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Fanfic: Trunks, warum hasst du mich auf einmal? (teil23)
Chapter: Trunks, why do you hate me all of a sudden? (part23)
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have fun!!!
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Bra hid in her room the whole afternoon, Trunks was studying for school (ok, it might be stupid - but he'll graduate !! Well, that didn't fit in time either, but now it's just the way it is! ^^ ° °)
Bra wrote in her diary and thought of Trunks and Goths. So much went through her head. The beach evening, the party, and the argument with Trunks. It was starting to seem like he was jealous, but what? No, he is hardly in love with her, but what is it then? Perhaps the fact that Bra is falling in love and that he himself does not have such feelings? She shook her head and kept chewing on her pencil. She was lying on her bed, on her stomach, her diary in front of her, she moved her legs thoughtfully in the air. What was going on How complicated her life has been lately.What if he was really worried? “What nonsense!” She said to herself. Why should he? She would never hurt Goten, would she? She thought again. How much she wanted him! She had known him for so long and she knew everything about him, didn't she? Should she have been so wrong? Question after question.
We leave the room and walk down the hall straight into Trunks' room. He was sitting at the desk over his books. He bobbed his leg nervously, then leaned back jerkily, looked out his window and put his feet on the table. It was really windy because the big tree in front of the CC seemed to be suffering a lot. A summer thunderstorm? He looked at his books again. Rock boomed from his radio, he stood up firmly and turned it off. Worry lines formed on his forehead, Trunks sat down at the table again and took a pen in his hand, he started to write, then put it down again.He took a pencil and made the first beginnings of a sketch, but the pressure of his hand broke it in two. Again he leaned back and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and slowly opened them again. As energetically as two minutes ago, he got up again and left his room. He walked quickly down the hall, past the doors, then just before the stairs, stopped and turned to a door. He stood there and frowned again. His hand came to rest on the handle, but he didn't push it down. He pulled his hand away energetically and went down the stairs.
Behind the door, in the room, Bra was still lying on her bed. She got up and looked at the door, thinking she heard a noise. The door opened and Bra stepped into the hall. It was empty. Was that what she had just imagined? Her guilty conscience came back. Slowly she walked down the hall, growing in her hair as she did so.Her braid had loosened when she got to Trunks' room, her hairstyle was fine again, but she still ran her hair nervously. She should? Then her pride took over again. SHE hadn't done anything at all, if so then he has to apologize! She went stubbornly back to her room. Without the slightest idea that Trunks was no longer in his room.
There was still radio silence for the next few hours. Bra got hungry and went downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe there was still something left from her lunch. Arrived in the kitchen, Trunks was on the phone and ordered a pizza. Bra looked around, he had actually tidied everything up, nothing was left of their argument. Well, quarrel? Not really at all, actually. Bra stopped.
"A big pizza with half tuna and the other half salami, please." Tuna? - He didn't like tuna at all, Bra all the more.Did he also order for her? Trunks watched her out of the corner of his eye. Bra thought that she might still look modern, she walked quickly through the kitchen to the living room and looked in the mirror, everything was ok. Well, her eyes were still a little red, but not noticeable. She checked her appearance one more time in the mirror. Her favorite jeans and a white T-shirt, goes perfectly with her hair color, her braid had loosened again, Bra had enough and she pulled it out. Her long hair fell over her shoulder, she ran her fingers through her mane and looked at herself again in the mirror. How old has she gotten? Bra pulled himself together and went back into the kitchen. Trunks had just hung up and was looking at her. Bra held his gaze, Trunks was the first to see.
“Did you order for me?” Trunks walked past her.
"Sure, otherwise you will starve to death ..." Bra thought this statement was really cute, but Trunks hadn't finished talking yet.
"... and then I get a lot of trouble from father" She got in a bad mood again, but Trunks had already disappeared back into his room.
Bra was waiting in the living room.
The pizza finally came, Bra went to the door, not realizing that Trunks was behind her.
“So, here's your order!” Bra took the box with thanks and examined the delivery boy very carefully. He was really cute! Those beautiful blue eyes. She smiled at him flirtatiously, forgetting all about Goten. He seemed to return the look, but Trunks suddenly put his arm around Bra's waist from behind. She was completely confused. What was that supposed to mean? Trunks put his head on Bra's shoulder and looked aggressively at the supplier.
"Um ... that'll do ..." Trunks put a note in his hand.
“That's right.” And then he was gone. The door slammed shut and Bra was still standing there, both of her hands clutching the pizza box, Trunks took his head off her shoulder and his arm slowly moved away from Bra.She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at him questioningly, but he said nothing.
Trunks took the pizza from her, went into the living room and turned on the television. Bra sat down with him. Both ate peacefully and there was an uncomfortable silence between the siblings.
“What was that supposed to mean?”
" What?" said Trunks. Bra leaned back and tried to stay calm.
“The one at the door!” Trunks just looked at her quietly and continued to eat. Again nobody said a word. Bra switched through the channels but found nothing. She switched on a music station and tried another attempt.
"You're weird."
"I know" she paused. He knows it? He knows it?
"Is ... is it my fault?"
"Of course," she laughed, Trunks continued to eat.
"What did I do?"
"You are my sister, Goten is my best friend, you should keep your hands off him and everyone else too." Bra had to pull himself together.
"Everyone else?"
"At least my friends. And about that guy right now ..."
"Man! I'm 16! Flirting is still allowed!"
"* laugh *"
She shook her head, was it really impossible to speak normally to him. She suppressed her tears. Trunks got up and put the box away. Bra watched him go. Otherwise he was never like that. She went quietly to her room. Rain pelted the window and a flash of lightning appeared in the sky. Bra got goose bumps. She hated thunderstorms, she was always so afraid of them! She tried to distract herself and read a book.
have fun!!!
...............
Bra hid in her room the whole afternoon, Trunks was studying for school (ok, it might be stupid - but he'll graduate !! Well, that didn't fit in time either, but now it's just the way it is! ^^ ° °)
Bra wrote in her diary and thought of Trunks and Goths. So much went through her head. The beach evening, the party, and the argument with Trunks. It was starting to seem like he was jealous, but what? No, he is hardly in love with her, but what is it then? Perhaps the fact that Bra is falling in love and that he himself does not have such feelings? She shook her head and kept chewing on her pencil. She was lying on her bed, on her stomach, her diary in front of her, she moved her legs thoughtfully in the air. What was going on How complicated her life has been lately.What if he was really worried? “What nonsense!” She said to herself. Why should he? She would never hurt Goten, would she? She thought again. How much she wanted him! She had known him for so long and she knew everything about him, didn't she? Should she have been so wrong? Question after question.
We leave the room and walk down the hall straight into Trunks' room. He was sitting at the desk over his books. He bobbed his leg nervously, then leaned back jerkily, looked out his window and put his feet on the table. It was really windy because the big tree in front of the CC seemed to be suffering a lot. A summer thunderstorm? He looked at his books again. Rock boomed from his radio, he stood up firmly and turned it off. Worry lines formed on his forehead, Trunks sat down at the table again and took a pen in his hand, he started to write, then put it down again.He took a pencil and made the first beginnings of a sketch, but the pressure of his hand broke it in two. Again he leaned back and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and slowly opened them again. As energetically as two minutes ago, he got up again and left his room. He walked quickly down the hall, past the doors, then just before the stairs, stopped and turned to a door. He stood there and frowned again. His hand came to rest on the handle, but he didn't push it down. He pulled his hand away energetically and went down the stairs.
Behind the door, in the room, Bra was still lying on her bed. She got up and looked at the door, thinking she heard a noise. The door opened and Bra stepped into the hall. It was empty. Was that what she had just imagined? Her guilty conscience came back. Slowly she walked down the hall, growing in her hair as she did so.Her braid had loosened when she got to Trunks' room, her hairstyle was fine again, but she still ran her hair nervously. She should? Then her pride took over again. SHE hadn't done anything at all, if so then he has to apologize! She went stubbornly back to her room. Without the slightest idea that Trunks was no longer in his room.
There was still radio silence for the next few hours. Bra got hungry and went downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe there was still something left from her lunch. Arrived in the kitchen, Trunks was on the phone and ordered a pizza. Bra looked around, he had actually tidied everything up, nothing was left of their argument. Well, quarrel? Not really at all, actually. Bra stopped.
"A big pizza with half tuna and the other half salami, please." Tuna? - He didn't like tuna at all, Bra all the more.Did he also order for her? Trunks watched her out of the corner of his eye. Bra thought that she might still look modern, she walked quickly through the kitchen to the living room and looked in the mirror, everything was ok. Well, her eyes were still a little red, but not noticeable. She checked her appearance one more time in the mirror. Her favorite jeans and a white T-shirt, goes perfectly with her hair color, her braid had loosened again, Bra had enough and she pulled it out. Her long hair fell over her shoulder, she ran her fingers through her mane and looked at herself again in the mirror. How old has she gotten? Bra pulled himself together and went back into the kitchen. Trunks had just hung up and was looking at her. Bra held his gaze, Trunks was the first to see.
“Did you order for me?” Trunks walked past her.
"Sure, otherwise you will starve to death ..." Bra thought this statement was really cute, but Trunks hadn't finished talking yet.
"... and then I get a lot of trouble from father" She got in a bad mood again, but Trunks had already disappeared back into his room.
Bra was waiting in the living room.
The pizza finally came, Bra went to the door, not realizing that Trunks was behind her.
“So, here's your order!” Bra took the box with thanks and examined the delivery boy very carefully. He was really cute! Those beautiful blue eyes. She smiled at him flirtatiously, forgetting all about Goten. He seemed to return the look, but Trunks suddenly put his arm around Bra's waist from behind. She was completely confused. What was that supposed to mean? Trunks put his head on Bra's shoulder and looked aggressively at the supplier.
"Um ... that'll do ..." Trunks put a note in his hand.
“That's right.” And then he was gone. The door slammed shut and Bra was still standing there, both of her hands clutching the pizza box, Trunks took his head off her shoulder and his arm slowly moved away from Bra.She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at him questioningly, but he said nothing.
Trunks took the pizza from her, went into the living room and turned on the television. Bra sat down with him. Both ate peacefully and there was an uncomfortable silence between the siblings.
“What was that supposed to mean?”
" What?" said Trunks. Bra leaned back and tried to stay calm.
“The one at the door!” Trunks just looked at her quietly and continued to eat. Again nobody said a word. Bra switched through the channels but found nothing. She switched on a music station and tried another attempt.
"You're weird."
"I know" she paused. He knows it? He knows it?
"Is ... is it my fault?"
"Of course," she laughed, Trunks continued to eat.
"What did I do?"
"You are my sister, Goten is my best friend, you should keep your hands off him and everyone else too." Bra had to pull himself together.
"Everyone else?"
"At least my friends. And about that guy right now ..."
"Man! I'm 16! Flirting is still allowed!"
"* laugh *"
She shook her head, was it really impossible to speak normally to him. She suppressed her tears. Trunks got up and put the box away. Bra watched him go. Otherwise he was never like that. She went quietly to her room. Rain pelted the window and a flash of lightning appeared in the sky. Bra got goose bumps. She hated thunderstorms, she was always so afraid of them! She tried to distract herself and read a book.