AN: Another Chapter out! WHOO! It didn't take me 6 months or more to do too! Let's celebrate by reading the chapter. | =D *smiley with party hat* *Grammar problems are probably in there.

Disclaimer: Don't own SM.

Previously in One of the Boys:

She let go of her breathe and quickly his head snap in the direction of the sound. She covered her mouth with both of her hands. His face became fully alive with suspsion. He went under the tree and looked up.

Third P.O.V.

She closed her eyes and hugged the tree. She told herself if she believed that she was the tree then she would be become it. She knew that was a whole bunch of crap, but it was last straw of her survival. Hence, she chanted it in her head.

Darien looked up and couldn't see much. He knows that he heard something and only place the noise could come was from up in the tree. He squinted his eyes to try to make out the dark figure up in the branches, which he thought was actually something. He took this for consideration, for a minute, and then started to go although if he was going to leave.

Serena heard the foot steps retreat from the tree, but still didn't open her eyes. She opened her eyes when she couldn't hear foot steps anymore. As quietly and with really moving much, she took at glance around and couldn't see any out anymore. Though that was little sketchy, she let it slide.

It was although she had won a victory. Once again she pushed a side her the mess that was going to bubble up once she really focused on issue with Darien, and had let her the sense of the winning the 'game' take over. Now that her pride was up, she decided to climb down from the tree. When twisting over the branches, one of her shoes fell off. "Shoot."

This was going to make it harder to climb down, but she could handle it. As being careful as possible, she looked down to see where her shoe had landed. 'What? Where did my shoe go?' she wondered with a much confused face. She shook her head and tried cautiously through the now dark tree. Nevertheless, as clumsy as Serena is, she managed to lose her footings one of the branches and ended up falling off too high up in the tree.

"AHH!" Serena screamed a very high pitched girly scream much to her disliking. She knew that she would have enough time to anything to really protect her body, since gravity and fear were working against her. She closed her eyes to wait her impending doom of death. 'I never thought I would die this way, a least I got to kiss Darien.' Although that thought filled with a bit of joy, it still made her sad that she never actually told Darien that she really did love him.

She last of the girlish scream died when two strong arms caught her from being squished into the ground. All was heard was grunt of the person who caught her. She opened her eyes in surprise and looked into her eyes of her savior.

Dark blue eyes stared right back into my cerulean colored ones. Nothing was said between them, they continued to stare into each others eyes.

Darien with held a serious stare at Serena, as though he was trying to read her mind. She, on the other hand, was trying to hold a stare that was neutral; however hints of excitement and fear were still visible in her eyes.

The silence between them was unbearable for Serena. The awkward mood was not something they were both use to with each other. Silence always told the truth. The silence screamed something to her that she didn't want to face. The fact, that she loved him with all her heart and she kissed him, was prancing through her mind. As time went on neither wanted to say a word, yet wanted the other person to speak.

She couldn't stand it any longer. Something had to be said or done to break this tension that was going on between. She opened her mouth to say, "So…"

Serena P.O.V.

Damn it woman that acts like a man, that's all you can say after 11 years of friendship with this fine looking specimen that is man. You fail at life. Get it together and say something sensible.

"So, how's life?"

Yes, I'm that stupid. I really wanted to slap my face against my forehead at the moment. Except for the fact that my hand was located by someone's very muscular chest and doesn't really want to function.

"Yeah, life's going… How about yours?" he said, playing along.

I laughed this really nervous laugh that didn't sound anything like my normal one. I looked down at the ground so, he couldn't see my face.

"Good. You know all the regular stuff. Fall down a tree, being caught from falling to my doom, and a guy that just chooses to hold me instead of putting me down to the ground. Like I said the repetitive cycle." I chose to keep it light, teasing conversation. Hoping he won't bring it up. After that comment he set me down with a silly grin on his adorable face.

"Hey, sorry.-his voice displayed no sympathy what so ever- But this happens everyday, right? Repetitive cycle." He stated with a mocking tone.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's gets boring." I laughed. It sounded normal, thank god. He joined in on my laughing. He had no idea though that I felt that he should have never let me go, but he didn't know that part.

"So, when did kissing incredibly handsome, best friends in the cycle?" Although he said it in lighthearted way, his eyes told another story. They were truly trying to seek the truth.

Damn. I clear my throat, I had two options. Option One: tell him the truth and destroy the relationship that we had as friends. Or Option Two: stay on the safe road, not tell him, and try to make up an excuse. I hastily made the decision.

"You? Incredibly handsome? You must be on drugs to think that." I choose the safe road and took a jokey manner. I laughed. It sounded a bit fake, but he bought it. "Oh, that um…that was an accident!" I was never one to lie, so he might catch it.

"Really?" Al humor left his voice, and it was serious.

"Yeah, really. I mean after I slapped you –my voice lowered- I… fell to forward, since I slapped you so hard and ended up crashing on to your lips…" Not much of an excuse, but it was the best I could do. I HAD to save this relationship.

He looked at me, as though he wanted to believe me, yet didn't. Moments of silence passed, while he deliberated whether he believed me or not.

"Yeah, that slap was really hard. I trained you too well." He scrunched his nose as he touched where I had injured his face. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself as well. I didn't care I just wanted to let it go.

"I'm sorry. I didn't really mean to slap you. I was just a little off my rocker. I mean it's not everyday, you get told that one of your best friends is moving all the way to American. Not only, is he moving there for four years, he's leaving the next day." My tone started as apologetic then ended with depressing sound.

I looked down at the ground. Now, we were going back to the REAL issue. It really did hurt, seeing that I wasn't going to see him around anymore. My eyes sight blurred.

Soon enough, two arms and a warm body embraced my stone structured. I felt wetness go down my cheeks. As it is, I never cry, so it was such a foreign feeling. However, Darien and Andrew have seen me cry, the rare times that I have. So he knew what to do.

**FLASHBACK**

A cold day in the middle of November, a girl swings on a swing set in a deserted playground. All you can hear the distinct sound of the metal swing sound, as it echoes out. The wind is blowing with autumn colored leaves flying around everywhere.

The little girl around the age of seven wears tries as hard to just push herself as high as she can go. Her eyes are a slightly puffy with tinge of red in her eyes. She shivers as the wind keeps on going. Wearing only t-shirt with shorts, she wasn't obliviously wasn't dressed for this kind of weather.

As she swings with all her might, the wind blows her hat off her head. The golden tresses that held up in the hat were now blowing freely in the wind. She could careless at the moment she just continue to push herself in the swing.

She continues to just look outward towards the rest of abandoned park, filled with somewhat rusty monkey bars and a grey cloudy sky. Her thoughts were empty as the park. She felt isolated and alone.

Soon another sound of metal swinging breaks her blank state of mind. She looks over to see a boy with onyx colored hair with indigo eyes that stare right back to her cerulean tinted eyes. Sadness and caring are filled within his eyes. She slowly ends her swinging and just sits at the swing looking right ahead. She makes no intention of moving.

If she were to look again at him, she might cry. She didn't want to do that, she was big, tough girl now. No she didn't want to show Darien her weakness. All was heard between them was the wind blowing, she shivered again. It was way too cold.

She didn't even notice the leaves breaking as he made his way to her, he put the jacket that he was wearing, on her shoulders. Instead of offering back the way she would regularly, she greedily put on the jacket. "Thank you." She said very quietly and meekly, but still didn't look up.

Darien knelt down on one knee so he could look at her. Their eyes met, and he saw the melancholy that tormented the child.

"I'm so sorry, Serena." Darien said with much remorse. It really hurt him to see her like this.

She broke down into tears in front of him. Instead of freezing up, and not knowing what to do, he instead went to go hug her with all his might.

He went through the exact same thing. When his parents had died, all he wanted was comfort, except no was there to do that job for him. So, he just HAD to be there for Serena. She just sobbed and let out all of her sorrow. All was heard were her crying of "Why?" and "Daddy."

After calming down and staying in Darien's arms, he finally spoke. Serena was thinking he would have said 'It's okay.' Or something comforting like that, even though it wasn't at all the truth. He said something different though.

"Serena, I'm so sorry, that your dad died and no, it's not okay. Things like that happen in life, but don't you ever worry. I'm will be always there for you. No matter what." His voice was very strong.

She cried a little more after that. It was truth. Sometimes, he seemed so mature for being still a child, but she knew why. He had to grow up fast. Her thoughts were interrupted by him.

"Let's go back home, your mom is worried sick wondering where you are. Andrew is looking for you as well."

"Okay."

The seven year old and nine year old walked back to her house, hand holding hand with each other.

**End of Flashback***

I thought about this while Darien continued to hold me.

He and Andrew were the strongest male figures I held attachment on to. If either Darien or Andrew left or worst both left me, I don't think I will be able to survive. Especially without Darien. I had to make a choice though.

I could let him go with support and let him be happy or makes this very difficult for him. The thing is what choice do I make: Am I that selfish or not?

AN: WHOO! FINISHED and it's longest chapter so far! (That's kind of sad-making though…) I love it when inspiration hits you and just pours out! Well, thanks for the all review from before. I would love it, if you could review again, not just for my sake, but for this story.