I've written a lot of songfics and people are always saying, 'why are songfics always depressing?' So to try and break the depression of songfics slowly, here is a song called Complicated by Carolyn Dawn Johnson. Also, I thought I would bring the Christmas spirit to all in the middle of August! Hope you enjoy. Its written in Pan's POV.
*text* = song
text = story
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Complicated*I'm so scared that the way that I feel
Is written all over my face
When you walk into the room
I want to find a hiding place*
"What's happening to me? Why do I feel this way?" I'm standing in the bathroom of Capsule Corp. during the Christmas-New Year party. Does this make any sense? No! I was doing great, I had on my new white sweater with the fur collar and cuffs and brand new black flare pants and I was having a blast. My mama even let me borrow her favorite black heel boots and star diamond necklace that papa gave her last year. Bra and I were dancing and catching a real good crowd. Everyone was watching us two Capsule Corp. high executive workers get down to 'Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays'.
*We used to laugh, we used to hug, the way that old friends do
But now just a smile and a touch of your hand
Just makes me come unglued*
Then he came. The one person in the whole world I wanted to avoid tonight. Or did I? When I was getting dressed for tonight, I wanted to dance with him; I wanted him to notice me. Now that I'm here, I'm not sure what I want now. I was dancing with Bra drawing up a crowd when he came through the crowd. Talking with Uncle Goten about who knows what. Then he looked over at me, in the center of the dance floor. Out eyes met and well, the song ended and I left.
*Such a contradiction, do I lie or tell the truth
Is it fact or fiction
Oh, the way I feel for you*
I stand here looking in the mirror of the girl's bathroom; wondering what to do. Should I approach him? Should I tell him how I feel? What if he denies me? What if he pushes me away? I'll be so embarrassed. He tells everything to Uncle Goten since their best buddies and all. What if he tells Uncle Goten, then he'll tell my papa and who knows where that will go?
*So complicated, I'm so frustrated
I wanna hold you close; I wanna push you away
I wanna make you go; I wanna make you stay
Should I say it
Should I tell you how I feel
Oh, I want you to know
But then again I don't
It's so complicated*
I think I've got it, I think I can go back. I head down the hall, toward the big banquet room doors. I've entered this room many times before, hell I work here. In the most demanding spot there could be. No I'm not the owner or president, its worse. I'm the secretary of the president. So you may think, 'what's so demanding about that?' I have to see him every day. He's the president of the company, not to mention my best friend's older brother. She says when they talk about life in general, he mentions me a quite few times. She says there something there, no matter how much I deny it.
*Oh, just when I think I'm under control
I think I finally got a grip
Another friend tells me that, my name is always on your lips
They say I'm more then just a friend
They say I must me blind*
I'm finally back in the room, starting to enjoy the party more and more. Bra and I hooked up again and have started to entertain one again. But 'Under My Tree' is a hard song to dance to. Every now and then, I catch him watching me from is table in the back of the room. That Christmas tree is gleaming bright makes his violet eyes shine even more. I wish Santa could put him under my tree, yet then again I would prefer a lump of coal.
*Well, I admit that I've seen you watch me from the corner of your eye
Oh, it's so confusing
I'd wish you'd just confess*
Stepping off the dance floor heading for the food table, I realize what started all of this. With Bra as my best friend, he was always around, so slowly I became friends with him. He stopped watching; maybe I was just imagining everything. Uncle Goten is nowhere to be seen, and neither is Bra; what is that girl up to? I start to walk around looking for a place to sit and eat, he signals me over to his table. I sit down across from him in the corner next to the Christmas tree.
* But thinks of what I'd
Be losing, if your answer wasn't yes*
Capsule Corp. ornaments decorate the tree along with colorful lights and personalized ornaments with the names of all Capsule Corp. workers. I can see that Bra's, Bulma's, and Trunks' ornaments are different then the rest. While everyone's is a plaster ball looking ornament with his or her name, the Briefs' are on plaster yellow star. We both avoid each other's eyes while we eat. I glance at the tree again and notice my name; it's on a yellow star. Taken by surprise, I look up and he looking at me.
*So complicated, I'm so frustrated
I wanna hold you close; I wanna push you away
I wanna make you go; I wanna make you stay
Should I say it
Should I tell you how I feel
Oh, I want you to know
But then again I don't
It's so complicated*
He smiles, so I smile back. Someone changes the music from classical Christmas music to Christmas songs. He asks me if I want to dance, I say yes.
*Oh I hate it, 'cuz I've waited
So long for someone like you*
I can feel the warmth of his body close to mine. Dancing so close to 'The Christmas Song' while on the dance floor. I can feel a few eyes watching, probably Uncle Goten and Bra. I knew she had a hand in this.
*Oh, what do I do
Oh, should I say it
Should I tell you how I feel*
The lights to dim as more couples move out onto the dance floor. Now the only lights in the room are the tree and the strings of Christmas lights that are on each table and around the ceiling of the room. One ceiling light is on so people can see where they are on the dance floor, buts it's so dim it's not noticeable.
*I want you to know, but then again I don't*
He pulls me aside and off the dance floor where there are only Christmas lights on tables. He looks into my eyes and I feel my face getting hot. We both start to talk at the same time. "Trunks", "Pan". Blushing we both look away. "You go first," I tell him. He looks at me with his violet eyes so beautiful and that smile so charming. If I did not know any better, I would of thought he was Prince Charming. What am I thinking? I'm going crazy again. He's the president of Capsule Corp. and he's seven years older then me. I'll never have a chance… "Pan, this is hard to say. I…I really like you, I mean more then a friend." Did he just say what I think he just said?
*It's so complicated…
It's so complicated…*
"Trunks…" I can see he's scared, afraid of what I might say. "I feel the same way, only I haven't been able to say, I was too afraid of what you might say." A smile is all I needed from him. I leaned in, got up on my toes and kissed him on the lips. Instead of pushing me away like I was expecting, he returned the kiss in a loving way.
* It's so complicated…
Ohh…*
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Well? What did you think? I wrote it differently then I usually do. I usually take a song that tells a story and base the story around the song, but I'm slowly trying to drop that after reading other songfics and finding out how they are really done. And to answer your questions…YES! I love country music and I always will. I was raised around it. R&R please.