Wish
Chapter: twelve
"Stand to Fly"
Trunks sat on the windowsill calmly staring out at the orange sky. The window wasn't open but Emma could swear she saw his hair blow in a relaxing yellow glow. He is so cute, but I can't tell him I know him, he'd think I was a stalker. Her lips curled at the thought and she leaned her head back continuing to stare out of the window along with Trunks. Or more like staring at Trunks. What should I say? I don't want him to think I'm weird. She thought flinching from the pain of her ankle. Trunks turned his gaze at Emma after about ten minutes of staring at the sunset. "Are you feeling better?" He asked, lowering down to his knees to stare at Emma in the face.
"A little." She replied shifting her weight to the left side of her body. Trunks smiled at rubbed his hand across her head. "Good." He said standing up. Emma's cheeks turned a faint pink. He touched me! I'm so happy! She thought closing her eyes tightly with a huge smile across her face. Trunks walked towards the white door, "Would you like something to drink?" he asked, his purple locks flipping around. Emma's eyes popped open and she felt embarrassed. "Uh, no thank you." She replied carefully pulling her wounded ankle up to her hand. I
have to keep him here as long as I can! Her head screamed, as she clenched the sheets on the bed. I know! I'll play hurt! She thought smiling deviously. She shot her leg up to her hand screaming in pain. Trunks' eyes widened and he rushed over to her. "Owww!" She yelled again clamping her eyes shut. "What's wrong?" Trunks panicked grabbing her hand. "I felt a sharp pain in my foot." She whined, smiling behind her yells. Trunks put his arm around her back, sitting her up against the headboard. "You'll be fine, I'll get some ice." He said, quickly running out to retrieve the ice.
Emma snapped her fingers in disappointment. Dang! That usually works, I guess it only works on lifeguards. She thought placing her hands down to her side. Oh well, I guess it's okay. He touched me again; I'll never wash my hand or back ever. A crash was heard and Emma could here a yell coming from the hallway. "Damnit Trunks, watch where you're going!" A gruff voice yelled sending echoing throughout the house. Is that Vegeta? Emma asked herself, confused. "Sorry dad, but can you be a little quieter, we have a guest." He pointed out with a serious tone, "She has a sprained ankle, but she should heal quickly." He said leaning down to pick up the fallen ice. Vegeta's mouth turned into an angry smirk. "Who said we could have a guest here!" He yelled once more sending echoes through the house, "We don't need a whiny damn girl!" He screamed storming out of the hallway to the front door. Silence was all that filled the house for what seemed like forever. Trunks shook his head picking up the last piece of ice, and placing it inside the rag.
Emma's face turned pale and she felt as though she would be sick. What did I just hear? Am I really that much of a problem? She sat thinking, watching Trunks enter the room. "Sorry I ran into my father and dropped the Ice." He said placing Emma's foot on his knee, "I hope this makes it feel better." He said holding the ice on Emma's sprained ankle. Emma put her head down and she seemed to be deep in thought. "Trunks?" She asked slowly sliding her hands across the white sheets, "Am I a problem for you?" She asked a saddened look on her face. Trunks looked at her in surprise, and his grip loosened from the ice. "You're talking about what my father said aren't you?" He asked with a shameful look, "I guess it is true that he can be pretty cold at times, but somehow he has a heart locked up in that body of his." Trunks' lips rolled inside of his mouth, "You just have to look deep, don't worry about it, you're no problem for us." He said smiling, patting Emma's knee. Emma smiled back, turning her head trying not to let him see her frown. I guess that's true, but why do I feel it's going to be harder then I thought?