Could This Be True: Chapter 13 - Thoughts of You
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*Trunks POV*
When I looked in that brown little notebook, I expected it to be filled to the brim with words. Words of Pan's hopes, dreams, aspirations, goals. I wanted to read what Pan thought about everyday, which I hoped was me. But to my surprise, it wasn't full of words. Instead it was full of neat, beautiful sketches. The first page was a beautiful pencil sketch of myself and Pan. It was of the wallet sized picture. I picked it up and looked at it thoughtfully. I knew that Pan wasa great artist but this picture was amazing. It looked like a copy of the picture in black, gray, and white. Everything was exact. My hair, her smile.
I flipped the page and found myself staring straight into my own eyes. She'd drawn a sketch of me. I studied the picture, not recalling if I'd ever taken a picture looking so relaxed. My hair was back in a ponytail and I was wearing my training clothes. It looked like I was reclined on a rock. My mind went momentairly fuzzy as I tried to remember ever taking a picture like that. My eyes blinked open and immediately I remembered that day. Myself, Pan, Goten, and Bra had went out to train and Pan hand brought this book along claiming she had to do a sketch for class!
I smirked and thought to myself, 'She sketched me for her class...'
With a small laugh I continued flipping through the pages. Most were of landscapes but a few were of our family, myself, Goku, or her mother and father. I flipped all the way to the back and noticed some loose papers. Three were of trees, creeks, and a field but the fourth one was the one that intrigued me. It was Pan. She drew a self-portrait of the day she went to her Junior prom. The dress clung to the top half of her figure and flowed gloriously outward, her hair was pinned up and curls lie here and there. I still remember that day. That was the only day I've ever seen Pan in a dress.
I put the loose papers back and put the pictures of myself, Pan, Goten, and Bra inside at the front cover. I layed the book down on the bed as I stood and made my way over to the closet, it was Pan's bigest hiding spot for things she didn't want anyone to find. I was the only one that knew about it, thats why she wanted this room so bad when she first stayed. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a few of Pan's shirts and pants hanging there and a pair of her old sneakers were threw carelessly on the floor. I knelt down and looked for what I needed.
There it was; the lose piece of wood. I pulled it away, gently, and looked in the hole. There was something shaped like a box in there. Carefully, I reached in and plucked it from its position then sat it down on the floor in the middle of the room.
"Trunks?"
My eyes widened as I heard my mother call for me. I swiftly went to the door and shut it.
"Trunks are you up here?" she called out again.
I picked up the box and notebook and sat down in the closet and pulled the door shut. 'Great, I'm hiding from my own mother.' I almost snickered at the thought. The adrinaline rush made me feel like a kid again and I did have to admit, it was kinda fun.
After about another minute I heard her give up and walk back downstairs. This time I wouldn't waste time so I crawled out of the door and went to my room. When in safety, I put Pan's notebook on my own desk and put the shoebox under my bed. Mother wouldn't realize that those weren't mine, it's not like she really comes in here much anyways. I ran my thumb across the notebook one more time before walking back to Pan's room.
*Pan's POV*
'Trunks why did you have to agree, you could have lied. You could have told them that you thought I would make it, even if you thought I wouldn't.' I wiped my eyes and squeezed the pillow tighter. Tomorrow I would be arriving at my new home. Just knowing that made me want to die. I just wanted to be with Trunks. I wished he would hear me, I wished he would just give me time to tell him how I felt. 'I knew you would never love me. But couldn't I have kept a place in your heart? Will you even miss me a little?'
*Trunks' POV*
'Trunks why did you have to agree, you could have lied. You could have told them that you thought I would make it, even if you thought I wouldn't.'
"What?" I looked around Pan's empty room. "Who's in here?" I looked around again, more frantically. The voice I kept hearing. It was.. "Pan?" My heart lunged in my chest.
'I knew you would never love me. But couldn't I have kept a place in your heart? Will you even miss me a little?' The voice kept talking, as if it couldn't even hear a word I was saying. But I heard everything it was saying.
"Pan," I whispered and ran to the window, hoping she was outside. "Pan?" I looked around outside. I tried to sense her ki. But I couldn't, she was no where near me and yet I was still hearing her. Frowning, I shook my head, the voice was plain as day. 'Kami, your going insane,' I shook my head again as I scolded myself and looked around one more time.
*Pan's POV*
'Kami, your going insane,'
When I heard the voice, I fell off my bed and my heart rate bumped up to about 250 beats per minute. "T-Trunks?" My hands were shaking nervously. I heard his voice clear and plain. But how, he's so far away. Tears started streaking down my face as I stood there, this incident wasn't going to make me feel any better about him letting them just give me away.
*Trunks' POV*
I ran a hand through my own hair and sighed, I desperately needed Pan back. Being without her was making me think I heard her voice. I can't take this anymore. I have got to get her back somehow.
"Dende," I spoke softly to myself. Sure Goku had already tried, but I wasn't going to give up there. He would help me, I hope.