Title: Say 'I Love You'
Author: Usagi San
Email: chiba_serena@hotmail.com
Genre: rom, alt
Rating: pg-13
Web page: www.angelfire.com/anime3/moonfanfiction
disclaimer: don't own sailor moon
AN: Hello readers! I know I haven't finished Irony and Happiness, and already I'm starting
on a new fic. Don't worry! I'll divide my time between these 2 fics and finish both of them. I
think you'll like this fic. I certainly enjoyed writing it! Please give me comments on how you
feel about this fic!
Prologue
Serena Lampert paced restlessly on the soft red carpet of the hallway. She couldn't believe
things happened so fast and so out of control. Nothing had gone right. In about 5 min, she
would be lugging her suitcases into the car of Neal Netherlend, and she would elope with
him, someone she barely knows. All because of one heated argument and stupid pride.
Tucking a strand of loose blond hair behind her ear, Serena stopped in front of an oval
mirror on the wall to examine herself. Masses of blond tresses tumbled to her waist, bright
blue eyes flickered with frustration, crimson cheeks almost as red as the soft rouge mouth.
she had worn a white blouse that loosely covered her upper body and a pair of blue jeans
that revealed a pair of long shapely legs. The pair of running shoes she was wearing
complained endlessly to the treatment of rubbing with the carpet.
The distant rumbling of car over dirt road alerted Serena the time: 10:00. She all but flew out
the door, catching sight of the black car stopping just in front of her house. The front door of
the car opened revealing a handsome man in his early 20s, with short brown hair and matching
eyes.
"Neal," Serena said quietly, her mind made up. She just can't leave with him. She can't
elope with him.
She doesn't LOVE him.
"I can't-," Further words were drowned out by another rumbling sound. another vehicle, this
time a rusty truck, pulled up behind the white car.
Serena's throat closed, and her heart leaped as she recognized the truck. How many times
had she seen the familiar truck stop in front of her house, it's engine coughing and spluttering?
Countless times.
Darien Westley got out of the truck and strolled calmly up to Serena, who had stood
motionless on the front porch. He snaked arms around her waist and without warning,
pressed his lips against her full ones.
Heat flared, breaths quickened: neither could push the other away. Darien's mouth slowed,
moving gently over Serena's. She felt like jelly, knees weakening and leaned into him for
support.
Neal, watching them, felt anger rising quickly. But he kept his face impassive, doing nothing
to stop the scene before him.
Finally, the two parted, both struggling for breath. Serena's red face contrasted sharply
against Darien's pale face.
"Don't go," The single command from Darien rang out in the silence of day, sounding like
music in Serena's ears. Her mind screamed, 'say it Darien! Say the 3 words that will
convince me to stay!'
'Say 'I love you!''
"I want you."
For a moment Serena simply stared. She saw an attractive guy, tall and slim. muscles were
shown off by the thin white shirt. The worn jeans fitted snugly over his powerful legs.
The words finally settled in her brains. He only wanted her for a bed companion, something
she had never agreed to because she had wanted to lose her virginity to her husband, on
her wedding night.
Since the first time she saw him, 3 years ago, she, 19, he, 25, she had fallen in love.
3 years.
Not enough for him to fall in love with her?
Abruptly, Serena jerked herself from his arms and slowly walked back into the house.
Seconds later, she emerged, holding a suitcase in each hand.
2 hearts shattered, silently and simultaneously.
No one said anything.
It wasn't until the car had disappeared did Darien finally climb into his truck and wept: his
heart had shattered.
"I can't do this Neal," Serena said slowly, closing her eyes tightly.
Neal tensed. "What do you mean honey?"
Serena felt dead, her heart strangely empty.
"I don't love you."
Curled up on the single bed in a small room in a hotel, Serena wept. Her pent up anger,
sadness, and loss streamed out. Tears she was unable to stop meandered down her pale
face. But the tears did nothing to ease the pain in her heart.
She felt hollow.
Alone.
Dead.
Her heart had shattered.
end of prologue
Well? Good or bad? I know my prologues are usually sad, but that's what gets my plot going!
Please, email or review. I really appreciate it.
Thanks!
-Usagi San
Author: Usagi San
Email: chiba_serena@hotmail.com
Genre: rom, alt
Rating: pg-13
Web page: www.angelfire.com/anime3/moonfanfiction
disclaimer: don't own sailor moon
AN: Hello readers! I know I haven't finished Irony and Happiness, and already I'm starting
on a new fic. Don't worry! I'll divide my time between these 2 fics and finish both of them. I
think you'll like this fic. I certainly enjoyed writing it! Please give me comments on how you
feel about this fic!
Prologue
Serena Lampert paced restlessly on the soft red carpet of the hallway. She couldn't believe
things happened so fast and so out of control. Nothing had gone right. In about 5 min, she
would be lugging her suitcases into the car of Neal Netherlend, and she would elope with
him, someone she barely knows. All because of one heated argument and stupid pride.
Tucking a strand of loose blond hair behind her ear, Serena stopped in front of an oval
mirror on the wall to examine herself. Masses of blond tresses tumbled to her waist, bright
blue eyes flickered with frustration, crimson cheeks almost as red as the soft rouge mouth.
she had worn a white blouse that loosely covered her upper body and a pair of blue jeans
that revealed a pair of long shapely legs. The pair of running shoes she was wearing
complained endlessly to the treatment of rubbing with the carpet.
The distant rumbling of car over dirt road alerted Serena the time: 10:00. She all but flew out
the door, catching sight of the black car stopping just in front of her house. The front door of
the car opened revealing a handsome man in his early 20s, with short brown hair and matching
eyes.
"Neal," Serena said quietly, her mind made up. She just can't leave with him. She can't
elope with him.
She doesn't LOVE him.
"I can't-," Further words were drowned out by another rumbling sound. another vehicle, this
time a rusty truck, pulled up behind the white car.
Serena's throat closed, and her heart leaped as she recognized the truck. How many times
had she seen the familiar truck stop in front of her house, it's engine coughing and spluttering?
Countless times.
Darien Westley got out of the truck and strolled calmly up to Serena, who had stood
motionless on the front porch. He snaked arms around her waist and without warning,
pressed his lips against her full ones.
Heat flared, breaths quickened: neither could push the other away. Darien's mouth slowed,
moving gently over Serena's. She felt like jelly, knees weakening and leaned into him for
support.
Neal, watching them, felt anger rising quickly. But he kept his face impassive, doing nothing
to stop the scene before him.
Finally, the two parted, both struggling for breath. Serena's red face contrasted sharply
against Darien's pale face.
"Don't go," The single command from Darien rang out in the silence of day, sounding like
music in Serena's ears. Her mind screamed, 'say it Darien! Say the 3 words that will
convince me to stay!'
'Say 'I love you!''
"I want you."
For a moment Serena simply stared. She saw an attractive guy, tall and slim. muscles were
shown off by the thin white shirt. The worn jeans fitted snugly over his powerful legs.
The words finally settled in her brains. He only wanted her for a bed companion, something
she had never agreed to because she had wanted to lose her virginity to her husband, on
her wedding night.
Since the first time she saw him, 3 years ago, she, 19, he, 25, she had fallen in love.
3 years.
Not enough for him to fall in love with her?
Abruptly, Serena jerked herself from his arms and slowly walked back into the house.
Seconds later, she emerged, holding a suitcase in each hand.
2 hearts shattered, silently and simultaneously.
No one said anything.
It wasn't until the car had disappeared did Darien finally climb into his truck and wept: his
heart had shattered.
"I can't do this Neal," Serena said slowly, closing her eyes tightly.
Neal tensed. "What do you mean honey?"
Serena felt dead, her heart strangely empty.
"I don't love you."
Curled up on the single bed in a small room in a hotel, Serena wept. Her pent up anger,
sadness, and loss streamed out. Tears she was unable to stop meandered down her pale
face. But the tears did nothing to ease the pain in her heart.
She felt hollow.
Alone.
Dead.
Her heart had shattered.
end of prologue
Well? Good or bad? I know my prologues are usually sad, but that's what gets my plot going!
Please, email or review. I really appreciate it.
Thanks!
-Usagi San