Troy sat at his kitchen table. he had been sitting there since Mou and Chad left.
"...should have kept it to myself" troy thought to himself, regarding Hyomin knowing his secret."after all this, all my time i put into this stupid plan, they just wanna take me out?" he continued to converse with himself."it might not be a student, it could be anyone.." Troy said mocking what Mou said imitating his voice."then why put me in the school to begin with? cause you knew damn well the school was where the first trace appeared! ok so if its not a student it could be a teacher! but the key factor is the school!!!" Troy was getting louder and louder venting to himself.he realized he was probably looking silly, and tried to relax."they cant take me out. not yet.... not yet." Troy said calming himself. "not after coming so close."he thought for awhile."hockey.. if they resume the school sports... then i have a shot." Troy said having an epiphany...just then troy heard a knock on his door."its open" he said with a bit of apathy. he didn't even turn to see who it was, expecting it to be Mou or Chad again.
"am i intruding?" said Eunjung, shocking Troy.
"eunjung? what are you doing here?" troy asked
"i was out with boram, and i wanted to show you something." eunjung said.
'what is it?" troy asked cocking his eyebrows
"come outside." eunjung said taking him by the wrist.eunjung dragged him outside and threw her arms out revealing a car.
"ta~daaaaa!" she said excitedly.
"a car?" troy asked. it looked somehwat familiar.
"it was Jangs. his parents let me have it." eunjung said with a bright smile. "i know i said id take you when i went to return some stuff and whatever but i went today after school and when i was there his parents just let me have it! pretty cool right?"
"yea, that was nice of them." Troy said nodding in agreement.
"and i want to trade you." Eunjung added suddenly. troy looked up at her.
"trade..... what?" troy asked confused.
"ill give you this car for your moped." Eunjung said with a very serious look in her eye.
"what, i cant do that and why would you even want to?" Troy asked
"i don't know. i mean yea i want a car, but it reminds me of Jang. it smells like him and i have memories in it." Eunjung said.
"it sounds important to you! you should keep it!" Troy urged her.
"no Troy, you don get it, i don't want to be reminded. its painful enough." Eunjung said sadly.
"Eunjung, you cant keep going on like that." Troy said going over to her and putting his hand on her shoulder. "how can i say this...... like, i know you miss Jang. i know it hurts. but you cant just forget him. thats not what you want. thats not what he would want. you have to remember the happy times, and smile."
"i try and i just always end up crying and wanting him back here with me." eunjung said getting teary eyed.Troy didn't really know what to say or do to make her feel better. there really was no magic thing he could do to make her feel better. as he tried to comfort her, he noticed a suspicious car parked down the road. it looked a lot like the type of car Mou drove. was he still watching? as he examined it from a distance, a cold wind blew across his skin reminding him of Eunjung.
"come inside its cold." tTroy said suddenly to her leading her inside. he shut the door behind them and shut his blinds on the windows.
"im sorry Troy." Eunjung said wiping her nose on the back of her hand.
"Eunjung, losing someone is hard. i know exactly how you feel. and i wish i could say it gets easier, or the pain goes away. but, it doesn't really. you always live with the hole the person left inside you. a hole that no matter what, cant be filled or closed. but you cant let that hole suck everything up." troy said, hoping to instill something positive in Eunjung.
"you say some pretty deep things sometimes." Eunjung said. "like at Jangs vigil."
"so, thats it you feel better?" Troy asked hopefully
"of course not Troy! you think that's just gona make me feel better?" Eunjung exclaimed.
"no i didn't but, not right away anyway. whatever its not important." Troy said shaking his head. "whats important is, like i said you have to just, remember Jang and the fun you had. and instead of thinking like its over, be happy you had the experience in the first place. laugh, smile. Jangs memory should inspire you. what he did for you everyday and the day he left us. you have to go on and be happy, for him."
Eunjung looked down on at the floor. she didn't say anything for awhile."Troy, you really are a mysterious person." she said sniffling.
"whats that supposed to mean?" Troy said getting nervous.
"you're so, laid back, and a little awkward and goofy, but behind all that you are .. really smart, and brave." Eunjung said taking his hand. "like you're more.. experienced, wiser than a kid your age."
"you see a lot in the city i guess." Troy said uneasily.
"but you're right, you know, about Jang." Eunjung said looking directly into his eyes. "you are here for me, and looking out for me, and you spoke for Jang at the vigil. you did all that despite the fact we weren't very warm to you at first. you are a good person, a special person, Troy."
"i'm not that great." Troy said sitting down next to her on the couch. "in fact im very far from it."Eunjung leaned up against troy and smiled.
"so, will you be mad if i no longer want to trade?" Eunjung said looking over her should at him."i wasn't going to take Jangs car from you even if you left the keys here." Troy reassured her. Eunjung nodded.
"thank you Troy." she said sitting up. "i guess i better go now, huh."
"actually, i know this is gonna sound odd but, i want you to stay here." Troy said sitting up with her.Eunjung turned her head slowly"its just, you're emotional, and .. and... i think there's a storm coming, there was some chilly gusts out there." Troy said making up excuses. he couldn't tell her she might be under surveillance. she looked at him a bit skeptical, but still had a slight smile on her face.Troy sprung up from the couch."so, yea id really like it if you stayed, you can have the bed, ill take the couch. you can sleep in one of my shirts and wash your uniform, i have a washer and dryer and yea it wont be a problem but lets try not to tell Soyeon cause i dunno it just might sound weird now that we are kinda dating." Troy said rambling and walking fast around her.
"Troy, Boram stayed here before, i know its alright." Eunjung said.
"good then, i feel much better knowing that." Troy said taking a deep breath and exhaling. "ill see if i have anything you can sleep in. do you want like a loose shirt? or...?"
"whatever you have is fine." Eunjung said. Troy went to his bedroom and rummaged through his dresser drawer to find a t-shirt. he pulled out a regular old black t-shirt that was a bit wrinkly. he tossed it over to Eunjung, who caught it."thanks." she said.
"no problem. just don't snoop around my things please." he said smirking."i won't troy!" she said cheerfully. "but its okay to have sexy pictures of women, its healthy for boys your age. good night!"
"haha. right. good night." he said closing the door behind him. he went out to the living area and turned off all the lights. he crept over to the front window and looked outside, to see if he could see the suspicious car from there. he couldn't really see it from the angle he was at."do they not think im doing a good enough job?" Troy asked, himself. "if they were sending me help, you'd think they let me know.... do they not trust me... i just don't get it."
Troy slumped into his couch. "how would they even know who to look for. do they have a tail on every kid at school?... unless the day Mou came to the party... he was getting a good look at some potential marks too... he said it himself, he questioned my priorities from the start so it makes sense.."Troy rolled over onto his stomach and yawned. "and i cant blame him at all for that." he sighed as he closed his eyes to go to sleep. "or maybe im just paranoid."
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You're My Target
Fanfiction[t-ara fanfic] original description from when i began writing it on the diadem forum many moons ago: the story revolves around character named Troy who transfers from a city to a small town school. he transfers to be a part of their highly decorate...