed that Bulma was here. As I walked into the room with her, Maron´s eyes locked with Bulma´s. Not removing their death glare from each other, Bulma took a seat in a chair.
"Listen guys, you´ll be with each other a lot in the next few months because of this wedding." I explained. "I want you two to get along. Can you please settle your differences?"
"I won´t say sorry unless she says sorry first." Said Maron.
"And I won´t apologize until she apologizes." Said Bulma.
"You first."
"No, you!"
"YOU!"
"STOP!" I screamed! "Say it at the same time!" They looked at each other.
"Fine." They said in unison.
"One, two...three." I said slowly.
"I´m sorry." They said together again.
"Okay." I said breathing a sigh of relief.
After they were both fitted, they eventually let down their guard and were chatting like old friends again. I left them sitting on the couch while I climbed the stairs to Goku´s room.
He was sitting in his bean-bag chair, playing his Nintendo.
"Jump Mario, you stupid bastard." He mumbled.
I giggled and he looked up. "What´s up?"
"Nothing," I said shrugging. "I just really wanted to be with you."
I laid down next to him and he put an arm around me as he continued to play one handed.
"Hey, let´s go on a date or something soon." Goku said, dying in his game.
"Yeah, okay."
He sniffled his nose. I cringed. He was wonderful to me, but some things just bothered me.
Author´s Note: Okay! Finished! So now you have another chapter, and I´ll write a new one soon. I´ll finish this fic while I´m in Argentina I think!
Te quiero mucho, all of you! Thanks so much for putting up with my delay. Don´t stop reading, PLEASE!!! Okay. Sorry about that.
Chau, suerte!
Annie Bachi