*** So, this is now the 1st part of my 2nd fanfiction. The first few lines may be a bit confusing, but you'll understand them once you've read the ending, which hopefully will be ready soon (I'll hurry up. I promise!). By the way, the story was created in cooperation with my little sister, Pan (of course it's not really called that!), Just for information. Well, I don't want to bother you any further then. I hope you like the story. Have fun!


Your P. ***








A FRIEND AIN'T NO LOVER




"Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt just to be in one and the same room? So much that you would have done anything for this - and only for this - person without even thinking about what then would happen to you? I would. I would have died for her without hesitation if she had asked me to. I would have granted her every wish just to see her laugh.She is so beautiful when she laughs.


And yet, I can't help it. She does not love me. That cannot be shaken, although - Dende knows - I tried, you can believe me. A sad story? I would say the saddest ever told. "






It all started in December 2010, just before Christmas. While Son Goku and the others were preparing for the planned festival, Pan and Oob trained like two possessed.




"It's cold, Pan!" Yelled Oob against the wind, who ruthlessly whipped his dark face. "Please, can't we continue tomorrow?"


Pan was by no means planning to stop exercising. Instead, she kicked her opponent in the stomach with full force, whereupon he was thrown against a painfully hard ledge.


"Urgh ... Pan, you could be a little more sensitive," he moaned while trying to get up again.

“Don't be in a queue now!” Pan stood in front of him and waited until he stood up again. "You mimosa," she grinned provocatively at him.


"Say that again!" Oob replied threateningly. He knew perfectly well that she just wanted to make him angry; Still, he didn't want to let that sit on him. "We'll see ..." he said quietly, and with a cleverly placed blow on her chest, pushed Pan into the soft snow.


"Oob, that's cold!" She screamed indignantly and shook the snow out of her hair.


"Well, Pani-mouse? Who is the mimosa now?" He laughed and wanted to help her up. A mistake with grave consequences, because the next moment she grabbed his arm and yanked him down so that he fell right next to her in the snow.


"Damn it." Slowly she turned Oob onto his back. His fringed mohawk was covered in snow and his clothes soaked. In addition, the wind was blowing harder and harder and it started to snow.

"Tomorrow we will be one hundred percent in bed with pneumonia," Oob said reproachfully. Pan rolled his eyes in playful annoyance and laughed.


They both lay there and looked at the individual snowflakes that trickled down on them.


"I'm cold," said Pan after a while. Oob saw that her lips were trembling.


"We should go home slowly," he said and tried to get up, but Pan stopped him. "I don't want to go home yet. It's far too nice to go now."


"But your lips are slowly turning blue!"


"Oh, Quark! I can easily take a little cold"


Oob smiled. Finally he took off his jacket and covered Pan with it.


"Aren't you cold?" Pan asked surprised.


"N ... no, g ... not at all", Oob shivered and pressed his arms protectively against his chest.


"Oh, you weirdo!", Pan replied and moved closer to him. She pulled Oobs jacket as far as it went over his body, trembling with cold, and pressed herself against him.Oob felt her soft skin warming his. A nice feeling, he thought and closed his eyes.








*** And? How is the 1st part? Yeah, I know, not much has happened yet, but that's coming, don't worry! I will continue to write very quickly, provided you haven't fallen asleep since the first part and really want to know how things will go on (i.e.: many many small clerks write, yes ?!)


Until then, your P. ***