Summary: All the girls are part of a small singing group that only performs
for fun as well as going to college. All the other girls have each other
for roommates, but Serena arrives late and is stuck sharing a dorm with a
guy, namely the playboy on campus. Please be gentle with you reviews. This
is my first fanfic.
'thought' "speaking" +{{change in scenery}}+ (A.N.) author's words
Disclaimer: If I did own Sailor Moon, do you really think I'd be writing fanfiction? Nope. I'd be out on a shopping spree with a bunch of my friends. Therefore, the characters do not belong to me, but this story does. All the girls are freshies and Darien and the other guys are either sophomores or juniors.
Moonlight Sonata
+{{dorm room}}+
"ARGH!!" exclaimed a frustrated Serena as she set down the last of her baggage. She wished she had taken up her friends' offer to help her get settled, but being her stubborn self, she felt it would be impolite especially since they had all unpacked by themselves. 'Besides it's my own fault I got here so late, but I can't believe I got stuck on the co-ed floor. Plus, with my luck, my roomie will probably be some stuck-up guy that only cares about his looks and girls.' With that thought, Serena sighed. She had given up on guys last summer after finding out her boyfriend of two years had been cheating on her all the time that they had been together. 'Stupid guys! Always think the world revolves around them.' Looking around at her surroundings, she realized her dorm was actually pretty nice and neat. 'At least this guy doesn't live like a pig.' Thinking that maybe her roomie would turn out to be a nice guy, she walked around looking her new home. 'Wow! This kitchen is nice,' Serena whistled. Seeing as how Serena loved to eat and sleep, the kitchen and her bedroom were usually her favorite places.
But don't get me wrong. She's no longer a ditzy, food obsessed, whiny kid. No, no, our Serena has matured a lot since entering high school. She plays on the basketball and volleyball teams, helps out at shelters and orphanages, and gets good grades, which is why she's at college.
'Hmm. well I guess this is his room since it has all this stuff,' Serena thought as she looked around at the spotless white room. The bed was next to the wall and was adorned with red covers; there was a desk with a computer in the corner, and a radio on top of his dresser. (A.N. there's more in his room, but I haven't figured what else yet, so bare with me for the time being.) 'I'm surprised. I was sure this guy's room was going to be a pigsty. I guess I was wrong. Damn, this guy definitely has taste.' As she exited his room, she passed by the bathroom, which was between the two bedrooms. She peeked in and noticed it was pretty big with its shower (A.N. you know the kind where you just stand up, but there's no tub.) and whirlpool. All in all, the bathroom was sparkling clean. 'Man, and I thought I was neat freak.'
That was when she walked into her room. 'Oh my gosh! This is so much bigger than I expected. This is better than my old room back at home.' At that thought, Serena started feeling a little homesick, but brightened up when she thought of how much closer she was to achieving one of her life goals. (A.N. just in case you guys are confused, her life goal is graduate with high marks from college. One of my life goals, too.) She started picturing how she wanted to arrange her stuff in her mind. 'I think I'll put the bed in the middle, my radio next to my laptop on the desk, some books and a lamp on the bed stand, and maybe some of those glow in the dark stars on the ceiling,' she thought looking up. Happy with her little arrangement, she began lugging all her bags to her room.
As she lugged her last bit of baggage, she heard the door open. Thinking that she should probably say hello to her roommate, she went out to the living room. Putting her hair up into a messy bun, she headed out. As she went into the living room, she looked around to find out where her roomie had gone. Thinking he had probably gone into the kitchen, she walked in hoping to find him there. Opening the door and peeking in, she discovered that he was nowhere to be found. Starting to think that perhaps the door opening earlier had been a part of her imagination. She closed the swinging door and turned around to find herself face to face. or should I say chest with her roommate. She traveled up his chest, which by the way looked good even though it was covered with a white muscle shirt and plaid over-shirt, to his face which held sensual looking lips, dark ebony hair in messy spikes, and the most compelling stormy blue eyes she had ever seen. After being lost in his good looks for what seemed like an eternity, she finally forced herself to focus her ears on what he was saying after he kept having to wave his hand in front of her face.
"Hi." she managed to squeak out.
"Hey. Are you my new roommate?" the fine specimen of the male species smiled before her revealing his pearly whites. (A.N. if only he was real. sigh. lol)
Not trusting herself to say something stupid, all she could do was nod. 'I can't believe I'm acting like this. Didn't I promise myself that I was through with being hurt?' But all those thoughts flew away as he stepped closer to her smaller frame. 'No, I won't let myself be hurt again. The most my relationship with this guy will be is friendship.' Feeling a little more courageous after her little pep talk, she looked him square in the eye and said, "Hey. My name's Serena. And you would be. ?"
Surprised that she actually looked like she wasn't interested in him whatsoever (A.N. is that even possible?), he chuckled a little before replying, "Darien. Oh and don't be embarrassed that you were checking me out earlier."
Gasping with shock that this guy could be so conceited (sure he was hot but still.), he sneered in reply. "You actually thought I would check *YOU* of all people out. Please."
Looking at her as though he knew she was lying, she quickly added, "Besides, even if I was checking *YOU* out, I've seen better," while looking him up and down. Satisfied with seeing the look of unbelief on his GQ face, she sidestepped him and walked back to her room. As soon as she got inside, she looked at her mirror. 'Even if I was checking him out, it's not like I would have a chance with him. Just look at me,' she thought as she took in her messy hair in a bun, her thick glasses (A.N. you know the kind that granny kind that looks cool), her oversized shirt, and her baggy sweats. Actually, most guys would think of her as a sight to behold, but she usually doesn't usually dress like herself until she gets comfortable with her surroundings. 'ARGH! I look like crap, but that's okay since I swore off guys. Besides, he doesn't seem like the type of person who would get to know her instead of judging by look. Oh well. Maybe I'll go for a run and invite the girls over for an old-fashioned sleepover.' With that, she went out the door once more.
Looking for the keys she had hung on the hook by the door, she tripped over the bump in the carpet and fell into a pair of strong arms. 'Damn. Just my luck, I fall into the arms of the guy I've promised myself I wouldn't give the time of day.'
"Hey there, beautiful," Darien said and added his mega watt smile that would usually make all females of every race and age swoon. But instead of getting the normal reaction of a blushing beauty, she just stared up at him with a scowl on her face. 'Even when she's mad, she still looks like an angel. Wait a minute. Where'd that thought come from? I've only known her for barely an hour and already I'm falling for her. Well, I have to admit, she *IS* different from all the other girls I've met. She's actually not in love with my rugged good looks. Well, she'll just be another challenge.' With that thought, he smiled to himself thinking she would just be another conquest in his list of victories.
"Excuse me, but I think I can walk now. Would you please let go of me?" a voice interrupted his thoughts. 'Just like I thought, he's just like all the rest of them guys.'
"Oh yeah, sorry. It just seems that you were enjoying yourself in my arms," he said.
"As if. I have too much respect for myself to even consider you," she harshly replied.
'Yup, this will definitely be interesting,' Darien thought as she walked out the door.
A.N. soo. like it? Hate it? Too short? You know how you can help make it better? By reviewing. I'll even take flames, just don't be too harsh. I won't post any more unless I get at least 5 reviews. okay, okay. one review. ^_^ E-mail me at alwayzn4ever515@aol.com. Later n take care.
'thought' "speaking" +{{change in scenery}}+ (A.N.) author's words
Disclaimer: If I did own Sailor Moon, do you really think I'd be writing fanfiction? Nope. I'd be out on a shopping spree with a bunch of my friends. Therefore, the characters do not belong to me, but this story does. All the girls are freshies and Darien and the other guys are either sophomores or juniors.
Moonlight Sonata
+{{dorm room}}+
"ARGH!!" exclaimed a frustrated Serena as she set down the last of her baggage. She wished she had taken up her friends' offer to help her get settled, but being her stubborn self, she felt it would be impolite especially since they had all unpacked by themselves. 'Besides it's my own fault I got here so late, but I can't believe I got stuck on the co-ed floor. Plus, with my luck, my roomie will probably be some stuck-up guy that only cares about his looks and girls.' With that thought, Serena sighed. She had given up on guys last summer after finding out her boyfriend of two years had been cheating on her all the time that they had been together. 'Stupid guys! Always think the world revolves around them.' Looking around at her surroundings, she realized her dorm was actually pretty nice and neat. 'At least this guy doesn't live like a pig.' Thinking that maybe her roomie would turn out to be a nice guy, she walked around looking her new home. 'Wow! This kitchen is nice,' Serena whistled. Seeing as how Serena loved to eat and sleep, the kitchen and her bedroom were usually her favorite places.
But don't get me wrong. She's no longer a ditzy, food obsessed, whiny kid. No, no, our Serena has matured a lot since entering high school. She plays on the basketball and volleyball teams, helps out at shelters and orphanages, and gets good grades, which is why she's at college.
'Hmm. well I guess this is his room since it has all this stuff,' Serena thought as she looked around at the spotless white room. The bed was next to the wall and was adorned with red covers; there was a desk with a computer in the corner, and a radio on top of his dresser. (A.N. there's more in his room, but I haven't figured what else yet, so bare with me for the time being.) 'I'm surprised. I was sure this guy's room was going to be a pigsty. I guess I was wrong. Damn, this guy definitely has taste.' As she exited his room, she passed by the bathroom, which was between the two bedrooms. She peeked in and noticed it was pretty big with its shower (A.N. you know the kind where you just stand up, but there's no tub.) and whirlpool. All in all, the bathroom was sparkling clean. 'Man, and I thought I was neat freak.'
That was when she walked into her room. 'Oh my gosh! This is so much bigger than I expected. This is better than my old room back at home.' At that thought, Serena started feeling a little homesick, but brightened up when she thought of how much closer she was to achieving one of her life goals. (A.N. just in case you guys are confused, her life goal is graduate with high marks from college. One of my life goals, too.) She started picturing how she wanted to arrange her stuff in her mind. 'I think I'll put the bed in the middle, my radio next to my laptop on the desk, some books and a lamp on the bed stand, and maybe some of those glow in the dark stars on the ceiling,' she thought looking up. Happy with her little arrangement, she began lugging all her bags to her room.
As she lugged her last bit of baggage, she heard the door open. Thinking that she should probably say hello to her roommate, she went out to the living room. Putting her hair up into a messy bun, she headed out. As she went into the living room, she looked around to find out where her roomie had gone. Thinking he had probably gone into the kitchen, she walked in hoping to find him there. Opening the door and peeking in, she discovered that he was nowhere to be found. Starting to think that perhaps the door opening earlier had been a part of her imagination. She closed the swinging door and turned around to find herself face to face. or should I say chest with her roommate. She traveled up his chest, which by the way looked good even though it was covered with a white muscle shirt and plaid over-shirt, to his face which held sensual looking lips, dark ebony hair in messy spikes, and the most compelling stormy blue eyes she had ever seen. After being lost in his good looks for what seemed like an eternity, she finally forced herself to focus her ears on what he was saying after he kept having to wave his hand in front of her face.
"Hi." she managed to squeak out.
"Hey. Are you my new roommate?" the fine specimen of the male species smiled before her revealing his pearly whites. (A.N. if only he was real. sigh. lol)
Not trusting herself to say something stupid, all she could do was nod. 'I can't believe I'm acting like this. Didn't I promise myself that I was through with being hurt?' But all those thoughts flew away as he stepped closer to her smaller frame. 'No, I won't let myself be hurt again. The most my relationship with this guy will be is friendship.' Feeling a little more courageous after her little pep talk, she looked him square in the eye and said, "Hey. My name's Serena. And you would be. ?"
Surprised that she actually looked like she wasn't interested in him whatsoever (A.N. is that even possible?), he chuckled a little before replying, "Darien. Oh and don't be embarrassed that you were checking me out earlier."
Gasping with shock that this guy could be so conceited (sure he was hot but still.), he sneered in reply. "You actually thought I would check *YOU* of all people out. Please."
Looking at her as though he knew she was lying, she quickly added, "Besides, even if I was checking *YOU* out, I've seen better," while looking him up and down. Satisfied with seeing the look of unbelief on his GQ face, she sidestepped him and walked back to her room. As soon as she got inside, she looked at her mirror. 'Even if I was checking him out, it's not like I would have a chance with him. Just look at me,' she thought as she took in her messy hair in a bun, her thick glasses (A.N. you know the kind that granny kind that looks cool), her oversized shirt, and her baggy sweats. Actually, most guys would think of her as a sight to behold, but she usually doesn't usually dress like herself until she gets comfortable with her surroundings. 'ARGH! I look like crap, but that's okay since I swore off guys. Besides, he doesn't seem like the type of person who would get to know her instead of judging by look. Oh well. Maybe I'll go for a run and invite the girls over for an old-fashioned sleepover.' With that, she went out the door once more.
Looking for the keys she had hung on the hook by the door, she tripped over the bump in the carpet and fell into a pair of strong arms. 'Damn. Just my luck, I fall into the arms of the guy I've promised myself I wouldn't give the time of day.'
"Hey there, beautiful," Darien said and added his mega watt smile that would usually make all females of every race and age swoon. But instead of getting the normal reaction of a blushing beauty, she just stared up at him with a scowl on her face. 'Even when she's mad, she still looks like an angel. Wait a minute. Where'd that thought come from? I've only known her for barely an hour and already I'm falling for her. Well, I have to admit, she *IS* different from all the other girls I've met. She's actually not in love with my rugged good looks. Well, she'll just be another challenge.' With that thought, he smiled to himself thinking she would just be another conquest in his list of victories.
"Excuse me, but I think I can walk now. Would you please let go of me?" a voice interrupted his thoughts. 'Just like I thought, he's just like all the rest of them guys.'
"Oh yeah, sorry. It just seems that you were enjoying yourself in my arms," he said.
"As if. I have too much respect for myself to even consider you," she harshly replied.
'Yup, this will definitely be interesting,' Darien thought as she walked out the door.
A.N. soo. like it? Hate it? Too short? You know how you can help make it better? By reviewing. I'll even take flames, just don't be too harsh. I won't post any more unless I get at least 5 reviews. okay, okay. one review. ^_^ E-mail me at alwayzn4ever515@aol.com. Later n take care.