AN: HEY LOOK! I updated!
Just gonna go ahead and warn you, this is kind of a comedic/serious chapter. At first it might seem that it's a little...not important, but it is.

Also, to LVR4Trunks-n-Vegeta: Firstly, thank you so much for the review I live for those! I appreciate it because your review has helped me a lot with the mood of this chapter, so I dedicate it to you.

I couldn't sleep at all, no surprise there. No matter which way I tossed or turned, I couldn't find myself comfortable at all. At first I believed it to be because my room was boiling, but then after opening a window, it was too cold. The indecisiveness of myself was quite honestly getting on my nerves. So I'd resolved to sitting up and staring at the blank wall for an hour or better before I'd moved and grabbed a notepad and a pencil then headed to the kitchen to sit at the table. This was probably the stupidest thing I could find myself doing, but here I was.

Trunks,

I hate you.

I grunted, it was partially true, but entirely the wrong way to go about telling him. So I wadded the paper up and left it on the table next to the pad so I could begin writing something much better.

Trunks,

I hate you.

I growled and wadded the paper up. This time, I threw it across the room and pressed my face into my hands. Why was I feeling...guilt? I pressed my pencil to the paper once more and tried to scrawl out something other than my obvious hatred for the other man.

Trunks,

I guess I could have called instead of write, huh? But you know I've always liked getting letters and writing them. Remember those pen pals we had to write to in high school? I remember her name, Kata, do you remember how I liked to write to her all the time? I think I wrote to her about everything; classes, how my marks were doing, how the family was. Everything. I wrote her everyday, even when she eventually stopped. I stopped too, a month after the last letter I received from her. Did you know I kept them? Yeah, I've got them all together, a rubber band around them to keep them together and they're stuffed in the bottom of my drawers.

I guess I'm telling you this because I want you to fully realize why I'm writing instead of calling; it means more to me.

I've not been gone too long now but it feels like much longer. I guess that's because it will be much longer,actually, I'm probably not coming home anytime soon. The job I accepted is actually pretty wonderful, the only downfall is that I won't be in one place for much long. They're also going to help me with my studies, I can pick up my courses and continue them as I go. But I've got to decide what I really want to major in,

This part I actually laugh at because it's true. I've not yet decided my major and I'm pretty sure you're supposed to at least have an idea of it before you apply to college.

you know me, I'm good in the physical science area so I'm thinking something along those lines. You know, your mother and I discussed that I could probably do something with Capsule Corp.'s research areas.

I'm rambling now, I know. I guess I really just wanted to let you know that I'm okay, I'm still mapping my future, I'm okay. I've got a place of my own, a job. I'm okay.

Good luck with everything Trunks.

After I finish, I fold it and seal it in an envelope and then I scrawl out his address, no return address of course, and I slip it under a few pages of the notepad before dropping my head into my hands. That was stupid, that felt stupid. I don't know why I even thought about writing that letter, but it was insanely dumb.

Taking a deep breath, I frown down at the legal pad before I push back away from the table. I stand and pace the kitchen, it's past 3 in the morning now, so there really isn't much I can do at the moment. My stomach lurches and soon I find myself on the floor on my knees, I want to go home.

I want to go home.

When I wake, it's to the sun shining in on my face and my body aches something awful. With a groan, I roll onto my back and squint up at the ceiling trying to remember why I was in the kitchen asleep on the floor. Once I remember why, I groan again and hide my face behind my hands and then roll onto my side and curl up in a ball, appearing as helpless as I feel. Why'd I have to kiss Tate?

Why'd I have to get feelings for Trunks in the first place. That's where I really went wrong.

I groan again and press my forehead against the cool tiled floor and frown. That disgusting feeling in the pit of my stomach is back and I feel like I'm going throw up.

Another groan leaves my lips and I open my eyes, this time it wasn't the sun streaking across the room waking me up. It's because quite frankly, I've got to piss like crazy. Classy, right?

Grunting, I push myself up onto my knees and then stand. I stretch my arms over my head, earning several satisfied 'pop's from the movement. Once I've stretched out, I head to the bathroom to relieve myself and take a shower. After I'm a bright pink from the heat of the water and I've washed off and my teeth are brushed, I scrambles out of the bathroom toweling my hair off with a towel while another towel is wrapped around my muscular hips.

"Goten?"

I whip around so fast it's a miracle I don't give myself whiplash, of course making the most ridiculous sound possible, and come face to face with honey brown eyes-wide in shock.

"Tate!" My onyx eyes widen and I'm hastily trying to cover my body with the towel I'd been using to dry my hair with. "What-What are you doing here?!" I demand loudly, my eyes searching the hall for any clue. Was my landlady here? Why was Tate here? "What the fuck!" I spit out, not intending it to be as harsh as it was.

Tate looks taken aback, as if he wasn't the one intruding in my home uninvited. "I-I, I'm sorry Goten!" The blond man squeaks and his hands fly to cover his eyes, and actually most of his face, he still tries mumbling past his hands. "Y-you just.. You said we were going to lunch later and I just.. I got worried when you didn't, when you weren't outside. It's after noon now and I was just. I'm sorry Goten," Tate finishes, stumbling over his words.

"Just-Just go wait outside Tate," I wait until I hear my front door close again before I make my way to the stairwell, squinting at the door watching Tate's shadow pace back and forth on the porch. Quickly I sprint up the stairs and into my room, discarding the towels I had around myself to hastily pull some clothes on; not really caring what kind they are. The only thing I really take the time to do is make sure my ki-suppression bracelet is still in tact. My heart is pounding in my ears and I feel like I can't catch my breath, that was weird! That was weird, right?

Hesitantly I make my way to the door and peer this way and that, trying to scope the area. I shouldn't be so paranoid to walk out of my room. Once I'm pretty sure the coast is clear, I scurry back to grab my keys and my wallet and then make my way downstairs to the foyer. At the door, I hesitate with my hand on the door handle.

How'd he get in?

My heart stops for a second and I'm racking my brain trying to remember if I did or didn't lock my door last night.

Clearing my throat, I open the door and quickly make sure to lock the door back behind me. I did lock it this time. I know that for a fact.

"Hey," I mumble as I walk away from my door, making sure to divert my gaze from Tate. Something just made me uneasy about that situation just moments ago. However, on cue, the apologies immediately start flying from Tate's mouth.

"Goten, I'm so sorry. The door.. I just, I was worried.. You were talking about leaving and I was afraid you might have left without saying goodbye or something, I'm really sorry Goten. Your door, it was..it was unlocked and I thought something might have been wrong then.. I was afraid someone had broken in and hurt you or something, I'm so sorry Got-"

"It's uh, it's fine Tate," I interrupt him, only just now looking up at the other man. He genuinely sounded sorry. I give a little jerk of my head as I start walking down the walkway to the road, "Let's just go grab some lunch."

Lunch was definitely awkward to say the least. I kept going over in my head the events of last night; I kissed Tate, Tate kissed me, Tate left, door was shut and I leaned against it like a floating school girl. Did I lock the door? I don't remember. I don't remember.

We walked back toward my place and along the way, we stopped at the park. It felt like I couldn't make comfortable conversation with him, but I tried. We sat on the swings in the empty park and we sat on the swings as we talked about everything we could think of. I told him about what I thought about majoring in at college, he told me things that he wanted to do with his life, but it was weird because it was like he couldn't stop mentioning Kyle.

"Kyle wanted to be a," or "Kyle's dream home was," or "Kyle and I had planned to do,"
It was utterly annoying if he's being honest. It made me miss the comfortable silence they'd fallen into so easily last night. Tate must take note of this because he looks over at at me and frowns apologetically, "Sorry Goten, I just.. miss him I guess."

"I miss Trunks too," I mumble bitterly. But I don't talk about him 24/7 because I'd like to forget what it was like with him beside me all the time because I'd very much like to learn how to live without him. Of course I don't say any of that, instead I smile sadly at him and offer a shrug, "It's okay, Tate."

After that, we finish up with our small talk; thankfully the tension and awkwardness had eased off. We said our goodbyes and I told Tate we could meet tomorrow for lunch again, he gave me his number in case I couldn't make it and I watched as Tate left. Watching him walk away, I think back to this morning events and last night:

I know I locked the door.

AN: THERE IT IS!
I'm already starting on the next chapter! It could be up tonight, or tomorrow. Or who knows, I might make you wait a week. c;
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