Author's Notes: Sorry I haven't been uploading anything lately. My family and I just moved to a new place right after fanfiction.net came down which is why I didn't have the chance to continue with my chapters right away. Not to mention the terrible event last week. My prayers go out to all of you who were affected by this a bit more than any of us were. I'm praying for all of you.
Also keep in mind that my school has started as well which slows down my progress. This means that I might be getting out 1 chapter for every fic I'm presently working on every week instead of every few days, or 1 chapter for a certain fic and another chapter for the other fic (alternate). Anyway, here is the next chapter plus a summary/snippet of the other fic I'm working on: " Shadow ".
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*Shadow
" You need to learn. You are far too gentle with them, " Rafe stated solemnly with the same french accent he always carried. He quietly took a sip of the warm liquid.
" Am I? "
A dark chuckle escaped his throat. He looked at the young man with piercing grey eyes and smirked.
" Yes, you are. You have much to learn. Remember that you are what you are now because of me, which means that when I tell you to hurt them you must hurt them. So far I haven't seen you do that..... "
" Exactly. I am what I am now because of you, and I'm surprised at how know that but you never seem to recognize my hatred for you. Your every word, your every action makes me sick......because you helped me become what I am now, " Darien shot a glare at the older man while running a firm hand through his ebony hair. " I never wanted this......this life that I have now. Can I even call it a life? I never wanted you to make me leave what I left behind. " His tone darkened with every word.
Rafe took another sip. His features showed no signs of Darien's bitter words. It was as if he wasn't the least bit affected. However, his eyes showed that he was. He kept his gaze fixed on Darien the whole time.....unmoving and frozen with anger. His eyes seemed to be silently scolding him.
" Your hatred isn't going to do anything, but your rebellious attitude will. "
" Well you wouldn't have to put up with it if you didn't make me this way, " Darien replied with a smirk, thinking that it would change the old man's mind.
Terrible error.
Rafe slammed the cup down on the wooden table, taking Darien off guard. A few drops of the liquid spilled, causing a small red puddle to form. A few heads in the dim cafe turned around to face the two of them. Others turned away while others remained watching the two with curiosity.
Darien looked at Rafe with a questioning look. His eyes flamed with caution and anger blended together.
" I'm being patient with you boy, " Rafe hissed. His slightly wrinkled hands squeezed the cup, causing it to shake. " The only way you'll get rid of me is by proving yourself worthy. Those who are ready to leave their masters are not afraid to kill, never reluctant, and certainly not as stubborn as you are. They are wise, strong, and swift. You are only the last two. You are very skilled, Darien. That you have showed me, but the way you think still holds you back. "
" I never even wanted a master damnit! " Darien blurted out. Regret instantly swept him away. Numerous people looked at him, and Rafe looked extremely disappointed.
" Look, " he muttered almost inaudibly. It was obvious he was trying to hold his patience. " You want your freedom, you need to earn it. I'm giving one last chance to prove yourself. "
He reached into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a torn out newspaper article. He handed it to Darien who took it with sudden force. He as might as well have snatched it from him.
His blue eyes fell upon the article and quickly moved from left to right, sweeping the words with his gaze. His brows knitted together in confusion. " It's a poem. "
" Yes, it is. Look at the picture. "
He shifted his gaze to a small black and white picture right below the poem. It showed a girl with what seemed to be light colored hair and a fair complexion. Above it, right in between the picture and the poem, was her name printed in bold black.
" Serena Eve, " the words escaped his lips like a silent spell.
" Find her, " Rafe ordered. His voice held no threatening tone, but it was firm and gave the impression that he didn't want to be disobeyed.
" But she's a girl. What makes her such a challenge, " Darien questioned while keeping his gaze upon Rafe's hands which still held the trembling cup.
" You'll see. You better do good on this. Fail and this is what happens to everything you've worked for, " his voice darkened, accompanying the sound of his cup which shook even more before crushing into his hands.
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There's the summary. The first chapter's due in two weeks. Now on with the next chapter for " Hidden ".
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" He looks like an angel. "
" He's handsome.....that's it. "
" Look at his eyes. He has such long lashes..... "
" I wouldn't mind taking him for a dance sometime. "
" You're just terrible! "
Serena carefully took quick sips of the warm soup set in front of her. Her spine tingled as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably. The whispers floated in and out of her ears. They didn't seem to be whispers at all. The two younger girls were blushing and chatting away in hushed voices as if they were trying to prevent her from hearing them silently giggle. She nearly snorted. She heard them alright, and it wasn't flattering at all. She was next to panic and wanted more than anything to retreat back to the room she had been offered.
The other men in the room.......the real men, flashed each other amused looks. Darien kept grinning at her in a boyish way. It was as if he was playfully teasing her since all of them heard the "whispers". A faint blush rose to her cheeks. Almost all eyes were on her, including Monique's who was flashing her an apologetic look for her sisters' rude behavior.
Their voices caused a giggle to escape one maid's throat. She held her position and stopped before she could laugh any furthur, but there was still a grin on her face. One of the other servants smirked as well. The two children were actually discussing something other than dolls in the same tone of voice they always used.
" So, " Henry cut in. " How have things been so far? Everything's going well, I'm assuming. "
" Everything's just fine, father, " Andrew was the only one to respond. Both Darien and Andrew gave him their attention, but the two girls kept giggling, regardless of what their father said.
Monique was paying attention, but her eyes were glued to her sisters. There was a firm line spread across her lips and a small frown was forming.
" What about you, Samuel? How do you like it in my home so far? "
Serena cleared her throat for a brief moment. " It's a wonderful place. I don't think I can ever thank you enough...... "
" Oh goodness, look at how grateful he is, " The sound of Anna's voice cut through the conversation.
" You're mad. All men are suppose to be respectful. "
" And his voice...... "
" You're obssessed. "
" Will you two please hush up, " Monique scolded in a low yet firm voice. The two girls instantly stopped talking, but there was still a dreamy look on their faces.
A bead of sweat ran down Serena's neck. Another one followed. Her face was warm, and she knew that she was probably so red at the moment. She raised an uncomfortable hand and wiped the drop off her neck before shifting in her seat. Another little one popped out of nowhere. Her brows knitted together in irritation. It was bad enough that she had to sit there and have them talk about her without knowing that she was a girl, and now she actually had to force herself to cool off. She wasn't mad......just embarrassed.
One of the servants stepped up beside her and filled her glass with a reddish liquid. He did the same with the others. His actions were swift, but Serena still managed to see the amused look on his face. Was she that red?
" So.....you were saying, " Henry stated.
All eyes suddenly fell on her in silence. The giggles had died down and now everyone was looking at her as if they were expecting her to throw up.
Good lord, I must look like an apple, she muttered inwardly.
The heat was rising. Her cheeks felt like fire and sweat seemed to trail down her back even faster. Their curious stares weren't helping either. She opened her mouth in an attempt to reply, but she gave out a very small cough instead. Her hand shot up to her mouth while the other quickly grabbed the glass the servant had just filled earlier and quickly drank the liquid within, regardless of what it was. All she knew was that she about to panic, she was slowly heating up, and she had to drink something to restore her voice.
They looked at her with alarmed expressions, silently watching out for what would happen next.
The heat within her died down almost instantly. The cool liquid rushed through her body in one soothing motion, preventing any more sweat from running. Her face felt cool. It was as if ice was thrown down her back, and it was a feeling of welcome. She could have sworn for sure that she wasn't red anymore. Luckily, she still had that girlish grace she was trained to carry which didn't make her actions look rude. Yes, it was fast, but it still displayed good manners.
She coughed again, this time in a more proper way. " I'm sorry, I just felt a little dizzy. "
There was a look of relief on some of their faces. Darien and Andrew, however, still looked at her as if she would be sick.
She stared at them for a moment, not sure of what to say. She lost her words. They stared back at her, as if asking her what she was planning to say. She felt as if the heat would return and it nearly did. Luckily, she found her tongue again and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
" What is that drink called again? "
She inwardly kicked herself. Stupid question, she spat.
" It's wine, " Darien replied. He was still looking at her as if she had lost her head.
" Oh.....it's good. "
There was a cloud of silence that fell over them. Serena's back stiffened. Of course it's good! What another idiotic thing to say. Yet still no one spoke.
Jacqueline giggled, breaking the silence. " You're funny, " she grinned.
For some reason, her laugh seemed to lighten the mood and everyone else settled down a bit more. "Tense" seemed to disappear from her vocabulary. She assumed that Jacqueline's point of view about her gave everyone a feeling of calm satisfaction. It was probably that contagious childish humor that cheered everyone up.....almost. Not quite sure what to think, she only settled in her chair a bit more.......this time with ease.
Serena reached out for the glass and took another sip of the wine. She was nearly overwhelmed. She coughed and choked with the unfamiliar taste. She was nervous earlier which is why she didn't really notice the taste. She still didn't, but she was a bit more aware of the unpleasant chokes it came with. However, there was still that bitter-sweet taste in it that called her to take a few more sips.
She took another one while everyone else continued eating. Things were back to normal again....somewhat.
" So....how was your trip father, " Monique questioned.
" It was beautiful. I'll be giving you your presents later tonight. "
The two younger girls beamed with excitement.
" Oh and Samuel, you can borrow some of Andrew's or Darien's clothes, " Henry smiled at her.
" I can, " she choked out.
" Yes you can. My home is your home. Enjoy it. "
Darien and Andrew smiled warmly at her as if it were permission.
" Oh and if you need help with some of the shirts, since some of them are rather complicated, don't hesitate to ask. "
She felt the heat rise again. " Um.........okay, thank you. "
" How old are you again, Samuel, " Darien questioned, flashing her a curious look. He looked serious about the question. He really wanted to know her age.......but what age would she give him?
She forced down a lump in her throat. She couldn't remember. What was it? 15? 16? She absently reached for the glass and drank more, hoping that the cool liquid would cool her down again. It wasn't helping this time.
Henry chuckled. " He's nervous again. That's how he was on the ship. "
She kept drinking, regardless of the fact that she was.
" Samuel's shy, " Anna grinned.
Still kept drinking........
" He just needs time to get used to things. "
And drinking........
" I think that's just how he is. "
Good god, can't they see me sitting here, she nearly choked out the wine.
" He........what's that white thing under his shirt? "
She choked. The liquid was suddenly forced down her throat followed by a waterfall of coughs. Now she felt blue.
" Oh.....never mind. It's just a button. "
Her heart thumped rapidly. She stared blankly at Jacqueline who had made the comment. The little girl only blinked in confusion. " What? It was just a button....... "
Just a button.....just a button.........she didn't see the band, she saw a button. Damnit, I don't have any buttons! Serena growled inwardly, trying to calm herself down. Her heart slowed down.
" Father, I think Samuel needs some rest, " Monique flashed her a worried look.
" Yes, you're right. Samuel, Monique will take you to your room. You like tired, boy. You need some sleep. Perhaps that trip made you a bit sick. At least take a nice shower to cool you off. "
Serena nodded almost instantly. " Yes......you're right. I'll just take a shower. I'm sorry. The food was good though.... "
The last word came out as a hiccup. It wasn't until then when they realized that she drank all her wine in less than two minutes.
" Wait.......could I just get one last drink though? That wine's good, " she grinned.
The servant flashed her a curious glance and filled her glass once again. She drank the liquid in two gulps before letting out another small hiccup.
" Goodness, he's drunk! " Anna's eyes widened.
Monique looked worried. " You really need some rest. Come with me - "
" Could I get one last glass please? "
" No, no, that's fine. You need a shower and then some rest. Tomorrow you can have more if you want. "
Serena nodded absently and silently followed Monique up the stairs to her room.
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" Alright, here are your clothes. Their Darien's. They should probably fit you.....I think, " Monique handed a pair of fresh clothes and a towel. Serena had her pants on and she held onto the towel in front of her chest.
" I'm sorry if they're a bit too big, " she apologized with an amused smile on her face upon seeing how bony Serena was for a guy.
Serena smiled back. Her wet hair was wrapped up in a hat. She tried to take the towel off, but found herself tangled in it. She was thinking with a better mind......but not completely clear yet.
Monique cocked a brow at her. " Here......let me help you. "
Serena nodded absently. Monique freed her hands and reached for the towel, in an attempt to take it off so she could put on Darien's shirt. Serena's eyes suddenly went wide as she snatched the towel back upon realizing what was about to happen.
Monique looked alarmed.
" Oh....I'm sorry, I just forgot to do something. I'll be right back. " She quickly ran for the bathroom with the towel clutched at her chest.
She pushed open the door, leaving a confused Monique behind. Panic had it's tight grip on her again. She looked around for the band but couldn't find it. Sweat began to run down her back again, despite the bath that she just took. She inwardly scolded herself, blaming her stupidity for nearly letting Monique realize that she was a girl. What would they have done if they found out?
She suddenly froze. What WOULD they have done? She bit her bottom lip in guilt. They've done so much for her despite all the times when she made a fool out of herself. They're the only ones keeping her safe in this new land and she just had to hide something from them. She felt terrified and guilty at the same time. She didn't want to pretend to be a man. She wanted to tell them she was a girl and she would if she could, but there was never a promise that could assure her they won't give away her secret.
What if she begged them to keep her identity secret? They seem like nice people. Maybe they would.
But then again, wouldn't they be upset that she hid it from them in the first place?
On second thought.....she was still new to the family. It was reasonable that she wouldn't tell them right away.
However, if they find out she's a girl then yes, they might keep it a secret but they might also slip.
Serena bit her bottom lip as if she were in pain. The very thought of them accidentally giving her away was harsh. She couldn't even risk that.
There was a chance that she could just tell the adults though. That way, the kids won't have to keep themselves from sharing the word with their friends.
But what if they find out she's a princess? Yes, she did come from a land no one quite knew about, but what if they send someone to look for her? They could just search everywhere and not say anything about her being a princess.........or they could give out a reward. They'd find her for sure.
She frowned in confusion. Surely they wouldn't take the money, would they? They were rich enough already, and they didn't seem like the greedy type. However, if they do actually agree to never give her away then won't they be placed in danger too if her family finds out they've been helping her hide?
A small sigh escaped her lips. She couldn't do that to them. She wasn't even sure if they could keep it a secret for a long time. She couldn't risk getting them in trouble with her family. Besides, wouldn't that give her land away?
Her eyes trailed off into a hopeless pit........bottomless, dark, and full of thoughts that wouldn't help. It was no use. There really was no way she could tell them she was a girl. Even if there were a lot of reasons to tell them, there would still be too much of a risk involved. She might as well be stupid to do that.
Something caught her eye, snapping her out of her trance.
The band! It was lying on a table. It was a bit soggy in certain areas. It was a wonder Monique didn't see it.
Her heart skipped a beat. Did Monique actually see it? She shook her thoughts away, not wanting to scare herself anymore. She grabbed it and wrapped it around her chest again, followed by the towel. She flew out of the bathroom and grabbed the shirt, quickly buttoning it up before Monique had a chance to notice the band. However, she didn't need to rush. Monique wasn't there.
Her eyes scanned the room looking for her. Her fingers quickly dressed herself up while she did this. She might as well get two things done at once.
" Monique, " she called out as soon as everything she needed was on.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the hall.
" Monique? Are you there, " she slowly moved forward, followed by a small hiccup.
The footsteps grew louder, and a shadow appeared on the wall. Monique stepped in with a puzzled look on her face. " I'm sorry.......I was just looking for something. Have you seen a band anywhere around here? I found it lying around somewhere so I figured that I might as well keep it. "
Serena could have sworn her face turned bright red. " A band? No, sorry. I haven't seen anything....."
" Oh alright then....well, I better go check to see if the girls are fine. Will you be alright? "
" Yes, I'll just look around. Thank you, " she smiled, taking note of the normal expression on Monique's face. She didn't notice. A wave of relief seemed to envelope her.
Monique smiled back and walked off. Her footsteps echoed in the hallway before fading away along with her shadow.
Serena fiddled with her fingers for a moment, wringing them together. What now? Looking around the place would be good, but where should she start? She barely knew the way to her the room she was in.
She walked towards the door and leaned against a wall. Everything was silent. The sound of a few crickets could be heard outside, but nothing more......at least that's what she thought.
Her back stiffened as her ears picked up a faint sound. At first it sounded like a guitar, but then it turned out to be the clinking of glass or something related. Men's voices.......Laughter.......
Someone was having a celebration somewhere far, she assumed. However, it took only a minute for her to realize it was coming from this very house. Her brows knitted together in confusion. Who would be celebrating at this time?
Curiosity struck her. She quietly walked past other rooms, hearing her own footsteps echo in the hallway. Her ears kept listening while her eyes trailed across the walls. A few paintings were placed here and there. Pictures of landscapes and english men and women with unfamiliar faces decorated the walls. Their eyes seemed to stare at her as if scolding her for roaming around. She shuddered. The fine hair on her neck rose and a cool breeze seemed to whip her.
One painting stood proudly above the staircase which came into view. It was the painting of a woman....so life-like yet animated at the same time. Ebony locks curled their way over her shoulders, and crystal blue eyes seemed to gaze at her with such an innocent look in them. Her lips were curved into a small smile. You'd think she was serious if you didn't look close enough. Her skin was pale and among all the paintings of men and women, she looked like the youngest and probably the most pleasant....almost sad. She gave Serena a warm feeling instead of the cold shivers she got while looking into the others' eyes.
" She looks like Darien, " she whispered absently, " except in a very femenine way. " It was surprising actually. The woman looked kind and almost too beautiful of a goddess to be just a painting, while Darien looked so much like what any other masculine man would look like......except a bit more handsome. Yet they both held such a striking resemblance.
" It must be the hair and the eyes, " she stated in a flat tone, pushing the thought away. The woman looked too beautiful and sad at the same time. It almost made her feel terrible again. However, another painting caught her eye.
Not too far away was a small painting. In it were fields of rice and men and women with hats, planting the crop. There was a cow-like animal with horns in the distance.....a striking resemblance of the carabao. There were mountains in the background. The sun gave a few bright rays that gave the sky a pinkish tone. It was sunrise. Even though the painting was small, she could still make it out in detail.
" Mother..... " she whispered, not even knowing that she did. It reminded her of her home. It was almost exactly alike.....except that she wasn't actually there.
Sadness wrapped itself around her. She felt tears rising, but her eyes weren't that moist. She just missed them all. She missed waking up every morning and seeing that very painting come to life before her eyes. She missed eating the famous treats her mother would help prepare. She even missed her wedding gown.
This brought out a small laugh. Yes, she missed it.......just not the wedding.
A small sigh escaped her lips. Why did she have to be in a situation like this? She wanted to go back home, but then again she didn't. It was confusing and made her feel terribly upset. However, there was nothing much she could do. If only -
The sound of laughter cut through her thoughts. She suddenly remembered why she was out there in the first place. It was louder now. It sounded as if it were coming from a shed outside. She wrapped the jacket around her and quickly descended down the stairs. She walked towards the massive doors and opened them, in search for the sound's origin.
She found it.
In the near distance was a lake and a shed beside it. Light blazed from inside, and the sound of men laughing told her that the celebration was there. It wasn't far away. It wasn't beyond the gates, so she could enter.
More curious than ever, she walked towards the shed and stepped inside. The doors were open. Numerous lanterns lit the whole area. There was so many it started to look like early morning. Hay was everywhere, and a table was set right in the middle. Bottles adorned it, and two men occupied some of the few chairs that surrounded the wooden furniture.
Darien and Andrew laughed to no end, wiping tears from their eyes and gasping for air. Andrew coughed a few times and Darien was laughing too hard to make his roars of joy loud. It was the type of laugh that just made it too hard for you to even squeak.
Andrew looked up and a large smile rose upon his face upon seeing her.
" Samuel! Come in........join us, " he grinned, still laughing between words.
Darien looked up as well and grinned, but he still couldn't spare a sound. His laughter was too hard and masculine. It almost scared her.
Serena stepped in, suddenly wishing she didn't come out. The bottles and the bitter scent that trailed from them told her enough to know why they were in such joy.
They were drunk......just like the way she could have been had she not stopped drinking.
" Come on......we need another man around here, " Andrew grinned, patting her on the back.
His playful actions were hard and rougher than usual. He didn't mean it. She knew that. After all, they WERE drunk. It was reasonable enough.
A small cough escaped her lips as she grabbed a seat between them. The table was round so both of them faced her. Darien had calmed down a bit, but he still chuckled every now and then.
" Want one, " Andrew handed her a bottle from one of the rows that weren't empty yet. " It's good. Just don't drink too much. You'll get drunk, and we knew better than that, " he grinned.
She raised her brows in disbelief. Was he joking? Or was he just too drunk to realize?
She reluctantly took the bottle and raised it to her lips. The sharp scent struck her nostrils, making it almost too strong for her to stand. She turned away for a brief moment and sniffed. Now why didn't she notice this scent earlier?
A second or two passed and she sucked in her breath before turning back around. She quickly brought the bottle to her lips, tilted it, and allowed the liquid to flow into her mouth. Her tastebuds seemed to cringe.
The leaned forward and coughed, suddenly unfamiliar to the taste once again. What was wrong with her? She wasn't embarassed enough to really notice the taste earlier, was she?
Darien smirked at her. " It's wine. "
" I know what it is, " she choked out. " It's just......different. "
" You'll get used to it. After a couple of sips it will taste better, " Andrew chimed in before taking down a gulp of his own wine.
I'll get used to it, she thought bitterly while moving the bottle around. She watched the liquid swirl around inside like small waves. I'll get used to it, she repeated inwardly and brought the bottle to her lips again. I'll get used to it, she told herself as if forcing herself to believe that. She couldn't believe it, but it did help. She took a big gulp without thinking.
Another cough escaped her throat, followed by another one, but this time she didn't choke.
" There you go. It's better now huh, " Darien grinned.
She nodded absently. It actually was.....it seemed to taste better with every sip. She was actually beginning to believe him now. It does taste better after a few sips. Now she just had to get used to it. There was something about it that called out to her....telling her to take another sip, just to get used to it. It was addictive.
I'll get used to it, she told herself and took another sip of the wine. I'll get used to it.........
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The late night roared with laughter from the three "men". Andrew collapsed on the table, while Darien leaned against Serena's body, his eyes half closed. He pushed her playfully, sending her nearly flying out of the shed.
She stumbled out and choked, then laughed with stupidity. Now they were just laughing. There was no subject. There was no point for the laughter. It was just plain laughter. Drunk laughter. It made the shed smell of wine.
She stumbled back inside, tripping once then twice. She leaned against Darien's body and pushed him back as well. He only tumbled back a few steps.
She then walked over to Andrew and grinned at him. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes. The two stared blankly at each for a long moment before bursting with laughter. Darien doubled over with his wheezing intakes of air. He had to laugh, but it was harder to do so.
Serena clutched her stomach. Her sides ached terribly, yet she still had to laugh. There was no way to stop it. She couldn't help it.
" You....you know I-I....you...you're pretty good Sam, " Andrew choked out between wheezes. " We....we need another bro....brother around here, " he burst out laughing again. He was sincere about what he said. It's just that he was still too drunk.
Serena bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing. It worked a bit. She calmed down, but she still giggled every now and then. A small smile rose to her lips. A brother.....how could she lie to them when they looked at her as a brother? She hasn't even been around long enough and already they considered her as one.
She laughed again, but this time with a purpose. It was ironic. Having them treat her like a brother meant so much.....something a girl would usually appreciate a bit more, yet here she was acting like a man.
She choked for a second. She felt as if she caught something in her throat, yet there was nothing there. However, she did feel something else. She leaned forward on the table, causing what felt like a piece of cloth to slip across her stomach. She froze. Another slip caressed her waist.
Her chest suddenly felt exposed.......a bit colder. Her breath seemed to stop. Her chest seemed to losen up a bit. The band! Her eyes went wide, only to squint out the water when a hiccup followed.
" Is something wrong, " Andrew questioned upon seeing her alarmed expression. However, his sincerity wasn't to last. He choked out another laugh, causing Serena to grin without even knowing that she did.
Band? Who gives a damn about the band? Her mind flourished with blooming thoughts of foolishness. She couldn't help it. She wasn't thinking straight and that was it. Now, she couldn't even control what she did or what she would say. She bubbled with stupid joy.
Darien patted her back and cocked a brow upon feeling something. " Samuel........what is that? "
Serena grinned at him, her eyes red and half closed. " Boys, I have a secret I want to share with you, " she whispered in a not too serious tone.
Andrew leaned forward, pretending that it was actually a secret. Darien played along.
Serena bit her bottom lip and hesitated for a moment. However, it was only an act. " Boys, I'm a girl! "
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Author's Notes: O.O People, she's a girl! I wonder what will happen.....anyway, I made it a bit longer to make up for the stuff I missed. I'm sorry about that, and please excuse and typos.
Also keep in mind that my school has started as well which slows down my progress. This means that I might be getting out 1 chapter for every fic I'm presently working on every week instead of every few days, or 1 chapter for a certain fic and another chapter for the other fic (alternate). Anyway, here is the next chapter plus a summary/snippet of the other fic I'm working on: " Shadow ".
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*Shadow
" You need to learn. You are far too gentle with them, " Rafe stated solemnly with the same french accent he always carried. He quietly took a sip of the warm liquid.
" Am I? "
A dark chuckle escaped his throat. He looked at the young man with piercing grey eyes and smirked.
" Yes, you are. You have much to learn. Remember that you are what you are now because of me, which means that when I tell you to hurt them you must hurt them. So far I haven't seen you do that..... "
" Exactly. I am what I am now because of you, and I'm surprised at how know that but you never seem to recognize my hatred for you. Your every word, your every action makes me sick......because you helped me become what I am now, " Darien shot a glare at the older man while running a firm hand through his ebony hair. " I never wanted this......this life that I have now. Can I even call it a life? I never wanted you to make me leave what I left behind. " His tone darkened with every word.
Rafe took another sip. His features showed no signs of Darien's bitter words. It was as if he wasn't the least bit affected. However, his eyes showed that he was. He kept his gaze fixed on Darien the whole time.....unmoving and frozen with anger. His eyes seemed to be silently scolding him.
" Your hatred isn't going to do anything, but your rebellious attitude will. "
" Well you wouldn't have to put up with it if you didn't make me this way, " Darien replied with a smirk, thinking that it would change the old man's mind.
Terrible error.
Rafe slammed the cup down on the wooden table, taking Darien off guard. A few drops of the liquid spilled, causing a small red puddle to form. A few heads in the dim cafe turned around to face the two of them. Others turned away while others remained watching the two with curiosity.
Darien looked at Rafe with a questioning look. His eyes flamed with caution and anger blended together.
" I'm being patient with you boy, " Rafe hissed. His slightly wrinkled hands squeezed the cup, causing it to shake. " The only way you'll get rid of me is by proving yourself worthy. Those who are ready to leave their masters are not afraid to kill, never reluctant, and certainly not as stubborn as you are. They are wise, strong, and swift. You are only the last two. You are very skilled, Darien. That you have showed me, but the way you think still holds you back. "
" I never even wanted a master damnit! " Darien blurted out. Regret instantly swept him away. Numerous people looked at him, and Rafe looked extremely disappointed.
" Look, " he muttered almost inaudibly. It was obvious he was trying to hold his patience. " You want your freedom, you need to earn it. I'm giving one last chance to prove yourself. "
He reached into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a torn out newspaper article. He handed it to Darien who took it with sudden force. He as might as well have snatched it from him.
His blue eyes fell upon the article and quickly moved from left to right, sweeping the words with his gaze. His brows knitted together in confusion. " It's a poem. "
" Yes, it is. Look at the picture. "
He shifted his gaze to a small black and white picture right below the poem. It showed a girl with what seemed to be light colored hair and a fair complexion. Above it, right in between the picture and the poem, was her name printed in bold black.
" Serena Eve, " the words escaped his lips like a silent spell.
" Find her, " Rafe ordered. His voice held no threatening tone, but it was firm and gave the impression that he didn't want to be disobeyed.
" But she's a girl. What makes her such a challenge, " Darien questioned while keeping his gaze upon Rafe's hands which still held the trembling cup.
" You'll see. You better do good on this. Fail and this is what happens to everything you've worked for, " his voice darkened, accompanying the sound of his cup which shook even more before crushing into his hands.
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There's the summary. The first chapter's due in two weeks. Now on with the next chapter for " Hidden ".
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" He looks like an angel. "
" He's handsome.....that's it. "
" Look at his eyes. He has such long lashes..... "
" I wouldn't mind taking him for a dance sometime. "
" You're just terrible! "
Serena carefully took quick sips of the warm soup set in front of her. Her spine tingled as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably. The whispers floated in and out of her ears. They didn't seem to be whispers at all. The two younger girls were blushing and chatting away in hushed voices as if they were trying to prevent her from hearing them silently giggle. She nearly snorted. She heard them alright, and it wasn't flattering at all. She was next to panic and wanted more than anything to retreat back to the room she had been offered.
The other men in the room.......the real men, flashed each other amused looks. Darien kept grinning at her in a boyish way. It was as if he was playfully teasing her since all of them heard the "whispers". A faint blush rose to her cheeks. Almost all eyes were on her, including Monique's who was flashing her an apologetic look for her sisters' rude behavior.
Their voices caused a giggle to escape one maid's throat. She held her position and stopped before she could laugh any furthur, but there was still a grin on her face. One of the other servants smirked as well. The two children were actually discussing something other than dolls in the same tone of voice they always used.
" So, " Henry cut in. " How have things been so far? Everything's going well, I'm assuming. "
" Everything's just fine, father, " Andrew was the only one to respond. Both Darien and Andrew gave him their attention, but the two girls kept giggling, regardless of what their father said.
Monique was paying attention, but her eyes were glued to her sisters. There was a firm line spread across her lips and a small frown was forming.
" What about you, Samuel? How do you like it in my home so far? "
Serena cleared her throat for a brief moment. " It's a wonderful place. I don't think I can ever thank you enough...... "
" Oh goodness, look at how grateful he is, " The sound of Anna's voice cut through the conversation.
" You're mad. All men are suppose to be respectful. "
" And his voice...... "
" You're obssessed. "
" Will you two please hush up, " Monique scolded in a low yet firm voice. The two girls instantly stopped talking, but there was still a dreamy look on their faces.
A bead of sweat ran down Serena's neck. Another one followed. Her face was warm, and she knew that she was probably so red at the moment. She raised an uncomfortable hand and wiped the drop off her neck before shifting in her seat. Another little one popped out of nowhere. Her brows knitted together in irritation. It was bad enough that she had to sit there and have them talk about her without knowing that she was a girl, and now she actually had to force herself to cool off. She wasn't mad......just embarrassed.
One of the servants stepped up beside her and filled her glass with a reddish liquid. He did the same with the others. His actions were swift, but Serena still managed to see the amused look on his face. Was she that red?
" So.....you were saying, " Henry stated.
All eyes suddenly fell on her in silence. The giggles had died down and now everyone was looking at her as if they were expecting her to throw up.
Good lord, I must look like an apple, she muttered inwardly.
The heat was rising. Her cheeks felt like fire and sweat seemed to trail down her back even faster. Their curious stares weren't helping either. She opened her mouth in an attempt to reply, but she gave out a very small cough instead. Her hand shot up to her mouth while the other quickly grabbed the glass the servant had just filled earlier and quickly drank the liquid within, regardless of what it was. All she knew was that she about to panic, she was slowly heating up, and she had to drink something to restore her voice.
They looked at her with alarmed expressions, silently watching out for what would happen next.
The heat within her died down almost instantly. The cool liquid rushed through her body in one soothing motion, preventing any more sweat from running. Her face felt cool. It was as if ice was thrown down her back, and it was a feeling of welcome. She could have sworn for sure that she wasn't red anymore. Luckily, she still had that girlish grace she was trained to carry which didn't make her actions look rude. Yes, it was fast, but it still displayed good manners.
She coughed again, this time in a more proper way. " I'm sorry, I just felt a little dizzy. "
There was a look of relief on some of their faces. Darien and Andrew, however, still looked at her as if she would be sick.
She stared at them for a moment, not sure of what to say. She lost her words. They stared back at her, as if asking her what she was planning to say. She felt as if the heat would return and it nearly did. Luckily, she found her tongue again and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
" What is that drink called again? "
She inwardly kicked herself. Stupid question, she spat.
" It's wine, " Darien replied. He was still looking at her as if she had lost her head.
" Oh.....it's good. "
There was a cloud of silence that fell over them. Serena's back stiffened. Of course it's good! What another idiotic thing to say. Yet still no one spoke.
Jacqueline giggled, breaking the silence. " You're funny, " she grinned.
For some reason, her laugh seemed to lighten the mood and everyone else settled down a bit more. "Tense" seemed to disappear from her vocabulary. She assumed that Jacqueline's point of view about her gave everyone a feeling of calm satisfaction. It was probably that contagious childish humor that cheered everyone up.....almost. Not quite sure what to think, she only settled in her chair a bit more.......this time with ease.
Serena reached out for the glass and took another sip of the wine. She was nearly overwhelmed. She coughed and choked with the unfamiliar taste. She was nervous earlier which is why she didn't really notice the taste. She still didn't, but she was a bit more aware of the unpleasant chokes it came with. However, there was still that bitter-sweet taste in it that called her to take a few more sips.
She took another one while everyone else continued eating. Things were back to normal again....somewhat.
" So....how was your trip father, " Monique questioned.
" It was beautiful. I'll be giving you your presents later tonight. "
The two younger girls beamed with excitement.
" Oh and Samuel, you can borrow some of Andrew's or Darien's clothes, " Henry smiled at her.
" I can, " she choked out.
" Yes you can. My home is your home. Enjoy it. "
Darien and Andrew smiled warmly at her as if it were permission.
" Oh and if you need help with some of the shirts, since some of them are rather complicated, don't hesitate to ask. "
She felt the heat rise again. " Um.........okay, thank you. "
" How old are you again, Samuel, " Darien questioned, flashing her a curious look. He looked serious about the question. He really wanted to know her age.......but what age would she give him?
She forced down a lump in her throat. She couldn't remember. What was it? 15? 16? She absently reached for the glass and drank more, hoping that the cool liquid would cool her down again. It wasn't helping this time.
Henry chuckled. " He's nervous again. That's how he was on the ship. "
She kept drinking, regardless of the fact that she was.
" Samuel's shy, " Anna grinned.
Still kept drinking........
" He just needs time to get used to things. "
And drinking........
" I think that's just how he is. "
Good god, can't they see me sitting here, she nearly choked out the wine.
" He........what's that white thing under his shirt? "
She choked. The liquid was suddenly forced down her throat followed by a waterfall of coughs. Now she felt blue.
" Oh.....never mind. It's just a button. "
Her heart thumped rapidly. She stared blankly at Jacqueline who had made the comment. The little girl only blinked in confusion. " What? It was just a button....... "
Just a button.....just a button.........she didn't see the band, she saw a button. Damnit, I don't have any buttons! Serena growled inwardly, trying to calm herself down. Her heart slowed down.
" Father, I think Samuel needs some rest, " Monique flashed her a worried look.
" Yes, you're right. Samuel, Monique will take you to your room. You like tired, boy. You need some sleep. Perhaps that trip made you a bit sick. At least take a nice shower to cool you off. "
Serena nodded almost instantly. " Yes......you're right. I'll just take a shower. I'm sorry. The food was good though.... "
The last word came out as a hiccup. It wasn't until then when they realized that she drank all her wine in less than two minutes.
" Wait.......could I just get one last drink though? That wine's good, " she grinned.
The servant flashed her a curious glance and filled her glass once again. She drank the liquid in two gulps before letting out another small hiccup.
" Goodness, he's drunk! " Anna's eyes widened.
Monique looked worried. " You really need some rest. Come with me - "
" Could I get one last glass please? "
" No, no, that's fine. You need a shower and then some rest. Tomorrow you can have more if you want. "
Serena nodded absently and silently followed Monique up the stairs to her room.
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" Alright, here are your clothes. Their Darien's. They should probably fit you.....I think, " Monique handed a pair of fresh clothes and a towel. Serena had her pants on and she held onto the towel in front of her chest.
" I'm sorry if they're a bit too big, " she apologized with an amused smile on her face upon seeing how bony Serena was for a guy.
Serena smiled back. Her wet hair was wrapped up in a hat. She tried to take the towel off, but found herself tangled in it. She was thinking with a better mind......but not completely clear yet.
Monique cocked a brow at her. " Here......let me help you. "
Serena nodded absently. Monique freed her hands and reached for the towel, in an attempt to take it off so she could put on Darien's shirt. Serena's eyes suddenly went wide as she snatched the towel back upon realizing what was about to happen.
Monique looked alarmed.
" Oh....I'm sorry, I just forgot to do something. I'll be right back. " She quickly ran for the bathroom with the towel clutched at her chest.
She pushed open the door, leaving a confused Monique behind. Panic had it's tight grip on her again. She looked around for the band but couldn't find it. Sweat began to run down her back again, despite the bath that she just took. She inwardly scolded herself, blaming her stupidity for nearly letting Monique realize that she was a girl. What would they have done if they found out?
She suddenly froze. What WOULD they have done? She bit her bottom lip in guilt. They've done so much for her despite all the times when she made a fool out of herself. They're the only ones keeping her safe in this new land and she just had to hide something from them. She felt terrified and guilty at the same time. She didn't want to pretend to be a man. She wanted to tell them she was a girl and she would if she could, but there was never a promise that could assure her they won't give away her secret.
What if she begged them to keep her identity secret? They seem like nice people. Maybe they would.
But then again, wouldn't they be upset that she hid it from them in the first place?
On second thought.....she was still new to the family. It was reasonable that she wouldn't tell them right away.
However, if they find out she's a girl then yes, they might keep it a secret but they might also slip.
Serena bit her bottom lip as if she were in pain. The very thought of them accidentally giving her away was harsh. She couldn't even risk that.
There was a chance that she could just tell the adults though. That way, the kids won't have to keep themselves from sharing the word with their friends.
But what if they find out she's a princess? Yes, she did come from a land no one quite knew about, but what if they send someone to look for her? They could just search everywhere and not say anything about her being a princess.........or they could give out a reward. They'd find her for sure.
She frowned in confusion. Surely they wouldn't take the money, would they? They were rich enough already, and they didn't seem like the greedy type. However, if they do actually agree to never give her away then won't they be placed in danger too if her family finds out they've been helping her hide?
A small sigh escaped her lips. She couldn't do that to them. She wasn't even sure if they could keep it a secret for a long time. She couldn't risk getting them in trouble with her family. Besides, wouldn't that give her land away?
Her eyes trailed off into a hopeless pit........bottomless, dark, and full of thoughts that wouldn't help. It was no use. There really was no way she could tell them she was a girl. Even if there were a lot of reasons to tell them, there would still be too much of a risk involved. She might as well be stupid to do that.
Something caught her eye, snapping her out of her trance.
The band! It was lying on a table. It was a bit soggy in certain areas. It was a wonder Monique didn't see it.
Her heart skipped a beat. Did Monique actually see it? She shook her thoughts away, not wanting to scare herself anymore. She grabbed it and wrapped it around her chest again, followed by the towel. She flew out of the bathroom and grabbed the shirt, quickly buttoning it up before Monique had a chance to notice the band. However, she didn't need to rush. Monique wasn't there.
Her eyes scanned the room looking for her. Her fingers quickly dressed herself up while she did this. She might as well get two things done at once.
" Monique, " she called out as soon as everything she needed was on.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the hall.
" Monique? Are you there, " she slowly moved forward, followed by a small hiccup.
The footsteps grew louder, and a shadow appeared on the wall. Monique stepped in with a puzzled look on her face. " I'm sorry.......I was just looking for something. Have you seen a band anywhere around here? I found it lying around somewhere so I figured that I might as well keep it. "
Serena could have sworn her face turned bright red. " A band? No, sorry. I haven't seen anything....."
" Oh alright then....well, I better go check to see if the girls are fine. Will you be alright? "
" Yes, I'll just look around. Thank you, " she smiled, taking note of the normal expression on Monique's face. She didn't notice. A wave of relief seemed to envelope her.
Monique smiled back and walked off. Her footsteps echoed in the hallway before fading away along with her shadow.
Serena fiddled with her fingers for a moment, wringing them together. What now? Looking around the place would be good, but where should she start? She barely knew the way to her the room she was in.
She walked towards the door and leaned against a wall. Everything was silent. The sound of a few crickets could be heard outside, but nothing more......at least that's what she thought.
Her back stiffened as her ears picked up a faint sound. At first it sounded like a guitar, but then it turned out to be the clinking of glass or something related. Men's voices.......Laughter.......
Someone was having a celebration somewhere far, she assumed. However, it took only a minute for her to realize it was coming from this very house. Her brows knitted together in confusion. Who would be celebrating at this time?
Curiosity struck her. She quietly walked past other rooms, hearing her own footsteps echo in the hallway. Her ears kept listening while her eyes trailed across the walls. A few paintings were placed here and there. Pictures of landscapes and english men and women with unfamiliar faces decorated the walls. Their eyes seemed to stare at her as if scolding her for roaming around. She shuddered. The fine hair on her neck rose and a cool breeze seemed to whip her.
One painting stood proudly above the staircase which came into view. It was the painting of a woman....so life-like yet animated at the same time. Ebony locks curled their way over her shoulders, and crystal blue eyes seemed to gaze at her with such an innocent look in them. Her lips were curved into a small smile. You'd think she was serious if you didn't look close enough. Her skin was pale and among all the paintings of men and women, she looked like the youngest and probably the most pleasant....almost sad. She gave Serena a warm feeling instead of the cold shivers she got while looking into the others' eyes.
" She looks like Darien, " she whispered absently, " except in a very femenine way. " It was surprising actually. The woman looked kind and almost too beautiful of a goddess to be just a painting, while Darien looked so much like what any other masculine man would look like......except a bit more handsome. Yet they both held such a striking resemblance.
" It must be the hair and the eyes, " she stated in a flat tone, pushing the thought away. The woman looked too beautiful and sad at the same time. It almost made her feel terrible again. However, another painting caught her eye.
Not too far away was a small painting. In it were fields of rice and men and women with hats, planting the crop. There was a cow-like animal with horns in the distance.....a striking resemblance of the carabao. There were mountains in the background. The sun gave a few bright rays that gave the sky a pinkish tone. It was sunrise. Even though the painting was small, she could still make it out in detail.
" Mother..... " she whispered, not even knowing that she did. It reminded her of her home. It was almost exactly alike.....except that she wasn't actually there.
Sadness wrapped itself around her. She felt tears rising, but her eyes weren't that moist. She just missed them all. She missed waking up every morning and seeing that very painting come to life before her eyes. She missed eating the famous treats her mother would help prepare. She even missed her wedding gown.
This brought out a small laugh. Yes, she missed it.......just not the wedding.
A small sigh escaped her lips. Why did she have to be in a situation like this? She wanted to go back home, but then again she didn't. It was confusing and made her feel terribly upset. However, there was nothing much she could do. If only -
The sound of laughter cut through her thoughts. She suddenly remembered why she was out there in the first place. It was louder now. It sounded as if it were coming from a shed outside. She wrapped the jacket around her and quickly descended down the stairs. She walked towards the massive doors and opened them, in search for the sound's origin.
She found it.
In the near distance was a lake and a shed beside it. Light blazed from inside, and the sound of men laughing told her that the celebration was there. It wasn't far away. It wasn't beyond the gates, so she could enter.
More curious than ever, she walked towards the shed and stepped inside. The doors were open. Numerous lanterns lit the whole area. There was so many it started to look like early morning. Hay was everywhere, and a table was set right in the middle. Bottles adorned it, and two men occupied some of the few chairs that surrounded the wooden furniture.
Darien and Andrew laughed to no end, wiping tears from their eyes and gasping for air. Andrew coughed a few times and Darien was laughing too hard to make his roars of joy loud. It was the type of laugh that just made it too hard for you to even squeak.
Andrew looked up and a large smile rose upon his face upon seeing her.
" Samuel! Come in........join us, " he grinned, still laughing between words.
Darien looked up as well and grinned, but he still couldn't spare a sound. His laughter was too hard and masculine. It almost scared her.
Serena stepped in, suddenly wishing she didn't come out. The bottles and the bitter scent that trailed from them told her enough to know why they were in such joy.
They were drunk......just like the way she could have been had she not stopped drinking.
" Come on......we need another man around here, " Andrew grinned, patting her on the back.
His playful actions were hard and rougher than usual. He didn't mean it. She knew that. After all, they WERE drunk. It was reasonable enough.
A small cough escaped her lips as she grabbed a seat between them. The table was round so both of them faced her. Darien had calmed down a bit, but he still chuckled every now and then.
" Want one, " Andrew handed her a bottle from one of the rows that weren't empty yet. " It's good. Just don't drink too much. You'll get drunk, and we knew better than that, " he grinned.
She raised her brows in disbelief. Was he joking? Or was he just too drunk to realize?
She reluctantly took the bottle and raised it to her lips. The sharp scent struck her nostrils, making it almost too strong for her to stand. She turned away for a brief moment and sniffed. Now why didn't she notice this scent earlier?
A second or two passed and she sucked in her breath before turning back around. She quickly brought the bottle to her lips, tilted it, and allowed the liquid to flow into her mouth. Her tastebuds seemed to cringe.
The leaned forward and coughed, suddenly unfamiliar to the taste once again. What was wrong with her? She wasn't embarassed enough to really notice the taste earlier, was she?
Darien smirked at her. " It's wine. "
" I know what it is, " she choked out. " It's just......different. "
" You'll get used to it. After a couple of sips it will taste better, " Andrew chimed in before taking down a gulp of his own wine.
I'll get used to it, she thought bitterly while moving the bottle around. She watched the liquid swirl around inside like small waves. I'll get used to it, she repeated inwardly and brought the bottle to her lips again. I'll get used to it, she told herself as if forcing herself to believe that. She couldn't believe it, but it did help. She took a big gulp without thinking.
Another cough escaped her throat, followed by another one, but this time she didn't choke.
" There you go. It's better now huh, " Darien grinned.
She nodded absently. It actually was.....it seemed to taste better with every sip. She was actually beginning to believe him now. It does taste better after a few sips. Now she just had to get used to it. There was something about it that called out to her....telling her to take another sip, just to get used to it. It was addictive.
I'll get used to it, she told herself and took another sip of the wine. I'll get used to it.........
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The late night roared with laughter from the three "men". Andrew collapsed on the table, while Darien leaned against Serena's body, his eyes half closed. He pushed her playfully, sending her nearly flying out of the shed.
She stumbled out and choked, then laughed with stupidity. Now they were just laughing. There was no subject. There was no point for the laughter. It was just plain laughter. Drunk laughter. It made the shed smell of wine.
She stumbled back inside, tripping once then twice. She leaned against Darien's body and pushed him back as well. He only tumbled back a few steps.
She then walked over to Andrew and grinned at him. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes. The two stared blankly at each for a long moment before bursting with laughter. Darien doubled over with his wheezing intakes of air. He had to laugh, but it was harder to do so.
Serena clutched her stomach. Her sides ached terribly, yet she still had to laugh. There was no way to stop it. She couldn't help it.
" You....you know I-I....you...you're pretty good Sam, " Andrew choked out between wheezes. " We....we need another bro....brother around here, " he burst out laughing again. He was sincere about what he said. It's just that he was still too drunk.
Serena bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing. It worked a bit. She calmed down, but she still giggled every now and then. A small smile rose to her lips. A brother.....how could she lie to them when they looked at her as a brother? She hasn't even been around long enough and already they considered her as one.
She laughed again, but this time with a purpose. It was ironic. Having them treat her like a brother meant so much.....something a girl would usually appreciate a bit more, yet here she was acting like a man.
She choked for a second. She felt as if she caught something in her throat, yet there was nothing there. However, she did feel something else. She leaned forward on the table, causing what felt like a piece of cloth to slip across her stomach. She froze. Another slip caressed her waist.
Her chest suddenly felt exposed.......a bit colder. Her breath seemed to stop. Her chest seemed to losen up a bit. The band! Her eyes went wide, only to squint out the water when a hiccup followed.
" Is something wrong, " Andrew questioned upon seeing her alarmed expression. However, his sincerity wasn't to last. He choked out another laugh, causing Serena to grin without even knowing that she did.
Band? Who gives a damn about the band? Her mind flourished with blooming thoughts of foolishness. She couldn't help it. She wasn't thinking straight and that was it. Now, she couldn't even control what she did or what she would say. She bubbled with stupid joy.
Darien patted her back and cocked a brow upon feeling something. " Samuel........what is that? "
Serena grinned at him, her eyes red and half closed. " Boys, I have a secret I want to share with you, " she whispered in a not too serious tone.
Andrew leaned forward, pretending that it was actually a secret. Darien played along.
Serena bit her bottom lip and hesitated for a moment. However, it was only an act. " Boys, I'm a girl! "
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Author's Notes: O.O People, she's a girl! I wonder what will happen.....anyway, I made it a bit longer to make up for the stuff I missed. I'm sorry about that, and please excuse and typos.
