ALRIGHTY! Im back! Sorry it took so long to update and i know this is short but this was all i could type today! I will try to update more now because i got my computer back. I didnt have one like all summer. So anyway i hope you enjoy. I tried to fix the format cause someone said it was hard to read, but im not sure on quite how i could fix it. ENJOY!
"Oh my god! That woman! Who does she think she is!" Trunks huffed. "Talk about an ego trip!"
"Trunks you make me proud to be your friend." Hijama patted Trunks on the shoulder. "I myself would have beamed her with my bag."
"That is, if you had stayed awake long enough." Ben laughed knowing his friends atrocious sleeping habits.
Hijama frowned but then his face lit. "Hey Trunks, do we really get our own room?"
"Yeah. You can have the room next to mine."
"Is it big?"
"Well its about as big as mine." Trunks opened his locker and switched his books.
"Im going you guys. I'll see you later." Goten waved then thrust his hands into his pocket. He turned and started to walk away but was jerked back by the ear. "Ow, ow, ow!"
"Oh no you don't. Calculus test." Trunks glared.
Goten feebly attempted to detach Trunks hand from his poor delicate ear. But had little success. "Awe, Trunks please?"
"No!" The older sayins eyes flashed a tint of green only so Goten could see. And he knew that wasn't good. Goten began to pout a bit. Trunks let go of Gotens ear and sighed. "Maybe…after the test…"
"Really!"
"I said maybe! Don't get all excited I could still change my mind."
"Wow, you guys are weird." Hijama chuckled. "It's like you have eachother on a leash. He gets stern to get his way, and you pout to get your way. Its like that everytime!"
"Something that someone should put on you!" Ben poked Hijamas arm and walked of.
"I don't need a leash!" Hijama protested following Ben.
Trunks and Goten shot quick glances at eachother and smiled.
Trunks could feel Goten boring holes into the back of his head throught the entire test. It only made him laugh to himself though. 'You got me out of bed this morning, you get to sit through stupid test.'
"Can I go now? Please?" He begged. Ben and Hijama roled there eyes. Goten was a beggar, He Was leaning against the locker Trunks was attempting to get into.
"Goten…"
"Just today Trunks. I promise. I wont leave again until next month!"
"Well…"
"Trrruuunnnkkksss." Goten put on his best puppy dog face. "Trunks, Trunks, Trunks, Trunks, TRUNKS!"
"Oh, fine." He sighed in defeat.
"Yes!"
"But no more. This entire month."
"Yes mother." Hijama jutted in sarcastically.
Ben grabbed Hijamas arm and started dragging him down the hall. "We're gonna be late for class you moron."
Trunks got out his book then shut his locker.
"Come with me?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Cause I have to stay here so that at least one of us gets a proper education and isn't flipping burgers or living with their moms for the next thirty years."
"Blah, blah, BLA-HA! Lets just go. It'll be fun."
"Nope."
"Two minutes."
"Two minutes till what?"
Goten flashed a devilish smile. "Till I drive you crazy."
"Wha-" Trunks started to say. But Goten was already gone.
Trunks wiggled around in his seat desperately trying to ignore the taunting energy spikes. Up, down, up, down. He couldn't concentrate worth shit.
"Excuse me?" Trunks said raising his hand. "May I go to the bathroom?"
The teacher simply nodded and Trunks was out the door before she was back to reading her book.
"3…2…1…"
BAM! The door to the roof flew open. "Goten! I swear to Dende, you're -"
"Bingo!" Goten smiled.
"What?"
"Two minutes. I got you outside in only two minutes." He got up from where he was sitting. "I think that's a new record."
"Ugh…" Trunks sighed in frustration. "Just knock it off so I can go back to class." He began back towards the door. Two arms wrapped around his middle and gently pulled him back.
"Trunks, please." Goten whispered gently against the back of his neck. "It will be fun." Goten gently trailed kisses down the back of Trunks neck, stopping at the base.
Trunks sighed and Goten smirked knowing he had won.
So how did ya like it? Good or no.
