Sweet Sixteen Chapter 4: François
By Magellan Princess
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none.
Darien walked in looking pained. Andrew and Serena chose not to acknowledge his presence and instead smiled and talked to each other happily.
"SERENA," He said angrily, walking up to the bar and slamming his fist onto the hard surface. It hurt like hell, but he wouldn't let it bother him.
"Oh," Serena said calmly. "Hello, Mr. Shields. May I help you? You seem rather constipated." She said, looking at his pained expression.
"Andrew, would you excuse me and Serena for a moment?" Darien said through clenched teeth.
"I don't intend to go anywhere with you, Darien. I suggest you leave and go put some ice on that hand of yours. Unless you want Raye to do it for you." Serena said icily. Andrew looked from Serena to Darien and could almost see the tension in the air.
Darien looked down at his hand and saw that it was swelling. He must have hit it harder than he thought. "I really don't give a damn whether you "intend" on coming or not, Serena."
Serena looked puzzled for a second before Darien grabbed her arm. "Owaru!" She cried out in pain.
"Darien, what the fuck are you doing?!" Andrew said, getting up.
"Shut up, Andrew."
"Let go of Serena." Andrew said angrily.
"Oh, is she YOUR whore now, Andrew?" Darien said mockingly.
"The only whore I know is yours, Darien." Serena spat at his feet.
Darien hit her on the face. It immediately started to bruise. Andrew looked at her and then at Darien. He was obviously boiling. "Raye is not a whore." He said simply and walked out of the arcade. Andrew touched Serena's bruises tenderly—the hold on her arm and then the greenish-purple mark on her face. She collapsed to the ground and started to sob.
"Andy…" She wept. Lizzy and a few other people came from other parts of the arcade worriedly.
"Serena!" Lizzy exclaimed. "Oh, you poor thing…want some ice? That jerk…"
"I'm fine, Lizzy. Really." Serena said, pasting a fake smile on her face. Lizzy seemed to be fooled though, and went back to work with just a pat on the shoulder and a wavery smile.
"Sere, do you want to go home?"
"No." Serena said firmly.
"Okay…would you at least like to lie down?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful, Andrew, thank you."
At that moment, Krista walked in. "Sere!" She said happily, then saw the marks on her. "Oh my god, what happened? Oh, chéri!"
"Krista, I'm okay…"
"Did he do it to you? This shithole, this bastard?" She said, nodding to Andrew.
"No, he helped me. The man that did this to me was the one I told you about."
"Darien?"
"Yes."
"Cet abruti! Ce bâtard! Comment défi il!" Krista cried out.
"Krista…apologize to Andy, please! And you have to speak in Japanese, Andrew only knows a little French (AN: okay, we are pretending Serena can speak French, ok?)!"
"Oh! Excuse me! I am very sorry, garçon."
"Um…it's okay." Andrew said, wondering who this woman was and how Serena knew her. She was 20 something! Older than HE was!
"Oh, how rude of me! Andy, this is Krista! Krista, c'est Andy... celui que j'aime!" Serena giggled to her friend. Krista eyed Andy and then joined Serena in giggling. Andrew felt like a piece of art on display.
"Would you like something to eat, Trista?"
"My name is not Trista." Krista said.
"Oh, sorry, Krista. Andrew knew another one of my friends, Trista Meiou."
"Oh." Krista said.
"So would you like anything?" Andrew said.
"Non, merci." Krista smiled. "I am on a…how do you say…diet."
"Oh. That's too bad." Andrew smiled. "We're serving Serena on the house, and I'm sure we could make an exception for her friend, too…especially such a beautiful friend. A…amia bella?"
Serena's eyes flashed with jealousy, and Krista caught the signal. "Actually, non, it's belle ami." Krista said curtly. "I must go. Serena, would you like to shop now? Or tomorrow still?"
"Oh, tomorrow, Krista, if it's okay with you."
"Of course, Serena. I shall see you tomorrow!" Krista said happily. She whispered, "So you like him? I can see why, he's cute. He likes you too, I can sense it, and I am never wrong about these things." She waved to them both and went out the sliding glass doors.
"Well. That was interesting." Andrew laughed.
"Why? Krista is really sweet!" Serena said defensively, but also laughed a little bit.
"I know…but I just CANNOT speak French…fancois?"
"François." Serena corrected.
"Fine. But I still can't speak it." Andrew laughed.
Serena looked at her pink Baby-G watch. "Shimatta, I have to go, Andy."
"Why?" Andrew asked.
"Birthday dinner. I'll see you later." Serena said. Her heart tugged at her to stay with Andrew…at least the little voice shut up, though. 'That's what you think…' the annoying little pipsqueak piped. Dammit…
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Yay!!! I love you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you SO SO SO SO SO much for the reviews!!!!!!! And I also need to thank Shanaynay! Tempest Princess! She is awesome, you all need to read her stories!!!!!!!!!!!! She uploaded the last 2 chapters for me, you all need to thank her! GO SHANAYNAY "LITA" "MAKOTO" FERGUSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway. Thank you all again, and here is my language key.
FRENCH:
Cet abruti – That asshole
Ce bâtard – That bastard
Comment défi il – How dare he
François – French
Chéri – darling
belle ami – beautiful friend
c'est Andy... celui que j'aime – This is Andy…the one I like
garçon – sir
JAPANESE:
Owaru – Stop!
Shimatta – Damn it
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Love Always,
Magellan Princess
By Magellan Princess
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none.
Darien walked in looking pained. Andrew and Serena chose not to acknowledge his presence and instead smiled and talked to each other happily.
"SERENA," He said angrily, walking up to the bar and slamming his fist onto the hard surface. It hurt like hell, but he wouldn't let it bother him.
"Oh," Serena said calmly. "Hello, Mr. Shields. May I help you? You seem rather constipated." She said, looking at his pained expression.
"Andrew, would you excuse me and Serena for a moment?" Darien said through clenched teeth.
"I don't intend to go anywhere with you, Darien. I suggest you leave and go put some ice on that hand of yours. Unless you want Raye to do it for you." Serena said icily. Andrew looked from Serena to Darien and could almost see the tension in the air.
Darien looked down at his hand and saw that it was swelling. He must have hit it harder than he thought. "I really don't give a damn whether you "intend" on coming or not, Serena."
Serena looked puzzled for a second before Darien grabbed her arm. "Owaru!" She cried out in pain.
"Darien, what the fuck are you doing?!" Andrew said, getting up.
"Shut up, Andrew."
"Let go of Serena." Andrew said angrily.
"Oh, is she YOUR whore now, Andrew?" Darien said mockingly.
"The only whore I know is yours, Darien." Serena spat at his feet.
Darien hit her on the face. It immediately started to bruise. Andrew looked at her and then at Darien. He was obviously boiling. "Raye is not a whore." He said simply and walked out of the arcade. Andrew touched Serena's bruises tenderly—the hold on her arm and then the greenish-purple mark on her face. She collapsed to the ground and started to sob.
"Andy…" She wept. Lizzy and a few other people came from other parts of the arcade worriedly.
"Serena!" Lizzy exclaimed. "Oh, you poor thing…want some ice? That jerk…"
"I'm fine, Lizzy. Really." Serena said, pasting a fake smile on her face. Lizzy seemed to be fooled though, and went back to work with just a pat on the shoulder and a wavery smile.
"Sere, do you want to go home?"
"No." Serena said firmly.
"Okay…would you at least like to lie down?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful, Andrew, thank you."
At that moment, Krista walked in. "Sere!" She said happily, then saw the marks on her. "Oh my god, what happened? Oh, chéri!"
"Krista, I'm okay…"
"Did he do it to you? This shithole, this bastard?" She said, nodding to Andrew.
"No, he helped me. The man that did this to me was the one I told you about."
"Darien?"
"Yes."
"Cet abruti! Ce bâtard! Comment défi il!" Krista cried out.
"Krista…apologize to Andy, please! And you have to speak in Japanese, Andrew only knows a little French (AN: okay, we are pretending Serena can speak French, ok?)!"
"Oh! Excuse me! I am very sorry, garçon."
"Um…it's okay." Andrew said, wondering who this woman was and how Serena knew her. She was 20 something! Older than HE was!
"Oh, how rude of me! Andy, this is Krista! Krista, c'est Andy... celui que j'aime!" Serena giggled to her friend. Krista eyed Andy and then joined Serena in giggling. Andrew felt like a piece of art on display.
"Would you like something to eat, Trista?"
"My name is not Trista." Krista said.
"Oh, sorry, Krista. Andrew knew another one of my friends, Trista Meiou."
"Oh." Krista said.
"So would you like anything?" Andrew said.
"Non, merci." Krista smiled. "I am on a…how do you say…diet."
"Oh. That's too bad." Andrew smiled. "We're serving Serena on the house, and I'm sure we could make an exception for her friend, too…especially such a beautiful friend. A…amia bella?"
Serena's eyes flashed with jealousy, and Krista caught the signal. "Actually, non, it's belle ami." Krista said curtly. "I must go. Serena, would you like to shop now? Or tomorrow still?"
"Oh, tomorrow, Krista, if it's okay with you."
"Of course, Serena. I shall see you tomorrow!" Krista said happily. She whispered, "So you like him? I can see why, he's cute. He likes you too, I can sense it, and I am never wrong about these things." She waved to them both and went out the sliding glass doors.
"Well. That was interesting." Andrew laughed.
"Why? Krista is really sweet!" Serena said defensively, but also laughed a little bit.
"I know…but I just CANNOT speak French…fancois?"
"François." Serena corrected.
"Fine. But I still can't speak it." Andrew laughed.
Serena looked at her pink Baby-G watch. "Shimatta, I have to go, Andy."
"Why?" Andrew asked.
"Birthday dinner. I'll see you later." Serena said. Her heart tugged at her to stay with Andrew…at least the little voice shut up, though. 'That's what you think…' the annoying little pipsqueak piped. Dammit…
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Yay!!! I love you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you SO SO SO SO SO much for the reviews!!!!!!! And I also need to thank Shanaynay! Tempest Princess! She is awesome, you all need to read her stories!!!!!!!!!!!! She uploaded the last 2 chapters for me, you all need to thank her! GO SHANAYNAY "LITA" "MAKOTO" FERGUSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway. Thank you all again, and here is my language key.
FRENCH:
Cet abruti – That asshole
Ce bâtard – That bastard
Comment défi il – How dare he
François – French
Chéri – darling
belle ami – beautiful friend
c'est Andy... celui que j'aime – This is Andy…the one I like
garçon – sir
JAPANESE:
Owaru – Stop!
Shimatta – Damn it
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There u go!!!! 10 more reviews and chapter 5 is on it's way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love Always,
Magellan Princess