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. This is
an extremely short chapter, but I needed to get it written before I could
continue with the storie.
Disclaimer: I own pretty much everything, except Darien and Kevin Fawkes.
Those two belong to Scifi and Stu Segall Studios.

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Kevin lifted his arm and straightened his watch. He rolled on his side to
face Andy.

Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was slow, measured, shallow. He
kissed her forehead not wanting to wake her.

Fishing for a pen and finding one, he wrote a short note telling her that
he'd call her later and left it by her phone.

A small noice downstairs snapped Kevin out of his trance. He pulled on his
boxers, his pants. 'Shirt, shirt, shirt, shirt,' Kevin repeated in his mind.
He glanced over at Andy.

She was wrapped up in his shirt, clutching the soft cotton to her breasts.

"Damn," he muttered. He finished dressing, minus the shirt, grabbed his bag,
and climbed out the window. The trellis was shakier than he remembered.

When he finally reached the ground, he sprinted silently to his parked car in
the alley.

Kevin turned around after ducking behind the blue Chevy. Looking closely, he
could see the Behmans' housekeeper, Rosa, tucking cereal boxes into the
cupboards. He sighed heavily and checked his watch.

6:02

Darien was going to be pissed.

*****

"I'm sorry, Darien. The experiment didn't work the first time, and I had to
do it over again!" Kevin lied hotly.

"Forget it, Kev! Give me the keys," Darien ordered harshly. Kevin
obediently dug the keys out of his pants pocket and tossed them across the
den to Darien.

"Look, man," Kevin began to explain the truth. Surely his brother would
understand that. "Let me tell you something."

"Save it for Mr. Jameson, Kev. I don't want to hear it," Darien stopped him.

"But..."

"No! I'm going to Bobby's. Who know when I'll be home, so don't ask!"
Darien slammed the door behind him.

Kevin sighed sadly and flung himself on the couch. The bright red numbers on
the digital clock glared at him from across the room.

6:43

Homework seemed more appealing than staring at the clock all night. Kevin
turned on the radio and grabbed his bag to emmerse his mind in Calculus.

*****

end part four

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