This Sailor Moon story is AU with some OCs of mine. Sailor Moon and the cast belong to the magnificent Naoko Takeuchi.
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Donnie Jensen:
"Serena, would—would you like to dance… with me?" I recited in the full-length mirror of my old room.
Barnes College was about a thirty minute drive from here, same as my dorm room, but dad was never really home so my room stayed the same. Though, now, there was a little bit of dust on the drawer set and trunk at the foot of my bed.
"You look great tonight. Did you do something to your hair?" I frowned. This is no use. Serena's not going to take me back. Maybe she would... if I could show her the man that she deserves – the man I want to be for her.
I heard the doorbell ring and waited in silence. Maybe it was just dad finally home from the office. But dad wouldn't ring the doorbell.
It rang again, and again once more. Who the hell is that?
Rushing down the stairs, I opened the front door in the foyer to reveal an old friend, "Manners."
"Donovan," he acknowledged.
"What are you doing here?" I prodded as Kairi Manners saw fit to invite himself in.
"I hear that you are taking Serena out to dinner tonight," I nodded, "Then you know exactly why I'm here." I cocked my head to the side and furrowed my brow, "Serena deserves better than you, Donnie. And I'm saying that full-knowing that you could knock me out where I stand. She's an amazing girl."
"Woman; she's turned into an amazing woman. And I love her, Kairi. I always have."
"You had a funny way of showing it when you broke her heart. I know what happened between you two." I glared at him until that last sentence. What does he know?
"What are you talking about?"
"You, Serena… The Riviera."
"Prom night? Dude, we broke up a month into college, not my last month at Juuban High."
"And where do you think all the issues started?"
I hadn't thought of that. Did the issues really go that far back? "How much do you know?"
"Not much. Serena couldn't confide in anyone about what was going on at the time but I caught her crying the day you two broke it off. She mainly just sputtered nouns but after what I could recall from you over the last few months, I put two and two together." Kairi shook his head and groaned, "Geez, man, you could never keep it in your pants, could you?"
"Shut it, Manners."
"No, I'm serious. If a girl says no, you don't prod her further and keep asking, hoping that the answer may change in just a few moments. You stupid, slime—."
"I got it, okay? And we never—we never did it. She said no at first, but then was curious… A little bit into it she decided to change her mind. And I accepted that."
"And in the months to follow? What of them?"
"In the months to follow I tried to persuade her that we could go further if we admitted the love we had for each other. She had a hard time admitting that," Kairi eyed me, "Or maybe she just didn't. But when she found out I went to a party with the football team, cheerleaders and drill girls… she got jealous."
"Jealous, eh?"
"Yes, she thought that I would cheat on her with one of them, but my heart belonged to her. I tried to get her to realize that but she struggled. A month later she broke up with me. She broke my heart."
There was silence in the sitting room. Kairi seemed stunned by my explanation so perhaps he didn't believe it. Perhaps I didn't want to admit it that Serena was the one that got away. All my life had been building towards becoming the star athlete – going to college and then law school at Dartmouth – being the tough guy who put everyone else in their place and never admitting something such as feelings; lest my father should hear about it...
Oh, the great and magnificent and judicial Tobias Jensen. Was I doomed to become like him; a man with no heart and no care? He practically packed the car for mom and he never went out with friends. I always imagined, when I was little, that his late nights were spent at the bar with a group of guys telling him, "Toby, the next round is on us, man!" or "Toby, you did an excellent job closing that case today!"
No one was even allowed to call him Toby. Not even my late grandmother.
Perhaps that was my problem. I had been so focused these twenty years on impressing my father, though he was never there to protest: Someone who never made it home for dinner? Who never read me a bedtime story or went to one of my games that he insisted I join the sports' team for? I was stuck impressing a man who would never notice consolement from belligerence.
EDIT: About Donnie, everyone has their story. This answers many of the questions surrounding Serena and Donnie's history together and helps to even the playing field. Now no one knows who she's gonna choose ;)
Also, as for the drugged drink, it was a random drink that Serenity grabbed at Aviatia. It could have been anyone's drink and just the same it could have been drugged by anyone at the club. I promise that it was placed in the storyline as a caution to not grabbing random drinks/being too trusting rather than someone trying to drug Serenity.
