Hello minna! It's me agian Nikki99 with another story
all you lovley SM fans out there. I got this story from
a book that I read once and I thought...hey! This whould
Make a great Serena & Darien story, I hope you agree and
who knows if I get enough e-mail I might do a sequal.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon... but I do own
Sailor Coon. Not that there's any Sailor Coon in
this story but if their was I would own him..her..
.it,*sweatdrop* well you get the point sheesh.
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Eveyone has a moment in their life that has become
eched into their memories, and sits in the back of their
head untill a random moment when it decideds to pop up and
remind you that it once existed and is still there. A
moment such as this decided to sneak up on me as I waited
for my friends Rei and Ami to meet me for luch at the Olive
Garden in Florida. I was about thirty minutes early, having
finished a meeting ahead of schedual for once when I saw
a little blond girl with a Mickey Mouse balloon.
You see it all happend when I was thirteen....I was
sitting in the lobby of the Contemporary Hotel at Disney
World. My dad, my stepmom, and her parents were shoping
for souvenirs in the stores nearby. All around, people
were milling about, sending a comfortable hum of voices
through the spacious atrium. The sun bathed the air with a
yellow glow, compleating the lush, tropical greenery. the
monorails glided and stopped, one after another, and a
peacefulness settled on the late hours of the busy day.
I was alone on a bench, watching the people. We'd been
at the Magic Kingdom all day, and I was tired. I noticed a
boy-a really cute boy- who was about my age. And he was
watching ME! Standing against a pole just watching me.
He had soft looking midnight black hair, beautiful
crealuen eyes and a wonderful smile, that he had directed
at me, of all people. He made my heart flutter with
excitment.
He suprised me by walking over and sitting down next
to me. CLOSE. He smelled good, so good that I've always
wondered what that smell was exactly. A nervous wave
washed over me as I struggled awkwardly to make conversation.
"Hi" I said.
"Hey," he said
A long pause. We both shifted uneasily on the bench.
"What kind of cologne are you wearing?" I finally
asked.
"I dunno," he said indifferently. "It's my
father's--musk or something."
He touched the balloon I was holding. A blue Mickey
Mouse balloon, I'll never forget it. Then he leaned over
and kissed me, a warm, gentle kiss that made me dizzy and
fuzzy-headed.
In that moment, I felt independent--like being "all
growm up." Perhaps that kiss sparked the woman inside me.
I tasted freedom and felt the soft flutter of romance in
my heart for the first time.
That was the end of the magical boy. Next thing I
knew my stepmom demanded to know why I kissed a stranger
in the lobby of a hotel after being alone for less than
five minutes. I don't blame her for being embarrassed,
after all I did it right infront of her parents. Truth
was, I really didn't know why or how I came to be kissing
a stranger. I just knew I liked it and that I was in alot
of trouble.
I spent the ride home in the back seat of the car,
my head resting against the window, gazing out quietly,
while holding my Mickey Mouse balloon close to my face.
The smell of that balloon kept me with him the whole way
home. And the feeling of his kiss stayed fresh on my heart.
I saved that balloon for many years. I don't know if
it was special to me because of the boy, or because it
represented a time in my life when I gained a new since
of independece, a magical coming of age.
Well It's been almost ten years and here I am still
thinking about that day and that kiss. I smile to my self
and shake my head, my gold tresses flying around me.
"Oh well," I say to myself, as I look at my watch.
"five more minutes to go."
I leaned back in my chair to relax when a wonderful
yet familiar scent assulted my senses. I turned around
to see a man sitting with his back to me, and once again
I have to ask.
"Excuse me, what's that cologne that your wearing?"
I ask tapping him on the shoulder.
A guy in his mid-twenties with midnight black hair
falling softly into his eyes turns around to me and
flashes a wonderful smile that goes all the way to his
eyes.
"I don't know," he responds "I can't rember the name,
....it's musk or somthing."
I looked deep into his crealuen eyes, no it couldn't
be.....could it?
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Well what do you think?
Love it?
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Should I do a sequal?
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Thanks to Cherie Pede who inspired this fic. Ja!