How To Be A Heartbreaker (DBZ)

Anxious Endings: Part 2 of 2

"Though it felt as such a suffocating feeling to be near her, it felt nice." Thought the lavender-haired CEO as he quietly looked for a parking spot. Sliding into the empty spot close to the entrance he sighed as he slipped out of the car looking over to the blonde who smiled slightly out the window before she too got out of the car. "Surprise."

"The fair?" She asked, standing on her toes to see him over the roof of the car, slight confusion on her face.

Trunks looked down childishly before nodding as he circled the car. "Well yeah, told ya' nothing special." To which Marron arched a brow. "Too simple?"

Marron shook her head and smiled slightly, "Ah no-no, I'm just not a fan of rides really." Marron restated feeling like she came off to 'annoyed' which she actually really was, but of course, wouldn't want that to show. "Let's get a move on then." She quickly mumbled slinging her purse over her shoulder before shutting the door with her hip.

Stuffing his hands into his pocket's he shrugged and walked as she led the way. "How do you know where the entrance is anyway?"

"Because there's a huge sign over there..."

Trunks smiled sheepishly, "Right..."

The silence ensued before the indistinct chatter closed in on the ticket booth. Marron glaring at the fluorescent light shining on the dressed up teenage girl whom so boringly passed out the tickets, being as short as she was, she stood on her toes to fully see past the tall booth while Trunks looked down at her with a slight scoff and smile. "Didn't think you were so short." He hummed slipping in the money through the slot and given back two plastic cards.

Marron buried her arched brows and looked up to Trunks angrily, "Seriously, 'Child' card?"

Trunks smirked before walking through the entrance showing the man his card, Marron angrily tailing behind him before marching before him. "You're the same height as one...why not?" Before beginning to shuffle through the crowds. Turning his head to look down at the blonde he noticed her interest in the food carts. "Suggest you hold your stomach Blondie."

Blond brows quizzically arched, "...why?"

"You might throw up, obviously." He stated eyes rolled back. Looking back up to the crowd, he noticed the awkward stares between the two and ever so quietly slipped an arm over her shoulder, flashing a oh-so-dazzling grin. Once more receiving angry vibes from Marron. "Roll with it I already implied it for the rest."

"I don't need people to think I'm with you," Marron replied bitterly before Trunks held her even tighter to his side. The blonde smirked before she grabbed his hand, her nails digging into the skin. "Your move."

Trunks looked around smiling in discomfort he knew those nails would embed serious marks on his hand, yet he refused to let go. "Too bad."

Marron smiled bitterly as she awkwardly rested her head on his shoulder whilst applying more pressure to his hand as they walked whilst she looked at the many bright lights and hay stacks and a strong smell of hot cocoa lingering around them. The Christmas music that hummed across the crowd of hundreds or more. The booths of people shouting at her along with others. "Come on man, win a bunny for the girl." Some would state as they held up the adorable fluffy bunnies that were let free to roam around the ring.

Though Trunks scoffed tugging Marron along looking behind her shoulder, "She's got ten."

Other's would go ahead and bully him into winning a prize though of course, he wouldn't budge and only kept walking searching for the fast rides. Which, undoubtedly, he did find a ride with a surprisingly one-round wait. But the tosses and turns the ride made, sure enough, it made Marron queasy. "What's up Marron, you look pale."