Disclaimer: I don't own anything Sailor moon except for my stories, ideas, and original characters.

Author Note: I know updates are really lagging, it's been a while. School is dominating my life though. I'm taking eight classes because I wanted a challenge, without a study hall for the year, and I screwed myself over. Between psychology and Honors Spanish II, I've been hit pretty hard. And I have both pictures tomorrow and an 80-some point Spanish map tests with like a billion countries, cities, capitals, rivers, and bodies of water, all in Spanish! And there's really like over 100 things I have to memorize but most of the stuff only counts as ½ a point! Urgh, Senior is killing me! Oh, debate too, reading like 10 pages every night and I have homework in every other class, it's crazy. I'll survive, here's the story.

Wrecked

Chapter Two

List of a Few Things I Hated:

10.) Strawberry Ice Cream.

9.) The mother on the plane who's baby was screaming.

8.) Getting driving tickets.

7.) Having my skirt tucked in my underwear.

6.) Having a thong too loose so it's uncomfortable.

5.) My period.

4.) Spiders.

3.) Acne.

2.) Bad hair days.

1.) Darien Shields.

"Serena, it's been a long time." Darien said, as if everything in the past hadn't existed. He was nice, like we'd been good friends even though he trashed my life and put me down. "I know we haven't had the best previous friendship...."

"Friendship? Is that what you call it? Darien you made every day so miserable for me. My ego was as low as can be. I had no self esteem. Everything little thing made me worry for fear that something would happen or I'd look so bad that kids would pick on me. I felt like complete idiotic ugly trash surrounded by beautiful smart girls! You were the rudest person I've ever met and my life would have been a million times happier without you! I demand you find a different seat!" I said with a growl.

"I know, I'm probably not on your list of favorite people," he began.

"You're the most hated person to me." I acknowledged.

"Okay, I see you're upset." I said calmly.

"That's an understatement!" I yelled as I spun and put my feet up against his arm, attempting to push him out of his seat and get him away from me with a glare in my eye, "Now, move!"

"You're causing an unnecessary huge scene." He said quietly, looking around awkwardly.

"I. Don't. Care!" I said truthfully, gritting my teeth. So maybe I was causing quite the scene. If he didn't want this big argue to happen than you should have just moved and it wouldn't have came to this. Giving up I jumped out of my seat and walked into the aisle, looking for a new place to sit. My search came up empty though and by the time I had turned back around Darien had snatched my window seat. "YOU BASTARD!"

"Miss, please sit down, we're getting ready for take off." The lady from earlier requested.

I sighed and dropped down into the seat beside Darien. I hated him, I really did, and there was absolutely no way he would ever get my forgiveness. My first time on a plane and we were about to take off. I was nervous and my stomach rumbled with fear. I wanted to puke with all my fear but nothing came up. My knuckles turned white from the harsh grip as the lift off was announced. The gum I was chewing didn't manage to do a damn thing, either. Part of me wanted to go to the bathroom but I was afraid something would happen. Like, if I left and something bad happened that I didn't know about. Or it I spun upside down while I was going. Now that would be the worst situation ever.

"Still nervous?" Darien asked.

"Yes, what's it matter to you?" I spat harshly.

"Just close your eyes and thing of good things."

"Like your death?" I asked sweetly, but with venom.

"C'mon, isn't that a bit dramatic?" he rolled his eyes.

"Dramatic! You ruined my teenage years! I was so self conscious that I stayed in my room almost every night and got paranoid anytime I was out because I was afraid to look bad and have somebody talking about me behind my back! I couldn't go past a laughing group of guys or giggling girls without feeling horrible! I cried every night because I was so afraid to embarrass myself further! You put me through serious depression. Actually, my agent sent me to a psychologist to talk about my problems and they had to send me to a psychiatrist to get medicine." I growled.

"Serena, I was really stupid then, and I didn't think it'd affect you that much." He said, apologetically.

"Darien, you were old enough to know better. I begged you to stop, and you ignored it. You knew what you were doing and you weren't even considering stopping. Don't sit here and look me in my eyes and lie to me, saying that you didn't know what you were doing. You had it all planned out to make my life a living nightmare. And after you, everything went downhill." I trailed off; thinking about everything that had happened and feeling tears come to my eyes yet again. I pushed them back and ignored the want to throw open the airplane door and drop from the plane, ending my life and everything that was wrong with it. But, I couldn't. I had escaped suicidal thoughts before, in much worse situations, and my life was starting to pick up.

"But, I regret it now." He said quietly.

"It doesn't make it any better." I pointed out.

"What have you been doing with your life though?" he asked, curious. "I mean, you look incredible. You still have that blonde hair and blue eyed appearance, and you still have your thin body, but now you actually have that hourglass figure. I never thought you could look like that. I mean, with the mosquito bites you had when you were younger compared to your chest now, especially... did you get plastic surgery? I noticed you still have the nice ass but when did the rest of you start to look like... this."

"The summer out of senior year, after everybody else had theirs years ago." I mumbled, not proud of my late start.

"Well, it was obviously worth the wait." He smiled. "So, is it?"

"No, Darien, it's not plastic surgery. I am real and yes, even my boobs are real." Some old lady gave me a disbelieving look and I gasped, pushing them up with my hands and leaning towards her, "You don't believe me! Touch them, they're real!" I bounced up and down in my sit, "See, they move! They're real, I don't you they were!" I yelled out rather loudly and she quickly turned her attention elsewhere.

"You're personality however, hasn't changed a bit." Darien laughed, watching me.

"Shut up." I spat.

"Hey, it's not a bad thing. Now, demonstrate that bouncing thing again, will you?" he smirked.

"In your dreams Shields." I glared.

"Oh yes you will be, but we can make it reality too." I came closer to me and I rolled my eyes, pushing him away.

"You're so rude. All you care about is sex and everything; don't you ever do anything nice other than complimenting a girl just so she'll sleep with you? Besides, we were on what I was doing with my life anyway. I'm doing modeling now, as well as creating art. I like the jobs, they never get dull and when I model I always get free makeup and clothes and everything out of it." I replied.

"Hey, I model to! I'm actually going on my way to New York City right now!" he smiled, excited. "To do a shoot with some babe."

"Um, what?" I asked, eyes widened. They told me that I would be modeling with a male, but Darien Shields? That wasn't about to happen, that wasn't going to happen! He was my worst enemy and now he could be considered my coworker. There had to be some mistake, maybe it was just similar projects but with different people. I didn't get to think much longer, because a warning came over the plane speakers and flight attendants went hysterical. Something was really, really wrong. My eyes got big and I looked at Darien, everything else forgotten, "Wha-What's happening?!"

"I don't know, but hold on tight!" he said, looking scared himself. The plane went out of control and fell to a drop, pulling down towards the Earth. I looked out Darien's window. There was all ocean. I was going to die. Maybe it was a good thing, maybe it was a bad thing. Everybody on the plane was freaked out and worried, they had a reason to be. The impact of the ocean shocked everybody, and I felt arms pull my head against a chest. A couple shards of glass flew past my shoulders, and the plane quickly began to sink and fill with water. We were dead, all of us, were dead.

Author Note: The next chapter is going to be kind of sad in some parts I guess. You'll see what I mean. It'll be flashbacks.