I woke up in a dark blur. What time was it? I thought. It was late, really late. The moon shone brightly through the window, shining on Serena. I was surprised to hear little cries from her. I got up, and slowly tapped her shoulder. She gasped and whipped around,

      "Whoa, it's okay, it's okay." I assured. Tears streaked her rosy cheeks.      "What's wrong?" I asked. Sniffling, she said,

      "I-I m-miss my-my mommy." She missed her mom? What can I do?

      "Hey...uh...it's okay-"

      "No it's not!" she said. "My mommy's dead and she's not coming back! Nothing's okay... I hate it here..." she said, then calmed down, "I hate being alone."

      "But you're not alone." I said. Carefully, I knelt down, and tried to cradle her in my arms, "I'm here with you." I felt so stupid. She just stared at me. I looked away in shame. But then I felt something on my chest. Looking down, Serena was bundled up, smiling. Quiet coo's escaped her mouth as she slept.  I didn't let go. I fell back asleep on Serena's bed, her head snuggled in my chest.     

      I woke up early, as usual, the next morning. I still held the sleeping Serena in my arms. Gently, I lifted her up, and settled her back in her bed. Stepping away, I set to work like every morning, cleaning the room.

3 years later:

~Serena~

      "Serena be strong for mommy." A woman with long blue hair told her daughter.

      "Mommy...Mommy, don't leave me Mommy." She pleaded. She watched as her mother was rolled away by doctors in a long rolling bed. 'Where are they taking her?' she thought, 'Mommy? Mommy?' tears burst from the child's eyes.

      "Her mother is dead, with no known relatives. We don't know who the father is. She'll have to go to an orphanage." A doctor said. What? Orphanage? Mommy? No! Mommy? MOMMY!

            I shot up in bed. A dream, that's it, a dream. I felt my heart beating quickly. I sucked in a deep breath. The room looked bare, and dark. I quietly snuck into the bed next to me, like I did almost every night. Darien woke when I snuggled under the covers.

      "Bad Dream?" he asked. I nodded,

      "Uh-huh."

~Darien~

 Her arm wrapped around my neck. Like always, my arms went around her back to comfort her. She never usually cried once she was in bed, but I suddenly felt cold drops on my Pajama's shirt.

      "Sere? You okay?" she stared up at me. I knew what she was gonna say. She had asked it before, but I always avoided it. I =knew I couldn't this time though.

      "Darien, I told you about when my father left, and Mother died. But you never told me how you got here. What happened?" I knew it. Shaking my head, I said,

      "It's not important-"Lair," I smiled. Anytime she said that, she'd always have a mile wide grin on her face. But when I looked down, she had all seriousness. "I can see it in your eyes." She said. "Something bad huh?" I didn't want to talk about it. Or did I? Maybe if I told her, the pain would go away.

      "They...they...died, a long time ago. In a car accident."

      "Darien"

      "I was really little when it happened. We were sent to the hospital. They never made it. I remember that night. I sat alone in a room........

~Flashback~

            "He has complete amnesia, no memory what-so-ever." The doctor said, "And no known relatives, well have to arrange for a orphanage." The doctor left the little boy alone in a strange room. 'What happened? Who am I?' he thought,

      "Darien." He said aloud, "Is that my name?"

~End flashback~

            "They brought me hear." He paused, "The scary thing is though, I can't remember a thing about my parents. I'm not even sure my real name is Darien." I hid my head in the pillow. But was surprised when Serena wrapped her arms around me tightly,

      "Darien...I'm so sorry." She said, placing my head on her chest. And for the first time, it was my turn to cry.

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      Even when Serena had a bad dream, we always got up early so no would know she was scared. But the morning after I told her what happened, we both slept in late.

      "Hey! Darien!" I woke up rubbing my eyes, staring at Jerry and the orphanage kids. The kids began to giggle and whisper, then stared a chant,

      "Serena and Darien sittin' in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, second come marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage-"

      "Stop it!" I yelled

      "What?" Jerry asked, "Ashamed of your GIRLfriend?"

      "She's not my girlfriend!" I hollered. Then another girl, one of Serena's friends, Courtney, said,

      "Oh Sere Look!" she began, "Your BOYfriend is rejecting you!"  I hadn't known she'd woken up.

      "He's not my Boyfriend!" she yelled.

      "Sure Sere!" Courtney yelled. "Right..."

      "Right! I'm not the one always talking about how cute he is! If I recall right, that was you!" Courtney blushed dramatically. All hell broke out as everyone began to argue.

      "What's going on here!" Rachel yelled, making her entrance.

      "It's them!" every one said, pointing to Serena and Darien on the bed, Serena half asleep, half awake in his arms. "There going out!" Jerry said super loud.

      "NO WERE NOT!" They yelled in unison,

      "Quiet!" Rachel yelled, "Serena, Darien, cleaning duty all week!" Rachel made her exit. Serena couldn't hold it back; she burst into a tears.

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      "All right, once all these dishes are done, you two can go to bed." Rachel said, and left Serena and Darien in the deserted kitchen to finish their work.

      "I can't believe this." Serena complained,

      "Would you stop that? I'm so sick of hearing you complain!"

      "Well I'm sorry! But I've never been so embarrassed by anyone in my life!" she yelled throwing a fork in the cupboard,

      "You think it was a walk in the park for me?"  I retorted,

      "I'm so sick of cleaning!"

      "Would you shut your mouth...you...you...Meatball-Head?" I snapped. Her eyes darted at me.

      "Your such a jerk!" She screamed. I threw a plate into the sink,

      "At least I don't cry at the most stupidest things! You're so pathetic! Meatball-Head suits that stupid hair style of yours!"

      "Ughhh!" she hollered. She lifted a plate above her head.

      "What are you doing?" I yelled.

      "I don't know why I ever was friends with you!" She yelled,

      "Me neither! I don't know why I ever gave a crud about a little crybaby like you, ya scrawny Meatball-Head!"

      "Oh!!!" She raised the plate high in the air,

      "What's your problem?" I yelled. What was she doing?

      "I hate you!" she slammed the plate to the ground. Even when the plate hit the ground, it breaking into a million pieces wasn't what echoed in my 8 year old ears. 'I hate you'. She's 6 years old and she can feel hate. Hate, for me.

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      I didn't sleep a wink that night. That scene replayed in my mind over and over. 'I hate you!' I hadn't meant to be so harsh on her. My thoughts were broken by a noise in the room.

      "Wha?" I said, sitting up. I stared at Serena's bed. She wasn't there! Where's she go? I jolted up off the bed and slid some jeans on. I didn't think Rachel would like it if I walked around in my boxers. Maybe that's why she was mad that Serena slept in my bed. I mean, I was in boxers and her in underwear. I can see why that would be strange. But it wasn't like we did anything! Serena's my best friend. And I treated her like dirt. I know better than anyone she's sensitive about her feelings. Who wouldn't be when her father told her mother before he left to, and I quote, "You may want to keep that car of yours. You'll be living in it one day." If I'd been there, I would have knocked that guy's balls off.   I suddenly heard a cough. I whirled around and saw a certain petite blonde climbing out a window? Huh? What was she doing? I approached her carefully.

      "Sere?" I whispered. I watched as she whipped around, her now elbow-length pigtails coming in tact with my face,

      "Ump!" I grunted, falling to the ground.

      "Serves you right." She said. I blinked, opening my eyes. I wearily got up.

      "What are you doing?" I asked her as she began out the window,

      "Why do YOU care?" Man did that bite.

      "Um...Sere...I"

      "What." She ordered more than asked.

      "I-I um..."

      "What?" she asked angrily,

      "I-I um, y-you, w-well." Her face turned that old puffy red,

      "Sorry stutter boy, I can't take this place anymore. See ya."

WHAT? She's leaving? No she's can't!

      "Sere wait!" she turned around and glared at me. I'd never seen such rage in a 6-year-old girl. Through the years we'd been here together, we went through embarrassment, rejection, and beatings from the different consolers, everything and anything. When I was 6, Serena was 4, one day; a family came in, and decided to take her with them. I had been with Sere only a year then, but I was nearly crushed when Serena told me. I would be alone again. But she didn't go, she told Rachel she didn't like them, and so they picked another child. Everyone said she was crazy for not going. One day, I asked why she didn't go. She just smiled and said, "I have my weasons." I can remember the way she uses to talk. She could barely say a sentence without saying a word wrong. I sat with her all day, teaching her to speak right.

      "Well?" I jerked my head from my thoughts.

      "You can't leave." I said.

      "And why not?" she asked. I blinked at her for a minute.

      "Because."

      "Because why? I'm going." she said sternly and turned to exit the window.

      "Then I'm going to!" I yelled, grabbing her wrists. She cover my mouth quickly,

      "Hush you dimwit!" she commanded. I removed her hand from my mouth and stuffed some clothes into a bag. I glanced up from my drawer and stared at the picture of Sere and me. It was our picnic day, and Rachel took a picture of us. Everyone else in the orphanage had his or her area of the room designed. But I left mine empty. So one day, Serena sat me down and literally made me help her decorate it. Most of my pictures I put up were of her. But my favorite was one of us where we were by the lake. Serena was playing with a kitten; she was very gentle with it, but needed help holding it. I was sitting in back of her in the picture, my hands carefully placed on hers so she wouldn't drop the little kitty. Serena wasn't going to wait for me mush longer as she was already half out. I snatched the picture and ran after her.

      "Need some help?" I asked. Her eyes grew wide as they transferred from her exit to me.

      "What are you doing?" She whispered.

      "I said I was going with you, did I not?" I mocked. She looked down at the floor.

      "Hey," I said. She looked up at me with water clear eyes. Her eyes shinned like light off of glass. "Come on." I placed my hands on her stomach, and helped her out the window. She gently hopped onto the porch roof. I began climbing out myself, but wasn't doing so hot.

      "Oh...my!" she grabbed my hands, attempting to pull me out.

      "Whoa!" we screamed in unison. I opened my eyes after the fall. It really didn't hurt. And that was probably because I was on top of Serena.

      "Geez!" I yelled getting up, "You okay?" I asked, helping her to her feet.

      "Come on!" she yelled.

      "Okay, I guess so." I said, as she hauled me down the porch pole. "Your good at this," I stated. She shrugged,

      "Yeah, I know." As we made it to the ground, she said, "Come on, we don't have much time!" We started off running, heading for nowhere.

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      "Darien!" Serena yelled, "Look!" I wondered her way panting. We had been running for a least 30 minutes strait. My mouth fell ajar as I laid eyes on the star of Japan, Tokyo. I stared at Serena. The stars shinned in her baby blue eyes.  The lights of the city illuminated off her golden hair. I had a thought; 'I wonder what I'd be like to kiss her' HOLD IT! What am I thinking? Besides, I have my whole life to find my perfect girl! I know most boys hate girls at my age, but I'm not like most boys. I glanced at her one more time. Aww, what the heck.

      "Hey, uh, Sere?" It went like slow motion as she innocently turned around. I gathered up all the courage I had in me, and gently pressed my lips against hers. A warm and tingling feeling flooded over my lips. It was...was...I don't know. I opened my eyes. Her eyes were closed softly. She fluttered her eyelids open. I immediately felt the blush in my cheeks. Then pain followed, as her hand smacked across my face.

      "From this moment on never do that again!" she yelled. I nodded, and followed her down into Tokyo.

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      I held the little blonde in my arms as she cried her heart out. What was I going to do? I had to protect Serena.

      "Darien. I'm scared." She wined. For five years, we lived with an old lady in Tokyo. She was so lonely, and we were so lost, that we asked to stay with her. She fed us and clothed us. We weren't very attached. We both had schooling those 5 years. I did great! Sere, on the other had, wasn't the best. I remember the first day she wore her little uniform. She was so excited.

But now, everything is horrible. That lady's dead. The old woman died last night. Serena and I had no choice, but to run.

      "Darien, I don't want to go back to the orphanage." She wined.

      "Don't worry Sere. It's gonna be fine."  What was I gonna do?

      "Come on Sere." I said, hoisting her to her feet.

      "Where...are-are w-we...going?" she asked between sobs. She was 11 now, and I was 13.

      "I don't know yet." I told her. We stumbled along the bright streets of Tokyo.

      "I can't go any further." Serena wined, then collapsed to the ground. Lifting her, I set her on a bench in front of an arcade. I closed my eyes as she sat in my lap sniffling and crying, but she did something, unexpected; she began to sing a song. A song I favored a lot....

* Every night in my dreams

* I see you, I feel you

* That is how I know you go on

My mouth fell ajar. I never new she could sing like that...

* Far across the distance

* And spaces between us

* You have come to show you go on

Her voice was absolutely beautiful...

* Near, Far, wherever you are

* I believe the heart does go on

* Once more you open the door

* And you're here in my heart

* And my heart will go on and on

A group of people began to form around us, listening to her voice...

* Love can touch us one time

* And last for a lifetime

* And never let go 'til we're one

I watched in shock as people began to leave money, eager to listen to Serena more.

* Near, Far, wherever you are

* I believe the heart does go on

* Once more you open the door

* And you're here in my heart

* And my heart will go on and on

I couldn't believe it. Her voice was exquisite.

* There is some love that will not go away

She paused and rested her head on my chest, yet the people urged her to continue,

* You're here, there's nothing I fear,

* And I know my heart will go on

* We'll stay forever this way

* You are safe in my heart

* And my heart will go on and on

      As she finished, people clapped and cheered for her. When they cleared, Serena began to pick up the money left. She counted it herself,

      "Over 500 dollars." Serena whispered inside the arcade.

            That's how we lived for 3 years, she sang on he streets of Tokyo 'til I got a job. I supported her 'til she got a job, at 17. She wasn't really the working type. But I'll tell ya; modeling really can pay. While she was posing for MoonStar, I worked for Teen-ZIP. Those are the Japanese translations anyway. We still went to school, though Serena didn't like it. We decided NOT to be boyfriend and Girlfriend, we were more brother and sister...I guess. We had our own apartments, and our own lives. But something else happened in August, 5 days after her birthday on June 30th. Something I didn't expect.

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~AngelKitty~ (That's me! :) Hehe!)

 (One year Ago)

            I sat at my computer's keyboard, pondering on what should happen. I re-pulled my blonde hair into its buns and pigtails I'm known for. I began to chuckle at the thought of my friend, Cody, annoying me about the hairstyle I liked to wear. My hair sure wasn't as gold, or as long, as Serena's, but it worked. Around school, I'm known as bunny, or more commonly, Meatball-Head. I don't bother me; I get a good laugh about it. I pushed one waist length pigtail behind my shoulder and once again focused on the story. ~It'll be from my Point of View now...yeah. ~ I looked through what I had already written, it was rather large for an introduction, but the readers had to know what their childhood was like. ~Let's see...~

(Present day)

      Here I sat, trying to revise this thing. My friend suggested I try a make it better, so I though, what the hell, might as well! It's amazing how things change in a year! Winter is nearing an end, thank god. No one calls me Meatball-Head anymore. Sure, there's the occasional 'Bunny', but not much anymore. Placing my hands I the keyboard, I prepare to tackle the mission. ~Let's See~

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