Title: Senior '89
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Summary: Darien and Kevin's senior year. Darien's a social king, and Kevin's a nerdy outcast. Where's the relation again?
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Distribution: My site, Fanfiction.net, IMFanfic list, and NeonSilence. Anyone else, please ask and ye shall recieve.
Author's Notes: I'm writing on the assumpsion that Darien is 30 years old in 2001. That may or may not be right, but that's the way I wrote it. Also, this is a really short chapter. I hope to have chapter four written by next week.
Disclaimer: I own pretty much everything, except Darien and Kevin Fawkes. Those two belong to Scifi and Stu Segall Studios.
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"Thanks for your help with this, Kevin."
"Oh, hey, no problem, Mr. Jameson," Kevin replied easily. He gently placed the glass beakers in the cabinets and checked his watch. 3:45. Andy should be done with drama by now, he thought.
"See ya Monday, Mr. Jameson," Kevin called, hightailing it out the door.
Kevin almost felt bad about lying to his brother. There was no experiment; he just needed the excuse.
He stopped short when he saw her. Her soft brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her green eyes wide and laughing behind the thin, wire-framed glasses. She was striking.
Kevin had made his interest known to her six months ago. And much to his delight, she had reciprocated.
He called her name.
Her head jerked up at the sound from his lips. The smile that crossed her face melted his every defense.
She quickly said goodbye to her friends and sauntered lazily toward him. Her hand on his cheek, she turned her face up to kiss him softly, chastely on the lips. "Hello, Kevin," she said lovingly.
"Hey, sweetheart. Guess what."
"What, Kevin?" She had no terms of affection for him. But he didn't need them; she could make his name sound like the most beautiful music.
"I got the car. Darien told me to have it back by five or he'd kick my ass. But he won't be going to Bobby's 'till seven, so..." he trailed off.
She looked at him, mischief dancing in her emeralds. "So..." she mimicked.
"So, I thought maybe since your parents are away for the weekend, we could go back to your house. Hang out or," he paused, smiling the same impishness that shone on her face, "whatever."
"Let's go, Kevin," she said, pulling him into a kiss. Her hands trailed down to the collar of his shirt and gripped, twisting the fabric in her fingers.
"Let's go," she repeated.
*****
end part three
Author: AriellaGiselle
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Summary: Darien and Kevin's senior year. Darien's a social king, and Kevin's a nerdy outcast. Where's the relation again?
Spoilers: I don't think there are any.
Distribution: My site, Fanfiction.net, IMFanfic list, and NeonSilence. Anyone else, please ask and ye shall recieve.
Author's Notes: I'm writing on the assumpsion that Darien is 30 years old in 2001. That may or may not be right, but that's the way I wrote it. Also, this is a really short chapter. I hope to have chapter four written by next week.
Disclaimer: I own pretty much everything, except Darien and Kevin Fawkes. Those two belong to Scifi and Stu Segall Studios.
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"Thanks for your help with this, Kevin."
"Oh, hey, no problem, Mr. Jameson," Kevin replied easily. He gently placed the glass beakers in the cabinets and checked his watch. 3:45. Andy should be done with drama by now, he thought.
"See ya Monday, Mr. Jameson," Kevin called, hightailing it out the door.
Kevin almost felt bad about lying to his brother. There was no experiment; he just needed the excuse.
He stopped short when he saw her. Her soft brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her green eyes wide and laughing behind the thin, wire-framed glasses. She was striking.
Kevin had made his interest known to her six months ago. And much to his delight, she had reciprocated.
He called her name.
Her head jerked up at the sound from his lips. The smile that crossed her face melted his every defense.
She quickly said goodbye to her friends and sauntered lazily toward him. Her hand on his cheek, she turned her face up to kiss him softly, chastely on the lips. "Hello, Kevin," she said lovingly.
"Hey, sweetheart. Guess what."
"What, Kevin?" She had no terms of affection for him. But he didn't need them; she could make his name sound like the most beautiful music.
"I got the car. Darien told me to have it back by five or he'd kick my ass. But he won't be going to Bobby's 'till seven, so..." he trailed off.
She looked at him, mischief dancing in her emeralds. "So..." she mimicked.
"So, I thought maybe since your parents are away for the weekend, we could go back to your house. Hang out or," he paused, smiling the same impishness that shone on her face, "whatever."
"Let's go, Kevin," she said, pulling him into a kiss. Her hands trailed down to the collar of his shirt and gripped, twisting the fabric in her fingers.
"Let's go," she repeated.
*****
end part three
