The sweet red wine in her hand usually didn't do much for a Saiyan like Pan, but after a few bottles and an empty stomach she was feeling rather tipsy. The occasion? None. She just simply felt like getting drunk tonight, so she did.

Alone in her one bedroom apartment, sprawled across her couch with the empty bottles in front of her and her phone as her sole entertainment, Pan was having a great time. How TikTok managed to be so relentlessly enjoyable she didn't quite know, but took advantage nonetheless. But then she came across a sound she hadn't heard before, and her good, fun time suddenly morphed into something else.

Were these people seriously texting their crushes these lyrics? And it was working? Her heart raced and it had nothing to do with the amount of wine she had consumed.

It had to all be fake, right? There's no way these corny ass lyrics worked. People are really good at making shit up on the internet, that's all this was.

…But what if it wasn't?

Pan scrolled through the sound a few more times, anxiety building within her the whole while. She downed the remnants of her wine glass and got up to fetch the cold bottle, her face glued to her phone the entire time. When she returned to the couch she threw her phone down on the cushion where it bounced three times and (thankfully) didn't land on the hard floor below. Her thoughts raced as she opened the new bottle, all revolving around one person- the person who truly was her dearest friend. One that she'd had the worst crush on since she was a child.

Finally getting the cork out, Pan downed half the bottle for some liquid courage and picked her phone back up. She opened her messaging app and clicked on that name…

She took a deep, calming breath, and with shaking fingers (from nerves or alcohol, she wasn't quite sure) and sent the first message. "Trunks, darling, you're my best friend."

It took him a few minutes to respond, and Pan finally realized the time. It was getting late- would he even respond or would he be asleep? She definitely wouldn't have the courage to do this in the morning.

Just as she was about to abort the mission, her phone pinged. "Youre my best friend too Pan lol whats up?"

Panic seized her for a solid fifteen seconds before she forced herself to breathe and type out the next message. "but there's a few things you don't know of…"

His response was faster this time, making her heart pound harder. "lol like what?"

Pan rolled her eyes and mentally called him a dork before continuing with the series of lyrics. "Why I borrow your lipstick so often…"

There was a slightly longer pause in return this time, like he wasn't sure what to make of her message. "Uhh pan I dont wear lipstick. Are you sure youre talking to the right person?"

Pan snorted at the response, but hesitated before sending the next message. Why were these damn lyrics so weird? She followed them anyway, as her backup plan was to call this all a prank if he didn't respond well. "I've been using your shirt as a pillow case…"

There was another pause on his return message. Pan could easily visualize his dumbstruck face as he stared at the message, trying to figure out what was happening to him. "Pan what shirt do you have? How drunk did you get?"

Oh yeah, he knew of her plans to drink the night away. Maybe that could help too, if these next few went terribly wrong. Pan took another deep breath and started typing again. "I wanna ruin our friendship"

The response was much faster this time, almost immediate. "What? Pan are you ok?"

"I think we should be lovers instead." Pan had typed out the message and hit send before she could give herself a chance to think about it. She dropped her phone on the couch cushion after, her head pounding in time with her heart. She needed more wine.

She picked the bottle up again, intent on chugging the rest of the bottle since she had already polished off half without the glass, why not the rest? She got to about a quarter left when there was a soft tap tap at her window. Pan choked on her wine, lowering the bottle and covering her mouth. Her eyes flew to the window where a befuddled looking Trunks hovered outside.

Oh, shit.

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