Author's Notes: Thanks for all the reviews! Sorry I haven't posted for a while but I don't know how to get to the end exactly. Ideas are appreciated a lot. This fanfic is going to be AndrewSerena. Darien can be good or bad, but if he's good there really is no villain so you can vote on that in your reviews.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Sailor Moon.
Chapter 3
Is It a New Love?
After the Kiss
Lizzie was even blushing.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to see this," Lizzie barely managed to say; she was so stunned.
"I can't believe this happened," And with those words I ran past both of them and out of the arcade.
I let my feet take me wherever they wanted to go. I couldn't believe what just happened. How could I actually respond to Andrew? I though I liked Darien. Could I have been wrong about my feelings? Is this why Darien broke up with me? Maybe he saw it, when I didn't.
When I looked up from my musings, I found myself at the park by the swings. There was a happy kid swinging on one of them. I remember when I was that happy-go-lucky child. Times where much better then, when I didn't have a love. Now I have so many worries and responsibilities.
I found myself sitting on a swing, remembering my life before I became Sailor Moon. I was a closer friend with Molly then, but now I spent the time I could have had with her by hanging out with the scouts.
"Come on Timmy. It's nine o'clock, time for bed," The mother of the happy-go-lucky child called.
It's already nine! I have to go home, my dad will be so mad at me for staying out so late.
"Serena, did you have a good time?" My mother asked as I came in the front door.
"Yeah," I kind of lied.
"Young lady, where have you been?" My father demanded as he came into the room.
"I was at the arcade, daddy."
"And why are you home so late?" I rolled my eyes.
"Because I went to the park."
"Leave Serena alone, dear, she was having a nice time with Molly," My mother came to my defense. "It's time to get ready for bed, Kenji. Good night Serena," My mom said as she led my dad to their room.
"Good night, mom, good night, dad," I called after them as I bounded up the stairs to my room.
