A/N: Heeeheeeee ^_^ This is my personal favorite, haha c: Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

Meatball Head

Serena looked out the glass window and glared at all the female bystanders. They all had her hairstyle - which is the buns with the pigtails. But they thought they had Sailor Moon's hairstyle.

She grumbled as she took a long sip of her chocolate chip milkshake. "Of all the nerve...! How dare those girls steal my hairstyle!" she mumbled angrily.

"You mean Sailor Moon's hairstyle," saidAmy, never taking her eyes off her book.

"But still! I had that hairstyle before Sailor Moon even became famous!" Serena argued.

"Well, you are Serena, and you are Sailor Moon, aren't you?" Mina asked her, eating a french fry. Lita nodded her head in agreement, also eating a french fry.

"And besides, you should be happy that they're using your hairstyle, Sailor Moon," Rei scolded.

"I guess..." Serena muttered.

She was angry before her friends' responses, but now she was just plain sad. She couldn't believe that her friends weren't on her side.

Serena drank her milkshake in silence.

Until...

"Hey, Meatball Head! What's with the glum face? Fail another test yet again?" Darien snickered as he entered the arcade, sliding into the booth next to Serena and her friends' booth.

Her friends became too engrossed to what they were doing, not wanting to get sucked into Serena's and Darien's arguments.

The bun haired girl stuck her tongue out. "Get lost, Darien. I don't want to have an even worse mood."

"What? Why-"

"Hey, Serena!" Molly said, entering the arcade with Melvin. She had the same hairstyle as Sailor Moon. ("It's MY hairstyle!" - Serena)

"Oh, hi, Molly!" The said girl greeted.

"Hey, Darien!"

"Er, hi, Molly," the dark haired man said as the couple walked to an empty booth. He sipped his coffee that Andrew had given him a few seconds ago.

Usagi scowled and glowered at the man.

"What?" he asked her, scowling back. "Quit making that face, it might get stuck."

"That's mean."

"Geez, it was a joke. I-"

"No, not that! You can call me Meatball Head, but when you see another girl with my hairstyle-"

"You mean Sailor Moon's?"

"SHUT UP," Serena hissed, giving him an icy glare that could kill. "As I was saying, you can call me Meatball Head, but when you see another girl with a meatball head, you call them by their name?"

Darien stiffened.

"Yeah," he finally answered.

"And why?" the girl asked, crossing her arms.

"Because," Darien said, sliding out of the booth.

"Because?"

"Because, you're Meatball Head. Not them."

The dark haired man exited the arcade, leaving his halfway-full coffee cup and a surprisingly happy Serena to her teasing friends.