Hi! I loved writing the 100 drabbles and I missed writing little snippets with our favorite couple, so I've decided to write a few more! Hope you guys like them! R&R!

"Hey, Meatball head," said Darien, coming up to her. "When did you learn to juggle?"

Serena quickly caught the bean bag in the air and exchanged it for another.

"My uncle taught me yesterday," she said, still juggling the bags. "Do you know how to?"

"Throw me one." He waved with his hand, getting in position in front of her. As she threw him one of the colorful bean bags, he caught it easily.

With a few instructions, he was able to show they could both juggle all three bags between themselves.

"Whoa!" Serena laughed in excitement, careful to keep the game going. "How'd you learn this?"

"Picked up a few tricks at the circus," he said with a shrug.

"You were in the circus? What were you—a surly clown?"

"Ha. Ha." Darien mocked, rolling his eyes. "A few of the jugglers taught the crowd to juggle. It was pretty fun."

"Cool." Serena bit her lip, trying to keep up with the pace as Darien increased the speed. "What else did you do there?"

"Oh, the usual. Got sick on cotton candy, won a teddy bear, watched a guy swallow a sword. Oh—there was this weirdo there, though."

"You mean the mimes?" she asked, grabbing the bag he just threw. "Why would someone box themselves in?"

"Political statement?" he offered, shrugging. "Who knows. Anyway, it wasn't a mime. It was some fortune teller—"

"Wait—I thought you didn't believe in that hocus pocus. Why'd you go to one?"

"I didn't go to her!" He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "She just came up to me—it was weird. She was all I was pulled by a powerful source towards you. You have called me like none other before—she was really bizarre…"

"Hey, don't mock," said Serena, glaring at him. "You don't know what's out there. Maybe she can tell the future. She was probably warning you to save your life—like maybe a car crash you could avoid or something!"

"Pul-lease!" he said, rolling his eyes. "All she said was to find someone with a mark."

"Ooh!" Serena's eyes lit up. "Your long lost love or something?"

Darien hid a blush, grumbling inside at her perfect guess. "Something like that. My eternal love or someone along those lines."

"Sounds awesome! So did you get any other information? Name? An address?"

"Yeah, that would be convenient, wouldn't it? Darn—sorry—"

The bag flew crooked out of Darien's hand. Serena stumbled to catch it, missing it by centimeters. As the momentum was thrown off, all three bean bags laid on the floor.

"Here, I'll get them," said Serena, bending down to gather them in her hands. "So, what did the fortune teller say about finding her?"

"Oh, lay off it, Meatball head," grumbled Darien. "Like I'm ever going to find someone—"

"Egh!" cried Serena, standing up and scratching her forehead. "I think a fly came at me." She leaned in towards Darien. "All gone?" she asked, pointing at her forehead.

There Darien saw an indentation left by her nail.

He stared, blinking once to make sure he wasn't seeing an illusion.

A second blink.

Nope, still there.

This was no illusion.

"—someone," he whispered, "with a crescent mark…"

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Also, I'm not sure how many I'll write, so tell me a number you'd like to see!

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