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You were addicted to music, that was no secret.
Anyone who knew you, knew that. Almost all the time you were listening to music, either with your earphones, headphones, phone, iPod, tiny speaker, and on your portable radio. You carried all this stuff with you everywhere.
It was pretty ironic, you didn't talk much, not even to your friends but you were always singing or humming.
You did it unknowingly, it's like you just couldn't stop from releasing the sweet sound from escaping your lips. And damn did you have a voice.
One minute you could sing soflty and the next you were busting out some heavy af rock and roll.
The school's choir asked you multiple times to join but you always politely denied. No one knew why, you loved music, you had a unique talent and yet you didn't share it with the world, only to those around you.
You were pretty weird, in a good way.
And your fashion sense, dear Lords.... It depended on what track you chose to hear that day.
If you were busting out some country, you would wear a flannel shirt with some cowboy boots and a noticeable belt.
If you were listening to some punk rock, then you took out your brown leather jacket along with a band shirt and some skinny jeans, boots required.
And if you straight up blasted some rock and roll all you wore that day was black. Black skinny jeans, black shirt, heavy black boots, and to add to the vibe, some mascara and eyeliner.
Yes, you were band trash.
Another quirk about you was that you memorized every song there was. Literally.
The beat, the notes, melody, and lyrics.
It was as if you were the goddess of music herself.
Teachers gave up on you, they just let you be. Throughout the whole day you'd listen to music even during class. They'd take away your phone and headphones only to see you pull out your iPod and earphones. You always came prepared. You had hidden earphones everywhere. Your locker, backpack, pockets, every pocket on you, your shoes, your bag, your pencil box, your bra....
It's not like your grades were bad, they were average. And you always managed to take notes so there was no harm in letting you be.
Sure you got some haters behind you because they were jealous but you ignored them.
Thing was, the class sort of got a benefit out of it. While everyone was assigned class work you sang quietly.... At least you thought you were quiet. It all depended on what you heard.
Everyone would hear you control your voice to make it sound like the singer, and to make it in a specific volume. One time you surprised everyone when you did a whistle tune. Even professionals had to use the machine to reach that.
Which brings us to now. Math class was in session and you -as always- were singing as you worked away at finding the slope to the question
"Some legends are told some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries,"
Trunks turned his head to look towards you as a smile appeared on his face. He was two seats away towards your left and the person who sat between you both was conveniently absent.
He watched your face that had been formed into pure concentration before, suddenly ease up as a goofy smile adorned it.
"Just one mistake, is all it will take
we'll go down in history,
Remember me for centuries,"
You began humming the melody that followed after. Finally Trunks focused all his attention towards you and began staring.
Unbeknownst to him you noticed but didn't mind. You were used to it by now.
"Mummified my teenage dreams,
No it's nothing wrong with me,
The kids are all wrong,
The stories are off,
Heavy metal broke my,"
You banged your fist against the table twice.
"*Thud*
*Thud*
Heart!"
People around laughed at that including the teacher but you didn't hear.
"Come on come on and let me in,
the bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints,
And this is for the match
The darkness that you felt
I never meant for you to-"
Suddenly you stopped, removed your earphones and looked at Trunks.
Everyone looked at you puzzled as to why their human radio stopped, you never did.
Trunks gasped sharply, when your gaze was solemnly on him.
'Look away dumbass!'
His head shouted at him. He was about to oblige, but the smile on your face had him stay in place.
"You know, we only have 10 minutes to finish this worksheet. I don't think you'll get to finish if you keep on staring at me like that... And close your mouth, you may catch flies."
Your voice edged with humor and told him that you were teasing him.
His face turned a rose color and he nodded. You laughed silently and reached over to his side. His eyes remained on yours and he felt butterflies in his stomach when your fingers touched the end of his jaw and lifted it gently. The action caused his mouth to close, and his face to explode in full red.
"There,"
You said and sat back in your seat. You looked at him for a second longer and went back to plugging your earphones in your ears.
"And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name
Cause I was only born and inside my dreams
Until you die for me
As long as there's a light
My shadow's over you
Cause I am the opposite of amnesia...."
Trunks zoned out as his mind began to wander off in thoughts of you...
=^=^=^=^=^=^=^=^=^=^=
Yes, there will be a part 2... Just let me think what it'll be about because I honestly don't know what I'm doing.
The song you're singing is 'Centuries' by Fall Out Boy
Im almost done with some requests some of you have been sending/ private messaging me, i just have some major editing to do
Next one shot will probably be a Gohan one
-diabonicalgirl
Anyone who knew you, knew that. Almost all the time you were listening to music, either with your earphones, headphones, phone, iPod, tiny speaker, and on your portable radio. You carried all this stuff with you everywhere.
It was pretty ironic, you didn't talk much, not even to your friends but you were always singing or humming.
You did it unknowingly, it's like you just couldn't stop from releasing the sweet sound from escaping your lips. And damn did you have a voice.
One minute you could sing soflty and the next you were busting out some heavy af rock and roll.
The school's choir asked you multiple times to join but you always politely denied. No one knew why, you loved music, you had a unique talent and yet you didn't share it with the world, only to those around you.
You were pretty weird, in a good way.
And your fashion sense, dear Lords.... It depended on what track you chose to hear that day.
If you were busting out some country, you would wear a flannel shirt with some cowboy boots and a noticeable belt.
If you were listening to some punk rock, then you took out your brown leather jacket along with a band shirt and some skinny jeans, boots required.
And if you straight up blasted some rock and roll all you wore that day was black. Black skinny jeans, black shirt, heavy black boots, and to add to the vibe, some mascara and eyeliner.
Yes, you were band trash.
Another quirk about you was that you memorized every song there was. Literally.
The beat, the notes, melody, and lyrics.
It was as if you were the goddess of music herself.
Teachers gave up on you, they just let you be. Throughout the whole day you'd listen to music even during class. They'd take away your phone and headphones only to see you pull out your iPod and earphones. You always came prepared. You had hidden earphones everywhere. Your locker, backpack, pockets, every pocket on you, your shoes, your bag, your pencil box, your bra....
It's not like your grades were bad, they were average. And you always managed to take notes so there was no harm in letting you be.
Sure you got some haters behind you because they were jealous but you ignored them.
Thing was, the class sort of got a benefit out of it. While everyone was assigned class work you sang quietly.... At least you thought you were quiet. It all depended on what you heard.
Everyone would hear you control your voice to make it sound like the singer, and to make it in a specific volume. One time you surprised everyone when you did a whistle tune. Even professionals had to use the machine to reach that.
Which brings us to now. Math class was in session and you -as always- were singing as you worked away at finding the slope to the question
"Some legends are told some turn to dust or to gold,
But you will remember me,
Remember me for centuries,"
Trunks turned his head to look towards you as a smile appeared on his face. He was two seats away towards your left and the person who sat between you both was conveniently absent.
He watched your face that had been formed into pure concentration before, suddenly ease up as a goofy smile adorned it.
"Just one mistake, is all it will take
we'll go down in history,
Remember me for centuries,"
You began humming the melody that followed after. Finally Trunks focused all his attention towards you and began staring.
Unbeknownst to him you noticed but didn't mind. You were used to it by now.
"Mummified my teenage dreams,
No it's nothing wrong with me,
The kids are all wrong,
The stories are off,
Heavy metal broke my,"
You banged your fist against the table twice.
"*Thud*
*Thud*
Heart!"
People around laughed at that including the teacher but you didn't hear.
"Come on come on and let me in,
the bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints,
And this is for the match
The darkness that you felt
I never meant for you to-"
Suddenly you stopped, removed your earphones and looked at Trunks.
Everyone looked at you puzzled as to why their human radio stopped, you never did.
Trunks gasped sharply, when your gaze was solemnly on him.
'Look away dumbass!'
His head shouted at him. He was about to oblige, but the smile on your face had him stay in place.
"You know, we only have 10 minutes to finish this worksheet. I don't think you'll get to finish if you keep on staring at me like that... And close your mouth, you may catch flies."
Your voice edged with humor and told him that you were teasing him.
His face turned a rose color and he nodded. You laughed silently and reached over to his side. His eyes remained on yours and he felt butterflies in his stomach when your fingers touched the end of his jaw and lifted it gently. The action caused his mouth to close, and his face to explode in full red.
"There,"
You said and sat back in your seat. You looked at him for a second longer and went back to plugging your earphones in your ears.
"And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name
Cause I was only born and inside my dreams
Until you die for me
As long as there's a light
My shadow's over you
Cause I am the opposite of amnesia...."
Trunks zoned out as his mind began to wander off in thoughts of you...
=^=^=^=^=^=^=^=^=^=^=
Yes, there will be a part 2... Just let me think what it'll be about because I honestly don't know what I'm doing.
The song you're singing is 'Centuries' by Fall Out Boy
Im almost done with some requests some of you have been sending/ private messaging me, i just have some major editing to do
Next one shot will probably be a Gohan one
-diabonicalgirl
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WHAT THAT MOUTH DO TRUNKS??? XD