[A/N: Hello everyone! I need your help pleaseeee!!!! I need names for three-four bands. Can you please suggest me some!?!?! Thank you! This chapter is not the funny one, sorry, the next one is, but this one is very good! Read to see what I mean.

Serena swirled around to see a tall, lean guy with snow-white hair, olive green eyes, a chiseled nose, high cheekbones, and a body that must've had six packs or so staring down at her in shock. He was wearing a white-striped "Abercrombie & Fitch" shirt with the collars up and dark blue faded jeans. His hair was combed diagonally sideways and covered a small portion of his face so it looked like he was a punker. This guy was definitely H-O-T! He was the most gorgeous hunk she had ever seen. And yet, he looked so familiar. But she was pretty sure she had never seen him before.

Lucas was staring down at her but he couldn't believe his eyes. It was really HER. After all these years, he had finally met her again. The girl was wearing an olive green "American Eagle" half-sleeved shirt with the purple logo on her top left side and a lacy white tank underneath. Plus, she was wearing a denim mini skirt that showed off her tanned legs and purple flip-flops to finish her look. Both had sunglasses propped on top of their heads. She was a girl of medium height and petite. She had ink black, straight hair with bangs and her fringe was combed like his hair. Her face was a bit flushed and she had sapphire blue eyes, the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. And there, on top of her forehead, was the dark blue crescent moon, proof that it really was Serena Taisho, the girl he had met when they were just wee teens.
"Hey Luke! Who's that chick you got there? Don't tell me she's one of your fan girls. You've got enough drooling all over you as it is." shouted a very handsome boy that was also wearing a striped shirt and had his hair spiked up. Unlike her previous contender, this one had left the top few buttons of his shirt open, revealing a well toned and built chest. This one came up to me and wolf-whistled, "You know, you're actually pretty hot. Wanna get a cup of coffee afterwards?"

"In your dreams loser. I don't go out with self-praising morons like you." I replied, giving him a haughty look.

"Oh, feisty! I like a girl with a bit of spunk and attitude." he said, giving me a wink this time. I rolled my eyes at him. What a hopeless loser.

"And afterwards, how about we got to my place? You know, just to talk and get to know each other." he winked at me again, this time with a sly grin creeping onto his face. Obviously, he doesn't know who he's messing with.

"I'll go out with you when hell freezes over you asshole."

"Humph… I guess you leave me no choice but to abduct you and take you to my room. YEAH! " Having said this, he lifted me up off the ground, placed me over his shoulder, and proceeded to take me to his domain. I had been so surprised when he lifted me that I couldn't defend myself against him. When I regained my senses, I started pounding on his hard back with my clenched fists.

"Put me down you bastard! I'm wearing a skirt if you haven't noticed! You have no right to abduct me like that! And no decency to women!"

"Not a chance, pretty." came the reply.

"Leave her alone Daniel. You always start flirting with girls the moment you set your eyes on them. Get a grip on yourself." the hunk said to the spiked hair kid, his green eyes twinkling. He had clearly been amused by our little argument. My kidnapper had put me down rather grumpily after the order was given. "Sorry about my friend. He gets too carried away often. I don't think I've introduced myself," he said, turning to me "Since you probably don't remember me. My name is Lucas, but just call me Luke. Do you happen to remember by chance a small kid with a runny nose and a head full of shaggy hair?

I rambled my brains for a person of his description and my face must've been furrowed in my brow since Luke's looked hopeful.

Small kid, runny nose, and shaggy hair. Possibly even white hair. Have I ever met someone like that previously?

And suddenly, the memory hit me like…like…like…A FLYING ICE-CREAM TRUCK! I HAVE met him before. I CANNOT believe it was HIM. That clumsy kid turned out to be this real piece of work?

-FLASHBACK-

It was a cold, crisp winter evening in the Land of Demons. Serenity and I had finished our training and we sat huddled together by the fire. A young boy with shaggy, white hair sat right across me. Around him were his vassals and advisors, as he had told me later on. They had joined us for the night, since their ship had somehow sunk. We both must have been about fourteen at that time, not much older. It was very quiet, the wind softly blowing the only cause of noise present. Serenity and the boy's vassals had been quietly chatting together about something I could not quite catch. I tore my gaze from the fire and looked up at the boy's incredibly green eyes. We stared for a while into each other's eyes, and then I looked away, a slightly pink blush spreading over my face. Even at that time, Luke had looked cute.

The last time I thought a boy was cute was when I was six years old. I told him that I thought he was cute, but alas, neglected I was in that village, he told me to go away "ugly beast" or he would go tell his mom. Ever since then, I stayed far away from feelings of that sort by dumping them in the deepest, darkest corner of my tiny heart. However this time, I could not help it when those oppressed feelings had resurfaced again.

Luke had, at this time, walked up to me and asked me if I wanted to go on a walk with him. Well, since the adults were talking about something boring, I said yes.

We started walking away from the campfire. The full moon was shining brightly; lighting our way, while the stars in the sky twinkled merrily. The sky had been a pale blue color, illuminating the stars and moon. There were tall, ancient trees on both sides of us. The ground was lined with small shrubs and a few groups of flowers here and there. The first five minutes we must've passed in silence. Then suddenly:

"Hi, my name is Luke, what's yours?" the white-haired boy had inquired.

"Um…my name is Serena," came my reply. I really didn't know who he was at that time so I tried not to give him too much information. Possibly because of fear of rejection.

"Ssssooooo……………it's a nice evening today isn't it?" He motioned to the sky.

"Yes, it is. A bit chilly, but still good."

Luke had looked at me for a few seconds and then said "I haven't seen you around here before. Even though I don't come here often. Where are you from?"

I sucked in my breath at this question. Well, it was worth a shot. "I come from the Village Hidden in the Leaves."

He nodded at my answer. I seriously doubted that he had ever heard of that place.

"Where do you come from? I mean, specifically?" I asked him.

"The snowy mountains in the Northern region of the Land of Demons." was the prompt reply.

"Oh." I said. "That must've been a long way to come all the way down here. My father was a demon." Shit. I wasn't supposed to mention that last part. Now he's going to find out.

Luke seemed very interested now. "What was his name? I might know him."

"Sesshomaru Taisho, Lord of the Western Lands." I bit my lip after I gave my answer.

"Oh…………………I heard about what happened when you were a baby. I'm very sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Luke had looked down. It seemed as though he was inwardly cursing at himself for making that mistake.

"It's ok. I'm used to it." I smiled, showing him that his question didn't affect me negatively.

Still looking down, Luke said, in a small voice, "My father died when I was a small kid. Maybe when I was just four or five years old."

"Did you really love him?" I asked with genuine concern in my voice. Luke had looked up at my face when I had asked him this.

"Yes. Even today I miss him. After he died, my mother was heartbroken. My little sister was too small to understand what was going on. She got remarried to another demon, this one a sure son of a bitch." Luke's voice had raised now, fury and revenge filling it.

"Because of that bastard, my mom had suffered so much. Everyday, when he used to come home drunk, he would beat my mother and his daughter and son (from a previous marriage) were just like him. The girl used to pull my sister's hair daily and that stupid snobby son of his would make retarded comments about my family so I used to beat the crap out of him when he did." Luke gave a throaty chuckle at this.

"I'm sure you kicked his ass good and he'd go crying to his daddy 'Daddy, Daddy! That Luke made me get a bloody nose and now my ass is all pink and swollen like my face!'" I mocked him with a smirk on my face.

Luke had seemed momentarily surprised when I said "ass" but then he cracked up with laughter at my little joke. So much so that we had to stop and he dropped to the ground, tears coursing down his face, still laughing like a maniac. It was a pretty funny joke.

"THAT (laugh, laugh) was the best (laugh, laugh), best (laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh) joke I have ever heard in a long time! (laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh)" he said, trying to make out the words while laughing.

After this, it was all history. We started talking about our lives and cracking jokes about people. Neither of us was shy or nervous now. You could say that we became best friends I guess. Luke, I had found out, was a cool guy with the greatest sense of humor I have ever met.

When the topic had changed somehow to music, I found out that our favorite genre of music was punk rock. He asked me if I could sing. I had shaken my head "no," but he wouldn't talk it as an answer. So I ended up having to sing "Time Stands Still" by 'The All American Rejects,' the only song I knew how to sing. When I had finished, Luke had spent a few minutes contemplating in his mind. Finally he said:

"That was a really good song. You have a strong voice full of emotion. Have you ever thought of joining a band?"

I replied "No," rather sheepishly. Hey, it's not everyday a cute guy compliments you on something!

"Do you know how to play the guitar?"

"A little. I don't have much practice though."

Despite the answer I had given him, Luke had seemed rather pleased and smiled a huge grin. "We could use a manager for our band. Someone that can sing AND play the guitar."

"But I've never been in a band before nor have any experience of being on stage!" I said. This was all happening way too fast.

"It's ok, I'll personally teach you! From now on, you're the manager so I'll call you Manager! Oh yeah, I totally forgot! Wait here for a sec!" Luke went back to camp for something. He returned with a guitar. "You're really smart and you like writing songs from what you told me. So I need your help in writing one. I've got the tune, just not the words." With that said, he played a simple, melodious tune.

"Now that is what you call true talent!" I complimented, flashing a grin of my own.

"Thanks," he nodded. I thought I saw him blush for a moment, but that could have been my overactive imagination.

We spent hours together, laughing and making words for the new song until finally our mission was complete. It was perfect. The words and music blended in to create a rock-solid song that was sure to catch anybody's attention.

Now, the moon was shining directly over us. We had been sitting near a cliff and underneath us was the beach. The sparkling-blue ocean had been very calm and serene that night. The air around us was slightly windy, but not much. The temperature had been cool. At this moment, Luke had turned to me and I to him. He opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed. We both continued looking at the vast ocean spread before us.

"Serena…" he continued, but unable to complete his sentence.

"Yes? I thought you were going to call me Manager from now on."

"Oh right!" Luke laughed sheepishly. "I forgot."

"What were you going to say Luke?" I inquired. His green eyes seemed to illuminate so brightly in that night.

Luke began, "I…I wanted…to…say that………uh…"

I drew closer to him, waiting for him to say it. Maybe today was the day that someone was going to finally going to do it. He drew closer to me. I closed my eyes, waiting for that moment that I had so longed all my life. He drew even closer. His eyes were oh so dreamy and gorgeous. I just wanted to sink into its depths, his arms. When we were only an inch away from the other's face, I could feel his breath against my face. Warm and yet, somehow cool. We drew even closer, still waiting for it to come, wondering what the other was thinking. The night was warm and cool. It enveloped us in its arms. This is it, I thought. The moment I've been waiting for all my life…the moon had been shining more bright than ever…I felt his arm around my waist. I had wrapped mine around his neck. I could see his lips, soft and thin. And then…………

"HELLO! EARTH TO SERENA!!!" someone was knocking on my head, bringing me back to reality.

At that moment, I was thinking something along the lines of this:

FUCK YOU!!! YOU JUST RUINED THE MOST PERFECT MOMENT OF MY LIFE! WHEN I FIND OUT WHO IT IS, I'M GOING TO LITERALLY SHRED THEM TO PIECES, MAKING THEM WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN!!!

"Yesssssss????"I replied in a dangerous tone.

Who could it have been??? Read the next chapter to find out! Sorry about the suspenseful scene…I don't have much experience…not like I'm interested to though…)