A/N: So, I know I have three stories in progress, but I'm feeling really down and I don't have that much motivation (possibly due to A-Level results day being this week), so I had this idea when I went out for tea last night, and I decided to just write it, so here we go. It's in Darien's perspective and he and the girls aren't Sailor Scouts/Tuxedo Mask, but all know each other. I don't envision this being very long, definitely under ten chapters. Enjoy!

hsx

CHAPTER 1-

I yawned as entered the Crown gaming centre. It had been a tiring day at high school, and I was sure talking to my best friend would de-stress me. I walked past the arcade games and towards the back of the shop where the food bar was, seeing Serena sat with a milkshake she hadn't touched yet, her head down. Andrew was nowhere in sight, so I sat down next to the ditz and began to tease her. 'Good afternoon, meatball head.' She looked up at me, her eyes bloodshot, and I instantly regretted calling her that.

'I do have a name, you know!' She burst into tears and ran out of the gaming centre, bumping into Andrew as he rounded the corner from some of the arcade games.

'What the hell did you do to her, Darien?!'

'I only called her meatball head. What's wrong with her anyway?'

'I don't know. She's been in here half an hour now and hasn't spoken a word other than to ask me for a milkshake. Which she hasn't drank.' He sighed and picked it up off the counter, taking it to the sink. 'Will you go after her please?'

'What? Why me?'

'You're the one who made her cry!' I groaned and left the centre: so much for talking to Andrew to relax me. I began walking around, trying to spot her. Serena couldn't have been that hard to find, what with her still being in her school uniform and because of her hairstyle. After ten minutes of walking, I saw Amara and Michelle in their car and waved them down.

'What can we do for you, Darien?' Asked Amara.

'I'm looking for Serena. Have you seen her?'

'She was sat in the park crying a few minutes ago. She wouldn't tell us what was wrong though.' Michelle sighed and shook her head.

'Okay, thanks.'

'Wait, why do you want to know?'

'I'll tell you later.' I ran down the pavement and to the park, seeing Serena sat on a bench with her back to me. After I got my breath back, I walked towards her and rested a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me, but shrugged out of my touch.

'Go away, Darien.' She stood up to leave but I grabbed her hand.

'I'm sorry for calling you meatball head, Serena.' She turned around as I called her by her first name. 'I didn't mean to make you cry, but surely me calling you that wouldn't make you run off like the way you did. Do you want to tell me what's really wrong?' She began crying again, but didn't try to run off. What was I supposed to do when a girl cries?! Still not completely sure, I sat her back down on the bench and hugged her, which she surprisingly didn't try to pull away from. 'What it is, Serena?' I asked when her sobs subsided a little.

'My parents keep on arguing, and I heard my mum on the phone the other night and she says that she wants a divorce. Rei keeps on having a go at me, calling me a ditz and meatball head, and she won't stop, and I can't concentrate at school because of all of this.' She cried harder and clung onto my shoulders, and I wrapped my arms around her, this time because I felt sorry for her, not because I felt I had to.

'I'm sure it'll work out, Serena.'

'You can't say that.' She pulled away from me and I handed her a tissue to wipe her eyes. 'Thanks.'

'Well, I can help you with the school work.' Her blue eyes shone as I said this.

'Really?' I nodded. 'Are you sure? You hate me.'

'No, I don't. You were just easy to wind up. Of course I'll help you.' She smiled and stood up.

'Thanks, Darien. I need to get home, my dad will be wondering where I've been. I'll see you later.'

'Bye, Serena.' She left the park and I sighed. Andrew said go and apologise, not to help her sort out her problems. There must be something wrong with me.