A/N: Just a small one-shot. Not anything New Year-sy, but hey! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Naoko.
Notebook
A notebook.
That's all it seemed to be - just a simple notebook. Not important in the least.
Unless, of course, you saw it through Serena's eyes.
She could not, for the love of all that was good in the world, understand what made him work so diligently when he had that notebook with him. And it was not that she was... jealous or anything... it was just that - what kind of guy had a favorite notebook!?
It wasn't even a good-looking notebook, either. The covers were yellow with some company's name on it. The bottom box had the regular Name, Subject, Address, printed on it, and the back had a multiplication table and some units thingy. The only way you could tell apart that notebook from the rest of his notebooks was the big, red PRIVATE he had jotted down across the back and front of it. The ugly thing reminded her of his hideous green jacket that he insisted on wearing for God knew what reason.
Maybe it was a diary... or a journal! Yes... and all his secrets were stored between the plain pages of that... that... thing! Just like hers were.
She blushed at the latest entry she had written. It was, in fact, about the jerk himself...
Serena made a whimpering sound and glanced at his coffee mug. It was full... Not a single sip taken since he got it some two-hours-and-something-minutes ago.
Not that she had been watching him or anything. She had just heard him order it while she was conveniently seated next to him in a booth with her friends, sipping on her half-empty milkshake.
"Serena? Earth to Serena?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah!"
Ray glared down at the blond, and then rolled her eyes. "We're going to go to the park. Are you coming or what, Meatball Head?"
"Don't call me that!!"
Suppressing a sigh, Serena paid for her milkshake and waved good-bye to Andrew, then got up and made her way to the door. She turned, just before leaving, to look over her shoulder. He was looking at her, his deep eyes penetrating her. Gulping, she ran to catch up with her friends.
Chances were, after all, that she'd never know what lay within the depths of those white pages.
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Darien sighed and crossed out Serena's name, then proceeded to make another MASH table. It must have been his 30th one that day, and only two were in his favor - the one with him and Serena living together in a mansion with six children (hey, a guy could dream!) and another with him and Serena living together in a house with two children.
Of course, if anyone found out about what he held hidden behind these pages, it was instant blackmail. What 18-year-old man played MASH?
With a sigh, he began again with his favorite pass-time.
FIN
A/N: THANKS FOR READING! REVIEW!!!! HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!
For those of you that don't know, MASH is a game. Look it up on a search website.