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DARIEN
The party pretty much split up after an hour or so. Almost everybody left. Of course, I had to drag my welcome all the way to 11 o'clock. And here I am now, the next day, sipping my coffee. Last nights events are still fresh in my mind.
It took a long time to convince Andrew that there was nothing between Serena and me, and that all I went upstairs to do was to apologize to Serena, like Andrew had told me to. Still, I don't think he believed me. Like I care what he thinks!
Of course you do! Serena still has a crush on him, right? You have to find out why she likes him, that way you can be more like Andrew and win her heart!
Come ON! If a girl doesn't like me for who I am, then I don't want to even try to get her to like me. It just isn't like that.
Then tell me, smarty-pants, how DOES it work?
The conversation ended.
Darien's thought: Don't you hate emotional battles? You can't decipher what you really feel, either. At first you think it's anger, then you think it's love, then you think it's affection. It's incredibly frustrating to try and find out what it actually is. (AN: We had to do a report on if Oobleck was liquid or solid. There was a LOT of controversy! It's hard to tell, really. I think it's a liquid, don't you agree? *nods head* I thought so.) *End of Darien's thought*
In hopped Serena for her afternoon arcade game session. She blushed when she saw Darien, and hurried over to the counter were Andrew was taking orders.
ANDREW
Ah ah! Here she comes now. Man, last night was a total shock. I knew they had feelings about each other, but I didn't think we would be so successful at setting people up.
Yesterday I had to come up with an excuse, and fast. I think the part about me and Rita went especially well. Yes, it's me, Andrew Furuhata, a man of many talents.
"Hi Andrew! I'll have a chocolate smoothie, a chocolate sundae, oooh, and a fudge brownie, please!" Serena was hopping with eagerness.
A snort came from behind Serena. "I see you like chocolate a lot."
"Yes I do, Darien. Now will you please step aside--"
Serena tripped and sprawled right into Darien's arms. Brown liquid was everywhere. Not only was Serena's chocolate smoothie on Darien's jacket, but Serena was dripping in coffee.
"Ow, ow! It's HOT!!!" Serena wailed.
Darien looked at me. I was hit with inspiration.
"Dare," I said cautiously. "why don't you take her to your place. That way she can change into some thing else."
I watched Darien's face pale.
"Meatball Head, in my house!" he gasped.
"It's cold out, and Serena would have to walk 6 blocks home." (AN: What a girl won't do for chocolate!)
"Why don't you take me?" Serena said, pleadingly.
"I can't, I don't have break for an hour." I replied.
"Well, can't Darien drive me there?"
"No way is a coffee covered Meatball Head going to ride in MY car." glared Darien.
"Well, then, I guess you'll just have to go to your house." I remarked.
After a lot of arguing, pushing and strange looks from customers, it was agreed. Darien was going to take Serena to his place. I could have jumped for joy. This was going to be perfect. Wait till I tell the others. But right now I have to mop up this mess!
SERENA
It took us a short time to get to Darien's apartment. It was only a block away! No wonder I keep bumping into him around this place. Darien was power-walking now.
"Hey, wait up!" I called.
No response.
"DARIEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I cried. Hey, what a girl's gotta do, a girl's gotta do.
Darien stopped. HE turned around and waited. I was huffing and puffing by the time we reached his apartment building.
"Meatball Head," Darien muttered, but loud enough for me to hear.
"What was that!" I yelled.
"SHHHHHH! This is an apartment complex!"
"Woops!" I broke into a sheepish grin.
"Meatball Head." Darien said.
I was about to reply when Darien open his door.
"Wow! What a nice place!" I peered inside. Yep, it was nice all right, but not my style.
But Darien's your style.
Wha? Darien is totally not my type!
You like him, right?
No!
Yeah, right.
"PuLEEZ!" I rolled my eyes.
"Are you all right?" Darien smirked.
"Yeah, I mean...uh, PLEASE may I change into something?"
"Here, follow me."
I took a look around and saw that there was 1 bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom, a dining room and a living room. Nice place.
Darien returned with a sweat-shirt and a pair of biking shorts. A raised eyebrow from me.
"It's all I could find. Tell me, with all the junk food you eat, how do you manage to stay so slim?"
I stuck my tongue at him and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
"Don't take too long! I don't need to shower but I've got to get you home." said Darien as I entered the door of the bathroom.
"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled.
I took a nice shower and changed into Darien's clothes. I felt energized.
I stepped outside and found Darien sleeping on the couch. I really didn't want to wake him up, since he already did a favor to me, I figured I'd cook him dinner. After I call my mom, that is.
"Yeah, mom, I'll be back before 10. Okay, bye."
Now, to start cooking that delicious dish for my Darien. Whoa, I'm getting way ahead of myself here.
DARIEN
I was sleeping when I smelled this delicious aroma from the kitchen. It kinda smelled like something burning, but since I was starving, I didn't care.
I went into the kitchen quietly and behold, there was Serena struggling to cook, or more rather, set the kitchen on fire.
"What are you doing?" I yawned.
"Oh, hi Darien. I just thought to return the favor by cooking you dinner."
I stood there, watching.
"Well," said Serena, sounding exasperated. "can you set the table for me?"
"Oh, yeah, sure." How rude of me.
"What kind of manners did your parents teach you, anyway?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. My parents.
"What's wrong?" Ah, my Serena, always kind and caring.
"My parents died in a car crash when I was six." I said coldly, and resumed setting the table.
"Oh."
We got well into dinner when Serena said,
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"
"There's nothing to say. They're dead, gone, I don't even think about them anymore." I gulped. It was obvious I was lying.
"Are you sure?"
I don't know why, but for the next half hour I was telling Serena everything about me. She was sympathetic.
"Wow," she whispered. "you had a tough life."
"Yeah, well, that's just the way it is. It's almost 10, you should probably get going now. You wouldn't want to miss curfew."
She stuck her tongue at me. "It's not a curfew, it's a time in which I have to be home so my parents won't worry about me."
I laughed and grabbed my coat, escorting her out the door.
The drive back to Serena's home was not a very long one. We had to walk back to the arcade and get my car, and it was only a ten minute drive.
I dropped her off and said good-bye, to only head home and lie in bed, thinking about my princess.
Hope you like the fic so far!! Reviewing is a MUST! Ciao!
~*kandyluva*~
DARIEN
The party pretty much split up after an hour or so. Almost everybody left. Of course, I had to drag my welcome all the way to 11 o'clock. And here I am now, the next day, sipping my coffee. Last nights events are still fresh in my mind.
It took a long time to convince Andrew that there was nothing between Serena and me, and that all I went upstairs to do was to apologize to Serena, like Andrew had told me to. Still, I don't think he believed me. Like I care what he thinks!
Of course you do! Serena still has a crush on him, right? You have to find out why she likes him, that way you can be more like Andrew and win her heart!
Come ON! If a girl doesn't like me for who I am, then I don't want to even try to get her to like me. It just isn't like that.
Then tell me, smarty-pants, how DOES it work?
The conversation ended.
Darien's thought: Don't you hate emotional battles? You can't decipher what you really feel, either. At first you think it's anger, then you think it's love, then you think it's affection. It's incredibly frustrating to try and find out what it actually is. (AN: We had to do a report on if Oobleck was liquid or solid. There was a LOT of controversy! It's hard to tell, really. I think it's a liquid, don't you agree? *nods head* I thought so.) *End of Darien's thought*
In hopped Serena for her afternoon arcade game session. She blushed when she saw Darien, and hurried over to the counter were Andrew was taking orders.
ANDREW
Ah ah! Here she comes now. Man, last night was a total shock. I knew they had feelings about each other, but I didn't think we would be so successful at setting people up.
Yesterday I had to come up with an excuse, and fast. I think the part about me and Rita went especially well. Yes, it's me, Andrew Furuhata, a man of many talents.
"Hi Andrew! I'll have a chocolate smoothie, a chocolate sundae, oooh, and a fudge brownie, please!" Serena was hopping with eagerness.
A snort came from behind Serena. "I see you like chocolate a lot."
"Yes I do, Darien. Now will you please step aside--"
Serena tripped and sprawled right into Darien's arms. Brown liquid was everywhere. Not only was Serena's chocolate smoothie on Darien's jacket, but Serena was dripping in coffee.
"Ow, ow! It's HOT!!!" Serena wailed.
Darien looked at me. I was hit with inspiration.
"Dare," I said cautiously. "why don't you take her to your place. That way she can change into some thing else."
I watched Darien's face pale.
"Meatball Head, in my house!" he gasped.
"It's cold out, and Serena would have to walk 6 blocks home." (AN: What a girl won't do for chocolate!)
"Why don't you take me?" Serena said, pleadingly.
"I can't, I don't have break for an hour." I replied.
"Well, can't Darien drive me there?"
"No way is a coffee covered Meatball Head going to ride in MY car." glared Darien.
"Well, then, I guess you'll just have to go to your house." I remarked.
After a lot of arguing, pushing and strange looks from customers, it was agreed. Darien was going to take Serena to his place. I could have jumped for joy. This was going to be perfect. Wait till I tell the others. But right now I have to mop up this mess!
SERENA
It took us a short time to get to Darien's apartment. It was only a block away! No wonder I keep bumping into him around this place. Darien was power-walking now.
"Hey, wait up!" I called.
No response.
"DARIEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I cried. Hey, what a girl's gotta do, a girl's gotta do.
Darien stopped. HE turned around and waited. I was huffing and puffing by the time we reached his apartment building.
"Meatball Head," Darien muttered, but loud enough for me to hear.
"What was that!" I yelled.
"SHHHHHH! This is an apartment complex!"
"Woops!" I broke into a sheepish grin.
"Meatball Head." Darien said.
I was about to reply when Darien open his door.
"Wow! What a nice place!" I peered inside. Yep, it was nice all right, but not my style.
But Darien's your style.
Wha? Darien is totally not my type!
You like him, right?
No!
Yeah, right.
"PuLEEZ!" I rolled my eyes.
"Are you all right?" Darien smirked.
"Yeah, I mean...uh, PLEASE may I change into something?"
"Here, follow me."
I took a look around and saw that there was 1 bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom, a dining room and a living room. Nice place.
Darien returned with a sweat-shirt and a pair of biking shorts. A raised eyebrow from me.
"It's all I could find. Tell me, with all the junk food you eat, how do you manage to stay so slim?"
I stuck my tongue at him and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
"Don't take too long! I don't need to shower but I've got to get you home." said Darien as I entered the door of the bathroom.
"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled.
I took a nice shower and changed into Darien's clothes. I felt energized.
I stepped outside and found Darien sleeping on the couch. I really didn't want to wake him up, since he already did a favor to me, I figured I'd cook him dinner. After I call my mom, that is.
"Yeah, mom, I'll be back before 10. Okay, bye."
Now, to start cooking that delicious dish for my Darien. Whoa, I'm getting way ahead of myself here.
DARIEN
I was sleeping when I smelled this delicious aroma from the kitchen. It kinda smelled like something burning, but since I was starving, I didn't care.
I went into the kitchen quietly and behold, there was Serena struggling to cook, or more rather, set the kitchen on fire.
"What are you doing?" I yawned.
"Oh, hi Darien. I just thought to return the favor by cooking you dinner."
I stood there, watching.
"Well," said Serena, sounding exasperated. "can you set the table for me?"
"Oh, yeah, sure." How rude of me.
"What kind of manners did your parents teach you, anyway?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. My parents.
"What's wrong?" Ah, my Serena, always kind and caring.
"My parents died in a car crash when I was six." I said coldly, and resumed setting the table.
"Oh."
We got well into dinner when Serena said,
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"
"There's nothing to say. They're dead, gone, I don't even think about them anymore." I gulped. It was obvious I was lying.
"Are you sure?"
I don't know why, but for the next half hour I was telling Serena everything about me. She was sympathetic.
"Wow," she whispered. "you had a tough life."
"Yeah, well, that's just the way it is. It's almost 10, you should probably get going now. You wouldn't want to miss curfew."
She stuck her tongue at me. "It's not a curfew, it's a time in which I have to be home so my parents won't worry about me."
I laughed and grabbed my coat, escorting her out the door.
The drive back to Serena's home was not a very long one. We had to walk back to the arcade and get my car, and it was only a ten minute drive.
I dropped her off and said good-bye, to only head home and lie in bed, thinking about my princess.
Hope you like the fic so far!! Reviewing is a MUST! Ciao!
~*kandyluva*~