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Fanfic: Pan/Oob - A FRIEND AIN`T NO LOVER (2)
Chapter: Pan / Oob - A FRIEND AIN`T NO LOVER (2)
*** Well, do you still know me? I'm sorry that you always have to wait so long, but I just can't work under time pressure! * g * I think the 2nd part is a lot more exciting than the first (which doesn't have to mean anything!). In any case, write me a lot of clerks (can also be very short ones). Otherwise have fun reading, Your P. ("P" means "Princess" by the way) ***
Soaking wet and half frozen, Pan and Oob reached the Briefs' estate.
The party was already in full swing. Through a window, Oob could see Son Goku and Chi-chi, jumping wildly around, closely followed by Videl, Son Gohan, Son Goten, Pares, Boo and - at the very end of the Bolognese - Mr. Satan.
"Well, they seem to have had a lot already," joked Oob. Pan grinned. "Well, let's go, right ?!"
Pan and Oob danced exuberantly to the beat of the music ("Nessaja" by Scooter), getting wilder and more ecstatic, until they forgot everything around them; Pan, because she was totally into techno, Oob, because he could only concentrate on Pan, on her beautiful blue eyes, which more and more hypnotized him, pulled him deeper and deeper into a dangerous spell that he could no longer escape.What was the matter with him? Desperately he tried to focus on something else, but he just couldn't tear himself away from Pan. She was so indescribably beautiful. She was unique. She was...
'She's your best friend, you idiot,' Oob said to himself, 'FORGET IT!'
"Is' what?"
Pan's words tore him from his thoughts. "I ... um ... me."
He noticed how Pan looked at him questioningly. 'Those eyes ... no! Hey, stop now! '
"I'm not feeling well," Oob lied and went to the kitchen as quickly as possible.
'What does he have? 'Pan wondered, and was about to follow him when someone tapped her shoulder from behind. She spun around, startled.
Behind her stood a handsome man who must be about ten years older than her. He was wearing a dark blue Capsul Corporation jacket and his lavender hair fell in strands over his face. (Well? Who can that be?)
"Trunks!Hey ", Pan greeted him happily" We haven't seen you in a long time. "
"Over six years, I think," added Trunks and smiled at her. "You grew up really big in that time."
"I trained in the space of mind and time for four years.", Pan explained, "The last time a few weeks ago with Oob."
"With Oob?" Trunks wondered. "Are you together?"
Pan said, shaking his head, "We're just good friends. That's all."
Meanwhile, Oob sat in the kitchen and tried to wash his mind down with a glass of sangria.
'What's the matter with me? This is crazy! Pan is almost like my little sister. That just can't ... That can't ... Oh, damn it! What am I thinking? I'm sure I'm just tired from training. That will be it. I should go home and ... '
"PAN !!!" From the living room one could hear horrified screams, "Pan, what about you? Get up! Get up!"Pan! Do you hear me? You're welcome!"
Oob jumped up reflexively and stormed into the living room. Pan lay motionless on the light brown parquet floor. Trunks knelt over her and shook her wildly. Oob was like it was all happening in slow motion. He saw Trunks open his mouth but didn't hear him scream. The only thing he heard was his heart pounding so fast that it was beating up to his throat. Thousands of emotions pelted him. He could no longer have a clear thought. Was she dead? She stopped moving.
"Why is nobody doing what?" He yelled at the other guests who had gathered around Pan and Trunks, "Call someone an ambulance, damn it! Are you all deaf?"
Everyone stared paralyzed at Pan. Nobody moved.
"Then I'll do it myself!" Oob ran to the phone. He took the receiver from the cradle and held it to his ear. A long hoot could be heard. He chose. It only toed briefly, at regular intervals.Somebody answered the phone on the other side. A friendly female voice rang out. Oob took a breath ...
*** So that's it for today. Unfortunately, I have to go to bed now (it's 11:20 p.m. and I have to go to school tomorrow), but I'll continue writing tomorrow. The third part won't be long in coming, I promise! Until then, your P. ***
Soaking wet and half frozen, Pan and Oob reached the Briefs' estate.
The party was already in full swing. Through a window, Oob could see Son Goku and Chi-chi, jumping wildly around, closely followed by Videl, Son Gohan, Son Goten, Pares, Boo and - at the very end of the Bolognese - Mr. Satan.
"Well, they seem to have had a lot already," joked Oob. Pan grinned. "Well, let's go, right ?!"
Pan and Oob danced exuberantly to the beat of the music ("Nessaja" by Scooter), getting wilder and more ecstatic, until they forgot everything around them; Pan, because she was totally into techno, Oob, because he could only concentrate on Pan, on her beautiful blue eyes, which more and more hypnotized him, pulled him deeper and deeper into a dangerous spell that he could no longer escape.What was the matter with him? Desperately he tried to focus on something else, but he just couldn't tear himself away from Pan. She was so indescribably beautiful. She was unique. She was...
'She's your best friend, you idiot,' Oob said to himself, 'FORGET IT!'
"Is' what?"
Pan's words tore him from his thoughts. "I ... um ... me."
He noticed how Pan looked at him questioningly. 'Those eyes ... no! Hey, stop now! '
"I'm not feeling well," Oob lied and went to the kitchen as quickly as possible.
'What does he have? 'Pan wondered, and was about to follow him when someone tapped her shoulder from behind. She spun around, startled.
Behind her stood a handsome man who must be about ten years older than her. He was wearing a dark blue Capsul Corporation jacket and his lavender hair fell in strands over his face. (Well? Who can that be?)
"Trunks!Hey ", Pan greeted him happily" We haven't seen you in a long time. "
"Over six years, I think," added Trunks and smiled at her. "You grew up really big in that time."
"I trained in the space of mind and time for four years.", Pan explained, "The last time a few weeks ago with Oob."
"With Oob?" Trunks wondered. "Are you together?"
Pan said, shaking his head, "We're just good friends. That's all."
Meanwhile, Oob sat in the kitchen and tried to wash his mind down with a glass of sangria.
'What's the matter with me? This is crazy! Pan is almost like my little sister. That just can't ... That can't ... Oh, damn it! What am I thinking? I'm sure I'm just tired from training. That will be it. I should go home and ... '
"PAN !!!" From the living room one could hear horrified screams, "Pan, what about you? Get up! Get up!"Pan! Do you hear me? You're welcome!"
Oob jumped up reflexively and stormed into the living room. Pan lay motionless on the light brown parquet floor. Trunks knelt over her and shook her wildly. Oob was like it was all happening in slow motion. He saw Trunks open his mouth but didn't hear him scream. The only thing he heard was his heart pounding so fast that it was beating up to his throat. Thousands of emotions pelted him. He could no longer have a clear thought. Was she dead? She stopped moving.
"Why is nobody doing what?" He yelled at the other guests who had gathered around Pan and Trunks, "Call someone an ambulance, damn it! Are you all deaf?"
Everyone stared paralyzed at Pan. Nobody moved.
"Then I'll do it myself!" Oob ran to the phone. He took the receiver from the cradle and held it to his ear. A long hoot could be heard. He chose. It only toed briefly, at regular intervals.Somebody answered the phone on the other side. A friendly female voice rang out. Oob took a breath ...
*** So that's it for today. Unfortunately, I have to go to bed now (it's 11:20 p.m. and I have to go to school tomorrow), but I'll continue writing tomorrow. The third part won't be long in coming, I promise! Until then, your P. ***