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and thank you for thinking I own it.
A White Rose by: Red Potato
Part II of
The White Rose
'Lita's Rendezvous, now where could that be located at,' thought the
confuse Darien Terrence, 'I hope Beryl won't be at the place; it would
definitely be bad if she were there.' Darien decided he would call the
operator for the address of famous restaurant everyone has been raving about.
"Operator," a voice in the cell phone came about.
"Yes, could you please give me the address of the restaurant
called Lita's Rendezvous?"
"What district of Tokyo?"
"I have no clue, but I believe it is in the East Area of Tokyo.
Could you find out if the address I gave you is in the wrong area anyway?"
"Of course, please hold for a second." Sounds of typing could be
heard on Darien's cell phone. He didn't mind, his stomach was the one who
had minded. It growl, so how it growl, it growl so much Darien thought the
whole world would have heard it if it wasn't for that breakfast Mrs. Rose
made for him. "Sir?" the voice came back.
"Yes Ma'am," Darien assumes it was a woman because of the soft tone
the phone produced.
"The address for Lita's Ren-dez-vo-us," the woman said, not wanting
to misguide him for any other places, "The address is: 11487Nomanistachi
Avenue. It is in the East Area of Tokyo. Do you know the place is or
should I direct you to Direction Information Service?"
"No, that's quite all right. Thank you very much. Good-bye."
"Have a good-day too, Sir." He waits until the operator hangs up.
She did, and so did he. 'Nomanistachi Avenue, ah, I know where that is!' He
drove away in the practical car that he left in the morning with and went
to his destination. Nomanistachi Avenue was a bustling and striving part
of Tokyo. In fact, it was consider to be a place of residency where wealthy,
upper class. There, right in the middle of Nomanistachi Avenue was small
colonial scenery; Baroque architectural building, King George III tables
and oak trees surround the busy avenue. Lita's Rendezvous was just about
a block away from the colonial scenery and it seem that the restaurant
looks cozy and has a homely atmosphere from it, but that was Darien's
point of view from the outside. He has yet to see the inside, hopefully
he will.
Darien decided to sit outside and enjoy the oncoming and passing
by passengers. As he sat down, immediately, a young woman waits on him.
It was the petite blond he held the elevator door for this morning. He
didn't seem to recognize him.
"Hello Miss," Darien stated.
"Welcome sir to Lita's! What can I do to be a servant of
yours?" the woman said, but as she looks up, she realizes sit was the
young gentlemen that kindly held the elevator door for her. "Hey!
It's you; you were on the elevator right?"
"Yes, nice to meet you Miss…,"
"Cescil, Serena Cescil, and you are?"
"I'm Darien Terrence. It's Lovely to meet you Miss. Cescil." He
held out his hand as a western gesture of greeting. She gladly shook it,
"It's nice to meet you too! By the way, thanks for holding the elevator,
I don't know what I would have done if I had to walk 34 flight of stairs."
"You could have easily waited for the next available elevator."
"Yes I could, but I was late, and boy, was I late!" she laugh,
and he laugh at the comment. "Now quit stalling and order something, Lita
doesn't like to wait for orders, but seeing how much customers is coming
in right now, I think she will have a problems handling all these
customers," Serena flashes a bright smile and Darien was bewildered, he
quietly got his act together.
"Yes, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble thanks to me. I'll
have the, uh, well I don't know. What is the special today?" He looked
up at her, and Serena felt an emotion she never had before. She stutters
at first, but her speech got its act together.
"Well, our special is duck loran, chicken baste in peanut sauce,
with a hint of mint. I would go with the Laredo Pasta just to be sure that
I won't eat anything weird."
"I'll have the duck loran. Couldn't hurt to try anything new, right?"
"That's right. I'll be back with your order. Would you like anything
else to drink?"
"Yes, I just have the cappuccino." He handed her back the menu and
as she left, he look out to the ongoing passengers. He likes Serena, she's odd,
especially with the comical hairstyle, and it's reminded him of meatballs. She's
also very beautiful, but he have seen far more beautiful women than her. Still,
he likes her because Serena seems to have a great personality; easy to talk to
and she seems easy going. Her marine eyes indicated that she's innocent, but
what was he thinking? He just broke up with a woman today; he didn't want to
go out with another one on the same day. 'Take a chance. Go ask her out!'
said a subconscious voice. Darien can't, he didn't know what was going on,
and he has never felt this way before.
He looked out and saw a couple holding hands. They have been in their
mid-30's; laughing at each other jokes, holding hands, looking in each other
eyes. That what Darien wanted, but why can't he have that. The pleasant wind
swift around, rustling the green lush leaves of the enchanted trees. Robins
flew around; chasing for foods little children threw at them. The warm
sunlight embraces Darien, he felt warm, yet empty. Serena returns with the
foods and sat down on the chair next to his. "I thought you could use a
little company with that meal," she said, "do you mind?"
"Of course not, actually, I'm glad you decided to join. I was
feeling a little lonesome. Are you sure you won't be in trouble with
your friend, Lita?"
"No, Lita knows I'm on my break right now. Hope you enjoy the
foods. It should be fabulous. Of course, I have never tried it before,
so, um, good luck!"
"You're encouraging. But, for the sake of my stomach, I shall try
it. Once I find it delicious, I won't share it with you." They both shared
a laugh together. Both mesmerize by each other, completely lost in each
other eyes. Darien broke the silence by taking a bite of the strange exotic
foods. His eyes brighten up, it was exquisite. The spoonful bite was worth the
money, it was delicious. The duck was sweet and saccharine. The cranberries
topping was such a delicate. The sauce was just a right base soup. "I'm right,
this is delicious. Too bad you won't be able to try it. Ha-Ha!" he said
in a childish manner.
"Good thing you like it because I spit in it. The jokes on you buddy!"
Darien stop laughing, he froze, afraid to intake anymore of the scrumptious duck loran.
"Kidding!" she laugh quite loudly that people begin to look at her, but
Serena didn't care. Darien was upset, but he decides to get back at her by
being more childish: he took his straw and made a spitball and threw it at her.
He also laughs out loud. People begin to wonder if the couple was delirious,
crazy, or plain out wacko. "Hey! That's not funny mister!" Serena started
to say.
"Yes it was, it was just as funny as when you told me you spit in my
foods. The critic won't like this service on bit."
"Well, I guess I do deserve that, but word of advice, you need more
spit on your spitball." This time, they both laugh out loud, and it was
clearly to the ongoing passengers that these two have affection for each
of them.
"Serena! I need your help!"
"Well that's my cue. I didn't realize that ten minutes can pass by
so quickly. It was nice meeting you again Darien. Good..."
"Wait Serena, um, this is really hard for me to say, but, well, um,
gosh, when…" His hands are sweating, his brain wrack out of it. What was
happening to him, he needs to finish his sentences. Why can't he just ask
a little question? "Duh, I mean, how about you and I…out…Oh! I didn't mean
it like that, I just want…to…um…" His head was just screaming at him, just
ask, just ask, in the name of heaven, just ask! It yells. "Sere…"
"Darien, before you make a bigger fool out of yourself, I realized
what you are trying to do. The answer is I can't."
"Serena Cescil, where the hecks are you?" a loud frustrated voice had said again.
"I'll be right there Lita!" she yelled back, "I'm sorry that, I really
am. You seem like such a wonderful guy, but I just can't." Darien was hurt,
he couldn't believe it, and she rejects him! Well, he won't be taken for a
fool; he'll have the last words of this.
"Oh." He said, then walks up to the register inside, pay the bill,
then walks away from Lita's Rendezvous, leaving a stun Serena. It wasn't so
much as he reply in a simple word, but the way he reacted by acting so
snooty; this wasn't the Darien she had know for half an hour. Duh of course,
Serena, you only 'knew' him for half an hour. It doesn't matter, she thought
to herself.
"SERENA!!!" was heard, and heads turned. Serena couldn't think about
this now, in fact, she shouldn't think about it at all! She rejected him, and
by the way he acted, he deserves it too. She ran to Lita and carries out some
more orders. She stops after serving a table, look at her Rado watch,
'only 4 more hours until I visit my aunt. She went about her day, moving
sides to sides, trying to avoid the crowded customers, 'I doubt I get out at 5.'
Darien drove back slowly, why he had to act like a jackass. They could
have been friends if he just says so. Darien felt like a coward, worse, he
felt dim-witted and moronic. He would just have to apologize back to her…
somehow anyway, and this time, 'I'll make sure I say a word,' he thought
and sped off to makes his late appointments. '" I hope you forgive me Serena."
Darien got out of his car and begins walking to his office building.
Suddenly a striking, yet familiar smell of rose aromas block his senses.
He turns around to look for the source and found a flower vendor. 'Strange,
it wasn't there before," he thought. "Buy some flowers sir?" asked a quiet
gentle voice. The girl wasn't much older then 10 years old with strawberry
color hair, blue eyes, very small looking.
"Yes, I would very much like to buy some." Darien suddenly remembers
he has to give some to Ms. Leonard, Mrs. Rose, and some flowers for
decoration matters. "You have many varieties; I'm at lost for choosing
which one. Tell little girl, what would you recommend?"
She spoke with much proper, "Well, it depends really. If you are
getting it for a girlfriend or wife, I suggest white and red roses, for
they symbolize trust and love. If you are getting it for a person or
people who are very dear to you, it would be my recommendation to buy
yellow roses, and daisy, since they represent friendship and loyalty."
"Hmmm, that sounds right enough. All right, could you be so kind
as to give me two half dozen yellow roses with half dozen daisy, and could
you put some forget me not in there?"
"Oh, of course sir! Would you like some ribbons too?"
"Yes please, white if you have it." Darien chuckled because the
girl was frantically cutting, snipping, and rearranging flowers to make
it look perfect for him. He laughs even more when her little hands could
reach for the things he wanted. He decided to help her, and it was a
nice moment for him. "Here you are sir." She handed the bouquets to him.
"Thank you child, but I'm not done ordering yet. Do you still have enough flowers for me?"
"Oh yes! What else would you like?"
"What do you propose the kinds of flower for a house?"
The girl looked at Darien strangely, until her eyes open up to see what he meant.
"Well, I would buy red roses, or these wonderful house plants.
They're really easy to water, and don't need much attention. To brighten
up a house, I would buy colorful flowers; I know they make me happy when
I'm feeling lonely." She gave a wide smile that shows off her pearly teeth;
it was obvious that she took good care of her teeth.
"Well then, I want two dozen of red roses, and pick whatever kinds
of flowers you would want in a house, and I would take it." Once again, the
girl went about, cutting, snipping, tying, and arranging. When she was
done, Darien was in a happy mood again, it was comical of her to do so.
Darien gave her the money for the flowers, and an extra fifty dollars.
"Sir, you gave me fifty dollars more then needed."
"I did? Well, aren't you honest? How about this, you can keep
the money if you just give me one smile." She gladly did it and waved
good-byes to him as he walks away. "What a sweet kid; lucky parents!"
"Mr. Terrence, you're back late, with flowers. Who are they for?"
Ms. Leonard asked, eying the gorgeous bouquets. "I'm glad you noticed the
flower Ms. Leonard, and these are for you." He handed her the yellow
roses and daisies and walks off to meet his next appointment. 'Something
happen to him today,' Ms. Leonard thought. The other women working on the
same floor as Ms. Leonard were envious of her for obvious reasons. They too,
want to be able to receive flowers from the bachelor. So they off to their
offices and cubicle, and the ones that have boyfriends, phone their
boyfriends, nagging at them to bring them flowers the next day.
The day continues quite blissfully, Darien's clients agree to follow
his advice, making his company and himself wealthier by the minute. The only
problem he has was that he kept thinking about Serena and how rotten he has
treated her. Maybe he could visit her and apologize, if time and Andrew
permit. 'I wonder what you are doing right now Serena.'
"Stupid Darien, rotten Darien." The angry girl mumbles to herself.
"Serena, what are you mumbling about? It's not that guy earlier today is it?"
"Mumbling Lita? Who is? Certainly not me."
"You're such a bad liar Serena. It's obvious this guy bothers you.
Tell me about it, please!"
"There is not much to tell Lita. Well, I start having a conversation
with him, he asked me out, I turned him down, he…"
"Wait a minute here, Serena. He asked you out? Why did you turned
him down for? We all know you haven't had a date in a gazillion years."
"Lita, it's just that I have things and people to worry about. I'm
just not ready to have fun…yet."
"Serena. I'm just worry about you; you need to go out too. Keeping
this way won't be good for your health or Charlotte. I'm especially worry
about you; you're like the kid sister I never had."
"Don't worry Lita; I'll be fine, with or without a boyfriend."
"I know kid. I know. Now get out of here before I make you stay
for overtime." Lita concluded and she walks away, wiping a tear off her
emerald eyes. 'I do hope you will be all right Serena.'
That's it for part two. I hope you all have a good time reading it as I
enjoy typing it because of a writer's block. I would like to know how
I'm doing so please send me some feedbacks or comment and grammar
problems; I seem to be doing that a lot lately!
Red Potato
and thank you for thinking I own it.
A White Rose by: Red Potato
Part II of
The White Rose
'Lita's Rendezvous, now where could that be located at,' thought the
confuse Darien Terrence, 'I hope Beryl won't be at the place; it would
definitely be bad if she were there.' Darien decided he would call the
operator for the address of famous restaurant everyone has been raving about.
"Operator," a voice in the cell phone came about.
"Yes, could you please give me the address of the restaurant
called Lita's Rendezvous?"
"What district of Tokyo?"
"I have no clue, but I believe it is in the East Area of Tokyo.
Could you find out if the address I gave you is in the wrong area anyway?"
"Of course, please hold for a second." Sounds of typing could be
heard on Darien's cell phone. He didn't mind, his stomach was the one who
had minded. It growl, so how it growl, it growl so much Darien thought the
whole world would have heard it if it wasn't for that breakfast Mrs. Rose
made for him. "Sir?" the voice came back.
"Yes Ma'am," Darien assumes it was a woman because of the soft tone
the phone produced.
"The address for Lita's Ren-dez-vo-us," the woman said, not wanting
to misguide him for any other places, "The address is: 11487Nomanistachi
Avenue. It is in the East Area of Tokyo. Do you know the place is or
should I direct you to Direction Information Service?"
"No, that's quite all right. Thank you very much. Good-bye."
"Have a good-day too, Sir." He waits until the operator hangs up.
She did, and so did he. 'Nomanistachi Avenue, ah, I know where that is!' He
drove away in the practical car that he left in the morning with and went
to his destination. Nomanistachi Avenue was a bustling and striving part
of Tokyo. In fact, it was consider to be a place of residency where wealthy,
upper class. There, right in the middle of Nomanistachi Avenue was small
colonial scenery; Baroque architectural building, King George III tables
and oak trees surround the busy avenue. Lita's Rendezvous was just about
a block away from the colonial scenery and it seem that the restaurant
looks cozy and has a homely atmosphere from it, but that was Darien's
point of view from the outside. He has yet to see the inside, hopefully
he will.
Darien decided to sit outside and enjoy the oncoming and passing
by passengers. As he sat down, immediately, a young woman waits on him.
It was the petite blond he held the elevator door for this morning. He
didn't seem to recognize him.
"Hello Miss," Darien stated.
"Welcome sir to Lita's! What can I do to be a servant of
yours?" the woman said, but as she looks up, she realizes sit was the
young gentlemen that kindly held the elevator door for her. "Hey!
It's you; you were on the elevator right?"
"Yes, nice to meet you Miss…,"
"Cescil, Serena Cescil, and you are?"
"I'm Darien Terrence. It's Lovely to meet you Miss. Cescil." He
held out his hand as a western gesture of greeting. She gladly shook it,
"It's nice to meet you too! By the way, thanks for holding the elevator,
I don't know what I would have done if I had to walk 34 flight of stairs."
"You could have easily waited for the next available elevator."
"Yes I could, but I was late, and boy, was I late!" she laugh,
and he laugh at the comment. "Now quit stalling and order something, Lita
doesn't like to wait for orders, but seeing how much customers is coming
in right now, I think she will have a problems handling all these
customers," Serena flashes a bright smile and Darien was bewildered, he
quietly got his act together.
"Yes, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble thanks to me. I'll
have the, uh, well I don't know. What is the special today?" He looked
up at her, and Serena felt an emotion she never had before. She stutters
at first, but her speech got its act together.
"Well, our special is duck loran, chicken baste in peanut sauce,
with a hint of mint. I would go with the Laredo Pasta just to be sure that
I won't eat anything weird."
"I'll have the duck loran. Couldn't hurt to try anything new, right?"
"That's right. I'll be back with your order. Would you like anything
else to drink?"
"Yes, I just have the cappuccino." He handed her back the menu and
as she left, he look out to the ongoing passengers. He likes Serena, she's odd,
especially with the comical hairstyle, and it's reminded him of meatballs. She's
also very beautiful, but he have seen far more beautiful women than her. Still,
he likes her because Serena seems to have a great personality; easy to talk to
and she seems easy going. Her marine eyes indicated that she's innocent, but
what was he thinking? He just broke up with a woman today; he didn't want to
go out with another one on the same day. 'Take a chance. Go ask her out!'
said a subconscious voice. Darien can't, he didn't know what was going on,
and he has never felt this way before.
He looked out and saw a couple holding hands. They have been in their
mid-30's; laughing at each other jokes, holding hands, looking in each other
eyes. That what Darien wanted, but why can't he have that. The pleasant wind
swift around, rustling the green lush leaves of the enchanted trees. Robins
flew around; chasing for foods little children threw at them. The warm
sunlight embraces Darien, he felt warm, yet empty. Serena returns with the
foods and sat down on the chair next to his. "I thought you could use a
little company with that meal," she said, "do you mind?"
"Of course not, actually, I'm glad you decided to join. I was
feeling a little lonesome. Are you sure you won't be in trouble with
your friend, Lita?"
"No, Lita knows I'm on my break right now. Hope you enjoy the
foods. It should be fabulous. Of course, I have never tried it before,
so, um, good luck!"
"You're encouraging. But, for the sake of my stomach, I shall try
it. Once I find it delicious, I won't share it with you." They both shared
a laugh together. Both mesmerize by each other, completely lost in each
other eyes. Darien broke the silence by taking a bite of the strange exotic
foods. His eyes brighten up, it was exquisite. The spoonful bite was worth the
money, it was delicious. The duck was sweet and saccharine. The cranberries
topping was such a delicate. The sauce was just a right base soup. "I'm right,
this is delicious. Too bad you won't be able to try it. Ha-Ha!" he said
in a childish manner.
"Good thing you like it because I spit in it. The jokes on you buddy!"
Darien stop laughing, he froze, afraid to intake anymore of the scrumptious duck loran.
"Kidding!" she laugh quite loudly that people begin to look at her, but
Serena didn't care. Darien was upset, but he decides to get back at her by
being more childish: he took his straw and made a spitball and threw it at her.
He also laughs out loud. People begin to wonder if the couple was delirious,
crazy, or plain out wacko. "Hey! That's not funny mister!" Serena started
to say.
"Yes it was, it was just as funny as when you told me you spit in my
foods. The critic won't like this service on bit."
"Well, I guess I do deserve that, but word of advice, you need more
spit on your spitball." This time, they both laugh out loud, and it was
clearly to the ongoing passengers that these two have affection for each
of them.
"Serena! I need your help!"
"Well that's my cue. I didn't realize that ten minutes can pass by
so quickly. It was nice meeting you again Darien. Good..."
"Wait Serena, um, this is really hard for me to say, but, well, um,
gosh, when…" His hands are sweating, his brain wrack out of it. What was
happening to him, he needs to finish his sentences. Why can't he just ask
a little question? "Duh, I mean, how about you and I…out…Oh! I didn't mean
it like that, I just want…to…um…" His head was just screaming at him, just
ask, just ask, in the name of heaven, just ask! It yells. "Sere…"
"Darien, before you make a bigger fool out of yourself, I realized
what you are trying to do. The answer is I can't."
"Serena Cescil, where the hecks are you?" a loud frustrated voice had said again.
"I'll be right there Lita!" she yelled back, "I'm sorry that, I really
am. You seem like such a wonderful guy, but I just can't." Darien was hurt,
he couldn't believe it, and she rejects him! Well, he won't be taken for a
fool; he'll have the last words of this.
"Oh." He said, then walks up to the register inside, pay the bill,
then walks away from Lita's Rendezvous, leaving a stun Serena. It wasn't so
much as he reply in a simple word, but the way he reacted by acting so
snooty; this wasn't the Darien she had know for half an hour. Duh of course,
Serena, you only 'knew' him for half an hour. It doesn't matter, she thought
to herself.
"SERENA!!!" was heard, and heads turned. Serena couldn't think about
this now, in fact, she shouldn't think about it at all! She rejected him, and
by the way he acted, he deserves it too. She ran to Lita and carries out some
more orders. She stops after serving a table, look at her Rado watch,
'only 4 more hours until I visit my aunt. She went about her day, moving
sides to sides, trying to avoid the crowded customers, 'I doubt I get out at 5.'
Darien drove back slowly, why he had to act like a jackass. They could
have been friends if he just says so. Darien felt like a coward, worse, he
felt dim-witted and moronic. He would just have to apologize back to her…
somehow anyway, and this time, 'I'll make sure I say a word,' he thought
and sped off to makes his late appointments. '" I hope you forgive me Serena."
Darien got out of his car and begins walking to his office building.
Suddenly a striking, yet familiar smell of rose aromas block his senses.
He turns around to look for the source and found a flower vendor. 'Strange,
it wasn't there before," he thought. "Buy some flowers sir?" asked a quiet
gentle voice. The girl wasn't much older then 10 years old with strawberry
color hair, blue eyes, very small looking.
"Yes, I would very much like to buy some." Darien suddenly remembers
he has to give some to Ms. Leonard, Mrs. Rose, and some flowers for
decoration matters. "You have many varieties; I'm at lost for choosing
which one. Tell little girl, what would you recommend?"
She spoke with much proper, "Well, it depends really. If you are
getting it for a girlfriend or wife, I suggest white and red roses, for
they symbolize trust and love. If you are getting it for a person or
people who are very dear to you, it would be my recommendation to buy
yellow roses, and daisy, since they represent friendship and loyalty."
"Hmmm, that sounds right enough. All right, could you be so kind
as to give me two half dozen yellow roses with half dozen daisy, and could
you put some forget me not in there?"
"Oh, of course sir! Would you like some ribbons too?"
"Yes please, white if you have it." Darien chuckled because the
girl was frantically cutting, snipping, and rearranging flowers to make
it look perfect for him. He laughs even more when her little hands could
reach for the things he wanted. He decided to help her, and it was a
nice moment for him. "Here you are sir." She handed the bouquets to him.
"Thank you child, but I'm not done ordering yet. Do you still have enough flowers for me?"
"Oh yes! What else would you like?"
"What do you propose the kinds of flower for a house?"
The girl looked at Darien strangely, until her eyes open up to see what he meant.
"Well, I would buy red roses, or these wonderful house plants.
They're really easy to water, and don't need much attention. To brighten
up a house, I would buy colorful flowers; I know they make me happy when
I'm feeling lonely." She gave a wide smile that shows off her pearly teeth;
it was obvious that she took good care of her teeth.
"Well then, I want two dozen of red roses, and pick whatever kinds
of flowers you would want in a house, and I would take it." Once again, the
girl went about, cutting, snipping, tying, and arranging. When she was
done, Darien was in a happy mood again, it was comical of her to do so.
Darien gave her the money for the flowers, and an extra fifty dollars.
"Sir, you gave me fifty dollars more then needed."
"I did? Well, aren't you honest? How about this, you can keep
the money if you just give me one smile." She gladly did it and waved
good-byes to him as he walks away. "What a sweet kid; lucky parents!"
"Mr. Terrence, you're back late, with flowers. Who are they for?"
Ms. Leonard asked, eying the gorgeous bouquets. "I'm glad you noticed the
flower Ms. Leonard, and these are for you." He handed her the yellow
roses and daisies and walks off to meet his next appointment. 'Something
happen to him today,' Ms. Leonard thought. The other women working on the
same floor as Ms. Leonard were envious of her for obvious reasons. They too,
want to be able to receive flowers from the bachelor. So they off to their
offices and cubicle, and the ones that have boyfriends, phone their
boyfriends, nagging at them to bring them flowers the next day.
The day continues quite blissfully, Darien's clients agree to follow
his advice, making his company and himself wealthier by the minute. The only
problem he has was that he kept thinking about Serena and how rotten he has
treated her. Maybe he could visit her and apologize, if time and Andrew
permit. 'I wonder what you are doing right now Serena.'
"Stupid Darien, rotten Darien." The angry girl mumbles to herself.
"Serena, what are you mumbling about? It's not that guy earlier today is it?"
"Mumbling Lita? Who is? Certainly not me."
"You're such a bad liar Serena. It's obvious this guy bothers you.
Tell me about it, please!"
"There is not much to tell Lita. Well, I start having a conversation
with him, he asked me out, I turned him down, he…"
"Wait a minute here, Serena. He asked you out? Why did you turned
him down for? We all know you haven't had a date in a gazillion years."
"Lita, it's just that I have things and people to worry about. I'm
just not ready to have fun…yet."
"Serena. I'm just worry about you; you need to go out too. Keeping
this way won't be good for your health or Charlotte. I'm especially worry
about you; you're like the kid sister I never had."
"Don't worry Lita; I'll be fine, with or without a boyfriend."
"I know kid. I know. Now get out of here before I make you stay
for overtime." Lita concluded and she walks away, wiping a tear off her
emerald eyes. 'I do hope you will be all right Serena.'
That's it for part two. I hope you all have a good time reading it as I
enjoy typing it because of a writer's block. I would like to know how
I'm doing so please send me some feedbacks or comment and grammar
problems; I seem to be doing that a lot lately!
Red Potato