Hey everybody! So I've decided to start this story because it's been playing over and over in my head like a rerun. And everyone knows about reruns, so I just decided to start a whole new story and since I've got my laptop back it's all good. As everyone knows I don't own anything except this plot line, and all rights belong to original owners. And this will all be written in Serena's point of view. OH! And Seiya will be in this story too but he's not a bad guy and yeah. So as a wise episode of Loony Tunes once said (actually it's every show they do) now ooooon with show!
Summary: Serena Tsukino is your average angst ridden teenager. Until her entire world comes crashing down. The week before she turned sixteen on her summer vacation she caught her mom having an affair with the neighbors pool boy, her dad's working all the time, her older brother ran away, and her younger brother is...well nobody knows what his problem is yet. Then she crashes headlong into Darien Shields, where he teaches her about love in the Florida heat.
Introduction:
Somewhere right now a heart is being broken, a couple is getting married, and a baby is being born. The point is life goes on. Nobody found that out better than my family and I did the summer I turned sixteen. Life before that summer was dreary, some might even say boring. However I realized, it was just a life, and in split seconds that life can be changed.
The summer I turned sixteen was also the summer bad luck struck my little family. The first thing my older brother, Seiya, ran away. He was my entire world; he was my hero, my rock when things were rocky. I looked up to him and one day I went into his room to wake him up for breakfast and he was gone. His room was just like he left it the night before, clothes neatly in a hamper, bed tidily made, and computer off. Mom wanted to file a missing person's report right away, but the police told us we had to wait twenty-four hours before reporting because we could have just made a mistake and he would come back home soon. We hoped so. Twenty-four hours later we filed that report. A day turned into two, two turned into three, days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and he still wasn't home. I missed him.
Daddy overworked himself in his grief. He was hardly home, and I missed him too. Seiya was his world too, the boy who had it all. He was the quarterback of our football team, had straight A's, a scholarship to Harvard, an amazing girlfriend who's a cheerleader who was also going to Harvard, and a supporting family. Which is why it was difficult to imagine why he would run away. Anyway we all had our ways dealing with the grief. Mom went places and was hardly home, visiting friends, shopping, working, and annoying the police are a few that I can think of. Daddy's was throwing himself into work, I can't remember the last time he worked so much. I saw him only a few times, and each time he looked like he could use a shower, shave and a nice long sleep followed by a three-course meal. The only thing I could think of to describe him was gaunt.
About three weeks after Seiya ran away, I caught my mother cheating on my father with the neighbor's pool boy. Yes the pool boy, who was about ten years younger than she was. I had actually come home from my friend Mina's place early, I was supposed to spend the night but forgot to pack a shirt so I quick ran home to grab a shirt since Mina lived about a block away I could run over to my house really fast instead of having Mom come an give the shirt to me. I should have had her drive over. If I did that at least I wouldn't have Mom begging at my feet not to tell my father, although I knew I should something broke inside of me seeing my mother crying on the floor. Not to say I wasn't angry with her because I was, in fact I was so angry when I caught them I threw a book at the pool boy. A hard-back book about three inches thick, and hit him right in the shoulder. So now I'm glad Daddy doesn't come around often because I don't think I could stand seeing his haunted face and not tell him about Mom, but if I told him I would feel like I was betraying my Mom. See the predicament I have myself into?
My little brother, Samuel Sam for short, is well I hope he's doing okay. The truth is nobody knows. Since Seiya left, he's been, really quiet and kept to himself. I'm not sure if he has any problems. I've been trying to take care of him since Mom and Dad have checked out of the family for a little a while, but it's hard. Especially since some days he'll come home looking all sad and depressed and say he was fine. I'm almost tempted to go into his room and snoop. Even though I know I shouldn't and that it's wrong to invade personal privacy like that. Just like I know I would be really mad if Mom and or Dad did that to me. I'm a big stickler for privacy. Despite all the problems going on at my house, that summer was my favorite, and one that I won't forget for a long time. All because of how Darien Shields crashed into my life. Or I should say how he crashed into mine.