So I posted this chapter earlier than I expected. I made it longer like I promised. Thankyou again for the fantastic reviews!
Title: My Mysterious RoomateRated M
Disclaimer: I don't own SM or any of the characters
Chapter three: Serena's big day out.
This is very weird. Darien is KISSING me and I haven't known him for even twelve hours! Ok now he's rubbing against my bottom lip with his tongue. What do I do? Do I give into him? No Serena, remember that rule you made with your self? Never sleep with a guy on the first date, but this isn't a date! But do I want to stop? Darien is a gorgeously hunky man-that is also an asshole! Damn now he's snaking his hand around my waste. Oh god my knees feel like jelly. You need to take control or you might do something you'll regret.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Breaking the heated kiss (while gasping for oxygen), I gave him three clean skin-stinging slaps on the cheek and then cradled my hand because it also really hurt me as well. Darien let go of my waste and touched the burning red finger shaped welts on his cheek. I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach but quickly brushed the feeling away.
"Who do you think you are huh?! I don't even know you and your trying to get into my pants! Look Mister" I said while pointing my finger into his hard chest, trying to act all tough "just because you're hot and…um…very good looking" Serena snap out of it! You're loosing concentration"Ah-hum…anyway, doesn't give you permission do anything you like!" I put both of my hands on my hips and stared into his eyes waiting for a reply, but all I got is an uncomfortable silence. "No answer? Well then you can go fuck yourself!" I turned around and starting to storm to my bedroom, but before I could reach the hallway entrance I tripped over and fell face first onto the floor. Ow, that hurt like hell. Damn that stupid rug! I think this is most humiliating experience I have endured so far. Why is it always me? Please tell me because I'm dying to know.
I stand up and brushed my self down pretending nothing had happened. I didn't even turn around to see if he was laughing or not because I think I would burst into tears. "And get rid of that stupid rug! It's ugly!" I growled as I could feel his gaze burning holes into my back. I finally made it to my room slamming the door behind me. What the hell have I done now? I've just made enemies with my roommate and possible someone who has an alliance with the mafia, and it's barely even been a day. I put my hands over my face and slid down the door . The kiss, although, was actually quite…nice. Maybe I should have gone with it. No! You did the right thing. But if I did the right thing why did it feel so good. My life is a disaster! If you wanted an example of me getting into a bizarre situation, here you go.
After about ten minutes of feeling sorry for my self (and cooling off), I dragged my body to my bed and to lay down. I turned my head and noticed an alarm clock on my bedside table. How come I didn't notice that before? 4:45pm. Great. It has only been about two hours and there's no way I'm going out where HE might be.
Utter silence. Either Darien is lying motionless on the floor because he died of laughter or has gone to call my company and tell them to get me out. I pulled the doona over myself and aguishly bite a mouth full of it until I let sleep overcome me, dreading the next day.
I woke up with a startle and looked out my bedroom window to see the sun just starting to rise. I had terrible dream that I was kissing Darien and I …wait. That was real. The time read exactly 6:00am. Argh! So damn early. At least Darien will probably still be asleep so I can avoid him. I stumbled out of bed to my wardrobe to get dressed.
I peeped out my bedroom door just in case Darien was an early riser. I looked down the hall to see his bedroom door shut. I walked out my door stepping lightly and actually made it to the bathroom unheard.
After washing my hair and body, I put on my summer dress and examined myself in the mirror. "Damn, I have to get jogging again because my arse is becoming flabby" I whispered as I turned around and started poking my ass.
I decided to leave my hair down since it's sitting nicely today. I applyed some mascara and eyeliner and powdered my face so it gave me a light look.
Sneaking down the hallway again, I got to the kitchen and found a note on the fridge stuck under a magnet.
You have a message on the answering machineAt least that conceited jerk is decent enough to tell me. It might be my mum or Molly but they don't know my new number yet. They could have called my company though. I can't wait to gossip to Molly about Darien. I will have to call my mum to because she must be lonely with out me by her side chatting away about life.
When I was thirteen my father passed away from brain cancer so my mother has been alone ever since. She was so depressed she resulted to alcohol to sooth her sorrow. I gradually became very dependent so I could provide for my mum (and myself) and worked a part time job until a year before graduation. That's where I met Molly. One day at work I couldn't suppress any more of my emotions and broke down in front of her. I told her about my life and mother and she helped me through some of the bad experiences. We've been best friends ever since. My mother had realised how much pain she caused me when she was actually sober one day (because she didn't have any money for to buy some alcohol), and went to therapy sessions to overcome her addiction. I helped her through the hardest parts of withdrawal, standing up to her when she screamed for another drink. It was horrible to watch my mother going through such pain but it was for the good. She's hasn't touched one drop of alcohol since that year and never forgave herself. I told her that I was ok now and have put it all behind me but she doesn't listen. The whole ordeal made me stronger as a person so it did have some good in it…I think.
I looked at the answering machine on the counter where it is flashing red indicating a new message. I pressed the button and waited.
You have received one new message at 5:56pm on Saturday may 5th. Blah blah blah.
Serena, this is your new Boss Mina Newman from Fashion in New York. I know you have just arrived but I need you to be at the office Monday morning, 8:30 am to discuss your preferences. Don't bother calling back because I'll be most likely busy since it's mayhem down here. If you didn't already know, our company is located at 31st Street. Just tell the lady at the reception who you are and she'll know the rest. Oh and one more thing. Don't be late.
(A/N: Since I don't live in New York and never been there I don't know what the streets are called so I'm just making them up)
That is not fair! I only have today and tomorrow to go site seeing and shopping. I headed back to my bedroom quietly and slipped on some white sandals. I grabbed my light tanned Gauche bag and stuffed accessories in it the made my way out the door.
My first stop was the tourist centre to purchase a map of New York because I have no idea where to go. My first thought was to go see the famous lady, The Statue of Liberty. So I waved a taxi down where I was dropped off at the harbour. The next ferry wasn't until nine and it was only eight giving me some time to kill. My stomach suddenly grumbled out loud and a man that walked past me gave a very disturbed expression. I poked my tongue at him and he looked so astonished. It wasn't as if I farted in his face or anything-now that would be funny, and kind of gross…
I went and purchased a hotdog from a stand I passed earlier and sat on a bench taking in the beautiful view of Hudson River. New York is such a lively city. I am certainly going to have go to a nightclub soon because I heard they're really good here. Finishing the last of my so-called breakfast I check the time. Damn only 8:30, still got half an hour.
"May I?" a deep voice sounded beside me. I looked up to come to contact with a very handsome man. New York sure has a lot of mouth droolers I can tell you. He looked like a male version of me accept he has emerald green eyes and a darker shade of blonde locks, more like a sandy colour. He was about 6'1' –which made me look like a midget.
"Sure" I replied as he sat down next to me. I couldn't help feel a little uncomfortable as we booth stared out at the river. I started to fidget my fingers and tap my feet.
"Hi, my name is Andrew," he said breaking the silence while he held out his hand. I took it and noticed how smooth and soft his skin was. I wonder what moisturiser he uses. God Serena you're weird.
"My name is Serena," and I'm single.
"I take it your New to here or a tourist. You don't have an American accent,"
"Yes actually. I just arrived about a day ago to live here"
"Ah. I see. How are you liking the Big Apple so far then?" he questioned as he stretched out his arms and lay then across the back of the bench.
"Well this is actually the first day I have been sight seeing. I'm going to catch the ferry to see the giant lady soon,"
"Same here. Never can get enough of the view there. You'll love it," he replied
"Oh so your also catching the nine o'clock ride?" please say yes.
"Sure am" he paused "hey I know you just met me and all, but if you like, I can show you around New York and tell where all the hot spots are,"
"Yes!" shit "I...I mean yeah…that would be fine I guess," please drown me.
After about a few minutes of casual chatting, it was time to board the ferry. When the ferry had set off I told Andrew about my new apartment and Darien. I told him about what a conceited jerk he was and the kiss. I couldn't help myself- I had to tell somebody!
"He kissed you? And you think he's in the mafia?" confusion spilled into his expression then it changed as he started to laugh hysterically. "So…you think…he's involved with the mafia?" He said through breaths "You're a funny girl Serena. I don't know where you came up with that idea" he started to wipe the tears from his eyes.
"It's not funny! I know it's probably not even true, but it could be!" I stated as Andrew had finally stopped laughing and was gasping for air.
"Well anyway I don't know, but as for the kiss…did you enjoy it?" he stared into my eyes as if he is prying in my mind for an answer. I blushed at his question.
"No…well…I mean," I stuttered. Damn that just gave it away! Good one Serena.
"So you did enjoyit. I think Serena's likes Darien," he sung. I punched him playfully in the arm.
"Stop it! I don't! He's just very attractive. If you were a woman I'm sure you'd have the same feelings" I said noticing what a stupid comment that was.
"I don't think I need to be a woman to know" he smiled smugly. What was that supposed to mean? Is he gay? No he couldn't be. Well if he is, what a waste "Oh look, we are here," he said before I could open my mouth to question what he just said. I just brushed it past me and followed him off the ferry.
When we got to the top of the statue, which is the crown, there were heaps of tourists so I had to push my way through to get to the window. I gasped in amazement as I gazed out the window. It was beautiful and simply breathe taking. Across the bay the tall skyscrapers of Manhattan stood like lonely sentinels guarding this capital of wealth and freedom. In another direction I could see Stanton Island where I'm sure hundreds of children were squealing with delight as they rode on the amusements and enjoyed there fairy floss. I was so hypnotized by the view that I didn't notice Andrew beside me.
"I'm guessing you like it?" he leant on the rail surrounding window surveying the city.
"It's beautiful," I said not stopping to look at him. The traffic on the streets were like ants from up here and river looked like a silk blue sheet surrounding the outskirts of the island.
I spent about 20 minutes gaping at the magnificent scenery while Andrew was pointing out the places in the city and naming them. We decided to back down because it was becoming hot and sweaty in the cramped cavity. The lady next to me obviously had never heard of deodorant. I purchased a figurine of the Statue and some post cards to send back to mum and Molly.
"So what did you think?" Andrew asked while we were on the ferry back to the harbour.
"New York is such a beautiful city. I think I'm going to really like it here"
The rest of the ride back was mostly in silence as my thoughts came to Andrew. Even though he is a handsome man, I'm not attracted to him at all. I find him more of a best friend than a lover. I feel very comfortable around him, like I could tell him any of my deepest secrets and know he would keep them hidden…I hope. I might keep my mouth shut for now.
I noticed he was well groomed with a great fashion sense. He had blue baggy jeans on, but not too baggy that it made him look a gangster, and a black cardigan with a white shirt hidden beneath. He wasn't a muscular man like Darien but has more of a slender toned body.
We arrived at the harbour in no time and hailed a taxi down.
"Where would you like to go now?" Andrew asked while we climbed within the back seat of the vehicle.
"I don't know. You're the tour guide hear," I winked and fastened my self belt
"Where to folks," The tattooed driver in the front asked in an impatience tone.
"Time Square thanks,"
In a nick of time we were dropped off at Time Square where we spent most of time browsing in shops. I entered a store named 'Nouveaute' which apparently meant 'fashions' in French according to Andrew. The store was enormous and full of fashion lines from France. I walked around the store examining work suits but had to tear myself away from ones that were way out of my price range.
I eyed this one suit that was just stunning. It was a high wasted black skirt that had four quite large buttons adjacent each other sewed at the top. A midnight satin blue blouse was tucked in the skirt and it had some frills around the collar, which didn't look ridiculous, but classy. It was a bit pricey, well maybe EXTREMELY pricey but that's not going to stop me from trying it on.
I found my size and went to the dressing rooms.
"Serena? Are you in here?" Andrew called from the doorway of the dressing rooms.
"Yes. I'm in the last cubical," I yelled while slipping on the satin blouse over my head. I tucked it into the black skirt, which was cut just above my knee.
"What are you trying on?"
"Oh you'll see." I said smirking to myself. I adjusted some parts of the suit before I strutted my moves out the cubical. "So what do you think?" I rested one hand on my hip.
Andrew was sitting on a couch against the wall, and then snapped his head around to look at me when I came out. His eyes looked like they popped out of his sockets. He studied me from head to toe.
"Serena you look amazing!" He stood up and studied me once more.
"It may be a bit pricey but I have to buy it. I can make up the money when I get back to work. And plus it will make a great impression when I meet my new boss," I said while walking back into the cubical to change.
After I had purchased the suit and grimaced at how I spent, Andrew suggested a place called 'The Jupiter Café' to have lunch. Now why does that name feel familiar? Oh well I don't care. I'm so hungry that the growls from my bottomless pit are starting to scare the locals.
The place was located on a corner and it looked like a typical milkshake cafe but with more…class? The inside was adorned with booths as the outside supplied table and chairs. The walls were painted a light brown and bar (counter?) was in the far right corner. The place was absolutely packed! Must be popular.
Andrew and I were lucky to even find a table. We quickly dashed to one outside before a couple stole it from us. They glared at us murderously while I just grinned wickedly. Mwaha!
The waiter came and asked for our orders. I ordered scones cream and jam while Andrew just ordered a coffee.
"So Andrew. Do you have a special lady in your life?"
He laughed "No Serena I'm gay. I thought you would have guessed it already,"
"What! You are? Well maybe I did for a moment but…OH SHIT!" I accidentally yelled as the person I have been dreading to see walked in with his brother. I quickly snatched the menu and hid behind it attempting to be unnoticed. How could I forget? This is where Darien was going to talk business with Seiya. Stupid, stupid, stupid Serena! Andrew spun him self and noticed what I just cowering from and grinned.
"It's him isn't it? He has got a fantastic arse," Andrew chuckled rather menacingly and I eyed him evilly.
"Sshhh! He'll see me," I whispered while popping my head behind the menu again.
"Serena that's going to look really noticeable you know,"
"Well I'll worry about that when I actually get noticed," I said as I peered around the menu to watch Darien and Seiya sit two tables away mine! "I wonder what they are talking about. They said they were going to talk business,"
"Well I'll find that out for you," Andrew declared as he got up from his seat and was making his way towards their table.
"No Andrew," trying to plead in the quietest voice I could. What the hell is he doing!? If he goes and talks to them I'm going to kill him! Ok maybe he's not going to talk to them. Andrew squatted down right beside their table and started pretending to tie shoelace. That is so cliché Andrew. Wait maybe it will work because they haven't even noticed him yet.
Andrew finally stood up from untying and re-tying his shoelace and walked to the bathroom. After about 5 minutes of me reading the menu about ten times Andrew came back and sat down.
"Did you hear what they were talking!?" I asked rather pushy
"All I heard was 'What are we going to do about it' " Andrew said matter-of-factly as the waiter gave us our orders.
As the waiter was putting down the plate of scones I accidently swung my hand which knocked it out of her hand causing it to smash on the ground. Everyone turned and stared at me and I mean everyone including Darien and Seiya who turned around to look at me aswell. Shit! My cover has been blown! I quickly got up from my chair and exited the café as fast as I could.
"Serena your…" before I could hear Andrew finish what he was yelling out I dashed around the corner. You have done it now idiot! Now he's probably going to think you were spying on him. My life is just bliss. Total bliss.
I ran into an almost deserted street when an arm jerked me into a dark ally and slamed me against a cold brick wall. Uh-oh.
To be continued…
Hope you liked this chap. I have never been to New York so I am just guessing what the view was like when Serena was in the Statue. R&R Please!
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