Thank you for all the reviews! I really appreciate them.

From the advice I got from you all, I'm definitely thinking of more ways to make Darien jealous. Oh the evils he'll soon endure. XD

"What else does the magazine suggest?" asked Serena.

"Seven Minutes in Heaven." Molly read from the latest issue of Cosmo.

She and Molly were lounging on a few couches on the study group section of the library. Talking was permitted but screaming was not. The girls were almost done with their math work sheet and decided a magazine break was issued. Rather Serena begged for one after glancing at a nearby magazine that promised ten sure fire ways to make that certain guy finally notice you.

"Maybe," shrugged the blonde. "But I never really thought that game was for me."

"Says here," read her friend, "that it can release your true desires and will definitely let the guy know how you feel."

"Sounds efficient. I guess I could give it a try."

"I wonder if I'm suppose to wish you good luck," giggled Molly.

"You might as well," said the blonde. "How am I suppose to get him to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with me?"

Whack!

Both of the girls' ears perked at the loud noise. It sounded like a heavy book falling flat on the ground. Seeing no one that could explain the sound, they shrugged and turned back to their books.

Behind a large shelf near them, a hand slowly reached out and grasped the top of the book. And dragged it back to his shaking body.

"Meatball Head wants Seven Minutes in Heaven with some guy?" groaned Darien through his teeth. "My Meatball Head?" His fingers shook as he attempted to lift his fallen book. "This is ridiculous! How could she..."

Suddenly he smacked his forehead. Groaning he leaned back against the shelf. Maybe I should've told her, he thought. She doesn't know how I feel so it's not like she can't just go around with some other guy... "Ugh!" He couldn't even finish the thought.

"Done!" came a cheer from the table.

"Finally!"

Darien's ears perked up recognizing that voice as Serena's. The other person must be her red headed friend.

"Do you need the magazine?" asked her friend.

"Nah," said the blonde.

Darien sighed in relief. If she didn't need the magazine, she probably won't try following its advice.

"I don't need directions on how to play Seven Minutes in Heaven; everyone knows how to play it," said Serena.

He groaned, fingers pulling the hair off his scalp.

"Right," said Molly, giggling again. "I wanna check out these two books so I'll meet you down stairs."

"Sounds good," said the blonde, packing up the rest of her stuff.

"Now's my chance!" mumbled Darien.

He jumped up, walking to the end of the book shelf. He peeked around the corner waiting until her friend left—waiting until Serena was alone.

Adjusting his shirt and running his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath. Gathering his books in his hands, he walked towards the table.

Serena's head was down as she assembled all her stray papers.

Darien coughed in his throat, causing her to look up at him as he tried to casually walk by her.

"Hey there, Meatball Head," he said nonchalantly. "What brings you here?"

"Uh, hey." She blinked in surprise. "Nothing—just studying with a friend. She just went to check out some books."

"Ah, okay," he said, nodding along. Pretending he was hearing the information for the first time. "How exciting. Oh, what's that?" he asked, pointing towards the magazine they were looking at earlier.

"That? Oh, that's nothing to worry about." Her fingers reached towards it, trying to hide the cover. "Just something we were looking at."

"What's that it says?" he asked, leaning forward. "10 Ways to Make a Guy Notice You?"

"I-it's just an article," she stumbled. Leave it to Darien to find the one article we read thought Serena with a groan.

"That sounds ridiculous," he said, waving a hand in disbelief. "Their ideas probably don't even work. What'd they suggest—Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

"Uh..." Her cheeks pinked.

"Don't do that, Meatball Head," he lectured. Begged. "Really, you don't want to go around doing that with some guy you barely know. He won't enjoy it."

"H-he won't?"

"No way—and you'll just end up getting Mono or something. How'd you like to be stuck in bed all day at home for about a month. No school or anything—"

Darn! He groaned. She doesn't want to go to school, he chided himself. You're not deferring her away from playing that stupid game with some stupid little boy!

"So," she said, biting her lip. "You don't like the idea—"

"No, never!" He grabbed her shoulder, pulling her closer. "Seriously, stay away from it—the game." He thought about her chasing some boy while playing soccer. Or touching some guy's body while trying to get him out in baseball. "And games—any games. You should stay away from games. Actually, just stay away from boys in general. That's probably the best advice."

"You want me to stay away from—"

"Boys. Just all boys," he said casually. As if he didn't sound crazy. "Or people that know boys. That'd be good, too."

"But...how does that...what?"

"Serena!"called out Molly. The pair turned to see the red head walking quickly towards the table, her head hidden by a magazine she was reading. "I found another way to tell Darien you like him."

"What?"

"Molly!"

The red head slowly inched the magazine down. Her face blanched as she saw her very red friend standing next to a very surprised Darien.

What'd you think? How long do you think Molly survive after this drabble? :p

Oh, and does anyone have any other suggestions to make Darien jealous?