*You*
Season 1
Episode 2- Leather Pants
By: Jaclenia
jaclenia@hotmail.com
Insert Usual Disclaimer
Each Episode Is In It's Own A Story.
Just Like A TV Show!!
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"SERE?! REMIND ME TO *NEVER* LET YOU COOK AGAIN!!"
The girl of whom this anger is directed shuffled in the sheets, twirling
them around her tiny figure before she crawled out of the bed. Her hair,
brushing against her knees in pools of gold, gave a glow when the light from the
windows struck them. It almost made Darien catch his breath when he saw her.
"What's your problem," she mumbled between movements for coffee.
"This," he said holding up a pan with what was supposed to be her Sausage
Pasta but was now a hardened mix between mold and burnt cheese. She giggled in
nervousness and pulled the sheets a little tighter around herself.
"Oops. Guess I forgot to turn of the burner last night."
"OOPS?! SERE, COME BACK HERE?!" he yelled at her back as she retreated to
the bathroom.
"What did I get myself into?" He asked this question to the air around him
and tossed the ruined pan into the garbage.
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Serena locked the door behind her and tossed the sheets into the laundry
basket under the sink. She felt bad about ruining his pot and made a note of
buying him a new one. He had been nice enough to move her in and she'd gone and
ruined the chance of cooking dinner ever again on the first night there.
These thoughts were gone as she turned on the water, pulled up the shower
button, and closed the curtain. She had a few moments to tidy up a few things
because she waited until the air in the shower had gotten warm along with the
water. Otherwise it made her cold.
She decided it should be warm by now and stepped in, the warmth of the
water making it a little harder to breath. It didn't bother her though, so she
closed her eyes and scrubbed in some conditioner. The smell was aromatic and one
of her favorites. Rinsing it out she opened her eyes.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Darien, who'd been reading the newpaper, heard the scream and ran top
speed into the bathroom to find Serena heaped on top of the toilet with a towel
wrapped around herself.
"What's wrong?"
She pointed to the upper corner of the shower and their he saw a small
spider hanging a few inches down from it's web.
"Well are you going to just stand there looking like an idiot or are you
going to kill it?!"
He looked at her and saw murder in those pretty blue eyes. He cringed a
little and grapped some toilet paper and killed it. Deciding to freak her out,
he put the dead carcass two inches from her face, effectively getting him a kick
in the groin.
"Ow, God Sere. Ughhhh."
She leaned over his crumpled form on the floor and flicked his ear.
"That's what you get for being an asshole."
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By the time Serena had gotten dressed and had a cup of coffee, Darien
emerged from the bathroom, washcloth in hand.
"What are you going to do with that?"
He glared at her for a moment and she had to sustain laughter at the sight
of him walking like he just spent an entire week riding on a horse.
"Don't say anything. Or do anything. The slightest touch will just... you
don't wanna know."
"You mean you don't wanna know," she stated, approaching him in torcheous
slow paces.
"Sere, c'mon it was just a joke."
"Uh huh. Whatever."
Walking past him, she did nothing and he let out a sigh of relief.
Smirking she a nearby coaster and chucked it between his legs.
She closed the front door just in time to hear him scream.
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The revoling doors of Sak's Fifth Avenue opened without a sound, giving
any customer a feeling of efficiency. Employees approached any and all
customers, trying to give them all a sense of comfort. That's what they were
paid to do and they did it well. The past week's designing sale had gone
wonderful and people were flocking from all over the city to get the even better
sales during the aftermath.
Serena entered this building and waved to a few workers she knew and took
the elevator to the top floor where her office and three other designer's
offices were located. The music played wasn't boring classical music that often
made employees depressed. It was up beat pop from a local station that you've
heard being pumped to the maximum in teenager's cars. Since most of the
designer's were in their twenty's it didn't bother them much.
Her designer glasses swung from a silver chain from her suit's pocket,
something she needed for close-up details on her outfits. The one she was
wearing was in fact one of her own creations. The cut and style were made to
flatter her in every way from the straight-cut light blue undershirt to
highlight her eyes, to the heeled sandals that made her seemed taller.
Entering her office, she opened the blinds and spent a few minutes staring
at the street below. Watching women walk out of the store carrying a specialty
bag that indicated one of the inner designer's outfits put a large smile on her
face. A slight breeze blew in and she took in a big breath before getting to
work.
She pushed the button on her CD player and popped one cinnamon tic-tac
into her mouth before getting out her pencils, colored and lead, out and opening
up to a new page in her notebook. The little lamp was pushed aside as the
sunlight streaming in provided enough for her to see without squinting,
something she'd read inhanced wrinkles.
When she was finishing of the purse to go along with an evening gown she'd
designed the week before, a knock came from her door. Before answering, she
layed the glasses on the desk and brushed aside a few eraser marks.
"Come in."
The door opened and revealed a women with long black, almost greenish,
waist-length hair that was pulled into a bun and piercing violet eyes.
"Morning, Setsuna."
"Morning, Serena. How are the winter formal outfits going?"
Before replying she looked over the piece of paper in front of her and
pondered the answer.
"Pretty well. I have the first line done by next week."
"Productive aren't we?" she asked seating herself in the chair next to
Serena's.
"Yeah. How did my line go at the sale last week?"
"Well. There's only two left of yours and five of the other two's. We're
having a party tonight to celebrate it at my place. Here's the address." Before
walking out the door she told her that you had to come with someone.
"Okay, I'll be there."
After the door closed and she finished her design, Serena walked
downstairs and browsed a few of the aisles looking for the dress to wear to the
party. The card had said a simple cocktail dress would do so she walked into her
friend's section that specialized in designing that kind of dress.
A white one looked appealing but the cut was too conservative. The black
one was too loose and made her look about ten pounds heavier. A silver one
caught her eyes, the material ending three inches above the knee. The v-cut was
a little revealing but she didn't mind. As her mother had told her once, flaunt
it while their pure. Something like that. The point of it was to not be afraid
of showing your body.
She liked the spaghetti straps and the silver sash that went along with
it. Twirling a few times infront of the dressing room mirror she decided it
would work quite well. Now the only problem was finding someone to go with.
Richard wouldn't work for obvious reasons. Literally. Maybe Darien would go.
They'd be going as friends of course but that wouldn't bother her at all, nor
would it him.
Putting the bag on reserve, she went back to her office and dialed his, no
*their* number. A groggy hello answered the phone.
"Hey sleepy head. It's almost noon, aren't you going to do anything
productive today?"
"The only productive thing I do on Monday's is put sweat's over my boxers.
That and maybe check my email."
'Why am I not surprised?'
"Would you like to come with me to a party tonight. It's just a small
thing and you don't have to dress up real formally."
"Sure, why not. I'll be missing Crossing Jordan though."
"I'll pick up a tape so you can record it, okay?"
"Yep. You said I can wear anything right?"
"Yes you can. Just don't embarass me okay?"
"Me? Embarass you? Do they sell drugs where you work?"
"Shut up. I'll be home around six and the party doesn't start until seven.
Be ready when I get home." She hung up before he could answer.
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The lights in the apartment were all on high when Serena entered it and
she shielded her eyes with the brand her purse. Her dress was draped over her
arm and a pair of shoes was hooked on her fingers. She kicked her shoes off and
they landed in the corner next to her other four pairs. Each one had been
designed by herself, a shameless personal advertisement.
The door to the bedroom was open ever so slightly and she walked it to be
covered in five pounds of flour. She coughed and sputtered angry curses and the
clouds of dust were breathed in and got in-between her eyelids. She looked like
a pale statue and her dress was ruined. The perpetrator lay doubled over on the
bedroom floor, his face blue from laughing so hard.
She threw down the dress and pinned him down, her legs on either side of
his back and her arms twisting his in a very painful position. He struggled to
get out but it was futile, she couldn't be taken off with a crowbar.
"You IDIOT!! You just ruined my dress!! Now what am I gonna wear?" His
arms were being pulled farther back and he hissed between clenched teeth. He
never knew she had it in her.
"I..I had to...get you back for...for kick...to groin," he wheezed now
that his chest was being pulled back as well.
"Well now I get my revenge by making you take me shopping and buying me
whatever I want." She released him and went to the closet to find a less *white*
outfit to wear.
"But-"
"Don't push me. And what are you wearing?" Now that she got a full look of
him, she saw what he intended on wearing to the party. A pair of leather pants
and a fuzzy dark blue sweater.
"Your the fashion designer. You tell me."
It's not like the outfit didn't suit him. The pants were just a little too
teenager for someone in their late-twenties. The sweater was nice though,
brought out the distinctions is his eyes.
"You can't wear that to the party tonight," she told him through the now
closed door as she threw on a pair of jeans and sweater of her own.
"And why not? You said I could wear anything and it's not like I'm wearing
jeans or anything. I thought it looked presentable," he pouted feighning hurt.
"It's not that. It's just I thought you would have.. oh never mind. Just
get your credit card."
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After about fifteen minutes at Macy's, Serena found something she liked.
It wasn't as nice as the silver one but she liked the shade of cerulean. It's
length was the same but it was more of a tube-top kind of cut without sleeves at
the top and a slit on both sides that ran to the top of her thigh. When she
walked out of the dressing room Darien lifted an eyebrow.
"What? Straight men like this kind of thing."
"It makes your thighs look big."
"No it doesn't. It just makes you feel uncomfortable. You keep your
opinions to yourself and I'll keep mine to myself. Deal?" she asked extending a
silver gloved hand to him. He shook it and paid for the dress, returning home.
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By six fourty-five, both residents of the tall complex were ready. He had
thrown a light jacket over the sweater and she put a black woolen shawl around
her shoulders as they went down to the car. He'd parked in front instead of the
garage since they would be returning to it in a few minutes and it prevented
them from being frozen in the night September air.
Buckling in he turned into traffic and she directed him until they got to
a place where they'd have a five minute space between the next direction.
"How do you know this person that's throwing the party?"
"She's my boss. It's her apartment that it's being held at too. She's
really nice. I think you'll like her."
"I don't know, she sounds kinda crazy. Who throws a party on Monday
night?" he asked turning down another street. She gripped the door handle as he
turned a little too late.
"This is New York. What night isn't there a party going on?"
"Good point. Now where do I turn?"
"Left. It's.... that one." She pointed to large building and they had to
strain their necks to look at it, even from a block a way.
"Who would wanna live so high?"
"Stop criticizing her and drive."
He mimicked her under his breath and pulled into the front entrance. An
older man took their car and parked while another, a little younger first, led
them in the elevator to her room, a condo on the top floor.
The place was large, but a little smaller than the one Darien and Serena
shared. Clusters of people were scattered around the room, leaving them to
notice the line of books on one wall, the large dining room on the other. It had
lit candles on it and china dishes, something Serena hadn't seen since Lita's
wedding.
"Serena, you made it."
The two of them turned in the direction of one of the larger groups where
Setsuna was approaching them. She was wearing a burgundy dress, the trail
dragging a few feet behind her. One long, clear sleeve covered one arm while the
other was left bare minus a few gold chains wrapped around them.
"Hello Sets. This is Darien, my roomate."
Setsuna eyed him from toe to hair and smiled, her eyes showing much
approval. The smile changed to flirty and she extended her sixty dollar set of
nailed hand for him to kiss. He only shook it and she hid her dissapointment
well.
"Nice to meet you. That outfit is very stylish for a man. Did you pick it
out yourself?"
"Yes I did." Her gaze was making him a little uncomfortable and he began
to wish he hadn't come along.
"Serena, can I talk to you for a moment?" Setsuna asked, her gaze still
half focused on him.
"Of course. We'll only be a minute."
Dragging Serena away, Setsuna let her giddiness get the best of her and
jumped a few inches.
"Serena you have to help me get that guy. He's fabulous! His style, hair,
those eyes!! God girl, I'm surprised you haven't snagged him yet. Are you
crazy?"
"Sets, he's-"
"Gorgeous? I totally agree. Now, what would be a good topic of discussion
for him?"
Serena stared at her boss and stifled a giggle. If she wasn't going to
listen, fine. Let her find out the hard way.
"Why don't you talk to him about your trip to England. Show him your
collection of paintings. I'm sure he'd love that."
"Your right. I don't want to leave you alone so why don't you talk to Jake
over there? I've told him sooo much about you."
"Sure. Have fun," and with a little wave, she was gone.
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She stared after them for a few moments before turning towards the large
food platters that were arranged on a table near the windows. There was a
vegetarian platter, meat platter, seafood platter.. it was all that you'd need.
Grabbing a plate, she loaded it up with some of each and sat down in a cushy
chair near the balcony. The moon was out now and she checked the clock to see it
at seven-thirty. Time seemed to be going slowly tonight.
A man who looked to be around her age approached and took a seat across
from her, swirling some wine in his glass. He smiled at her, the whiteness of
his teeth both blinding her and telling her his occupation.
"So your a dentist?"
He stared at her for a few seconds with disbelief, then extending an arm.
"Jake Williams. Yourself?" Setting down the plate on a nearby small table,
she took his hand and shook it.
"Serena Liance(lee-on-se). Pleasure to meet you."
"Setsuna's told me a lot about you. I've seen your designs. There very
good," he told her between swigs.
"Thank you. I try."
"You didn't design what your wearing." It was a statement not a question.
She nodded and was interested by someone who could tell her clothing by sight.
"How did you know?"
"It's not you."
They stared at eachother for a few moments before shouting interuppted
them.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'I'M NOT INTERESTED?!'"
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Setsuna walked away from Serena, a plan formulating in that stylish mind
of hers. She ran through her lines in her mind and with each step her confidence
grew. She was a woman who got her man in the end and Darien was her objective
for the night. Never in her dating carreer had a man turned down her seductive
charms. Why should this one be any different?
"Have you ever been to Europe?"
"I have. It's one of my favorite vacation places."
"What a coincedense, that's mine too. I love staying in a French villa
whenever I have a show in Milan."
"Why would you stay in France if your show is in Italy?" She was a little
taken aback by this comment for never had she been questioned in her thinking.
"The countries are so small that I can jump from one to the other in the
day and be back in time for the show."
He nodded in a passive way and turned slightly away from her to look
around at a few of the other people in the room. He saw Serena getting food from
the platters and wished he was over there talking about something without it
being in attempt to sleep with him.
"You know, this place is kind of stuffy for my style. Crowds and
everything. Why don't we go downstairs? There's a little place down the street-"
"I think your a really nice person but I don't like you that way." She
blinked twice and tilted her head at an angle.
"What do you mean?"
Her nativity was getting on his nerves and he forgot his manners in his
reply, making it come out in more of a growl than a polite response.
"I'm not interested." He watched in amazement as he eyes turned to red
fire and she slammed her glass onto the table.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'I'M NOT INTERESTED?!"
He cringed and opened his eyes to find the entire group of people staring
at them. He took a few steps back, meeting Serena's gaze and she got the hint.
She rose from her seat and approached Setsuna carefully as if she were a
china doll that could fall and break at any moment.
"Setsuna, he's gay," she whispered into the older woman's ear.
Trying to keep whatever pride she had left, she gave him and the group of
people a half-smile and walked into her bedroom not to be seen for the rest of
the party.
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"So, did you get his number," Darien asked between bites of his pizza.
They'd decided to end the party about a half-an-hour after the 'incident' as
they now called it and upon arriving home the duo had ordered a pizza and
settled on the queen size bed to eat and talk about Jake.
"Yes. He said he'd call me tommorow though. It's odd that a dentist would
know what I've designed and what I haven't."
"Kinda creepy if you ask me."
She whacked him along the side of the head with a pillow and finished her
slice.
"Bite me leatherboy."
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That's chapter 2!! Please write me so I know if I should cancel this show or
not. I love feedback so don't hesitate to do so!! Thank you to my editors Michi
and Emily who give me confidence with their enthusiastic ideas. Also, if you are
going to email me, don't make it mean, like "Darien being gay is gross" because
I never said he would always be gay. So, if it's not like that, I love recieving
positive responses.
Season 1
Episode 2- Leather Pants
By: Jaclenia
jaclenia@hotmail.com
Insert Usual Disclaimer
Each Episode Is In It's Own A Story.
Just Like A TV Show!!
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"SERE?! REMIND ME TO *NEVER* LET YOU COOK AGAIN!!"
The girl of whom this anger is directed shuffled in the sheets, twirling
them around her tiny figure before she crawled out of the bed. Her hair,
brushing against her knees in pools of gold, gave a glow when the light from the
windows struck them. It almost made Darien catch his breath when he saw her.
"What's your problem," she mumbled between movements for coffee.
"This," he said holding up a pan with what was supposed to be her Sausage
Pasta but was now a hardened mix between mold and burnt cheese. She giggled in
nervousness and pulled the sheets a little tighter around herself.
"Oops. Guess I forgot to turn of the burner last night."
"OOPS?! SERE, COME BACK HERE?!" he yelled at her back as she retreated to
the bathroom.
"What did I get myself into?" He asked this question to the air around him
and tossed the ruined pan into the garbage.
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Serena locked the door behind her and tossed the sheets into the laundry
basket under the sink. She felt bad about ruining his pot and made a note of
buying him a new one. He had been nice enough to move her in and she'd gone and
ruined the chance of cooking dinner ever again on the first night there.
These thoughts were gone as she turned on the water, pulled up the shower
button, and closed the curtain. She had a few moments to tidy up a few things
because she waited until the air in the shower had gotten warm along with the
water. Otherwise it made her cold.
She decided it should be warm by now and stepped in, the warmth of the
water making it a little harder to breath. It didn't bother her though, so she
closed her eyes and scrubbed in some conditioner. The smell was aromatic and one
of her favorites. Rinsing it out she opened her eyes.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Darien, who'd been reading the newpaper, heard the scream and ran top
speed into the bathroom to find Serena heaped on top of the toilet with a towel
wrapped around herself.
"What's wrong?"
She pointed to the upper corner of the shower and their he saw a small
spider hanging a few inches down from it's web.
"Well are you going to just stand there looking like an idiot or are you
going to kill it?!"
He looked at her and saw murder in those pretty blue eyes. He cringed a
little and grapped some toilet paper and killed it. Deciding to freak her out,
he put the dead carcass two inches from her face, effectively getting him a kick
in the groin.
"Ow, God Sere. Ughhhh."
She leaned over his crumpled form on the floor and flicked his ear.
"That's what you get for being an asshole."
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By the time Serena had gotten dressed and had a cup of coffee, Darien
emerged from the bathroom, washcloth in hand.
"What are you going to do with that?"
He glared at her for a moment and she had to sustain laughter at the sight
of him walking like he just spent an entire week riding on a horse.
"Don't say anything. Or do anything. The slightest touch will just... you
don't wanna know."
"You mean you don't wanna know," she stated, approaching him in torcheous
slow paces.
"Sere, c'mon it was just a joke."
"Uh huh. Whatever."
Walking past him, she did nothing and he let out a sigh of relief.
Smirking she a nearby coaster and chucked it between his legs.
She closed the front door just in time to hear him scream.
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The revoling doors of Sak's Fifth Avenue opened without a sound, giving
any customer a feeling of efficiency. Employees approached any and all
customers, trying to give them all a sense of comfort. That's what they were
paid to do and they did it well. The past week's designing sale had gone
wonderful and people were flocking from all over the city to get the even better
sales during the aftermath.
Serena entered this building and waved to a few workers she knew and took
the elevator to the top floor where her office and three other designer's
offices were located. The music played wasn't boring classical music that often
made employees depressed. It was up beat pop from a local station that you've
heard being pumped to the maximum in teenager's cars. Since most of the
designer's were in their twenty's it didn't bother them much.
Her designer glasses swung from a silver chain from her suit's pocket,
something she needed for close-up details on her outfits. The one she was
wearing was in fact one of her own creations. The cut and style were made to
flatter her in every way from the straight-cut light blue undershirt to
highlight her eyes, to the heeled sandals that made her seemed taller.
Entering her office, she opened the blinds and spent a few minutes staring
at the street below. Watching women walk out of the store carrying a specialty
bag that indicated one of the inner designer's outfits put a large smile on her
face. A slight breeze blew in and she took in a big breath before getting to
work.
She pushed the button on her CD player and popped one cinnamon tic-tac
into her mouth before getting out her pencils, colored and lead, out and opening
up to a new page in her notebook. The little lamp was pushed aside as the
sunlight streaming in provided enough for her to see without squinting,
something she'd read inhanced wrinkles.
When she was finishing of the purse to go along with an evening gown she'd
designed the week before, a knock came from her door. Before answering, she
layed the glasses on the desk and brushed aside a few eraser marks.
"Come in."
The door opened and revealed a women with long black, almost greenish,
waist-length hair that was pulled into a bun and piercing violet eyes.
"Morning, Setsuna."
"Morning, Serena. How are the winter formal outfits going?"
Before replying she looked over the piece of paper in front of her and
pondered the answer.
"Pretty well. I have the first line done by next week."
"Productive aren't we?" she asked seating herself in the chair next to
Serena's.
"Yeah. How did my line go at the sale last week?"
"Well. There's only two left of yours and five of the other two's. We're
having a party tonight to celebrate it at my place. Here's the address." Before
walking out the door she told her that you had to come with someone.
"Okay, I'll be there."
After the door closed and she finished her design, Serena walked
downstairs and browsed a few of the aisles looking for the dress to wear to the
party. The card had said a simple cocktail dress would do so she walked into her
friend's section that specialized in designing that kind of dress.
A white one looked appealing but the cut was too conservative. The black
one was too loose and made her look about ten pounds heavier. A silver one
caught her eyes, the material ending three inches above the knee. The v-cut was
a little revealing but she didn't mind. As her mother had told her once, flaunt
it while their pure. Something like that. The point of it was to not be afraid
of showing your body.
She liked the spaghetti straps and the silver sash that went along with
it. Twirling a few times infront of the dressing room mirror she decided it
would work quite well. Now the only problem was finding someone to go with.
Richard wouldn't work for obvious reasons. Literally. Maybe Darien would go.
They'd be going as friends of course but that wouldn't bother her at all, nor
would it him.
Putting the bag on reserve, she went back to her office and dialed his, no
*their* number. A groggy hello answered the phone.
"Hey sleepy head. It's almost noon, aren't you going to do anything
productive today?"
"The only productive thing I do on Monday's is put sweat's over my boxers.
That and maybe check my email."
'Why am I not surprised?'
"Would you like to come with me to a party tonight. It's just a small
thing and you don't have to dress up real formally."
"Sure, why not. I'll be missing Crossing Jordan though."
"I'll pick up a tape so you can record it, okay?"
"Yep. You said I can wear anything right?"
"Yes you can. Just don't embarass me okay?"
"Me? Embarass you? Do they sell drugs where you work?"
"Shut up. I'll be home around six and the party doesn't start until seven.
Be ready when I get home." She hung up before he could answer.
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The lights in the apartment were all on high when Serena entered it and
she shielded her eyes with the brand her purse. Her dress was draped over her
arm and a pair of shoes was hooked on her fingers. She kicked her shoes off and
they landed in the corner next to her other four pairs. Each one had been
designed by herself, a shameless personal advertisement.
The door to the bedroom was open ever so slightly and she walked it to be
covered in five pounds of flour. She coughed and sputtered angry curses and the
clouds of dust were breathed in and got in-between her eyelids. She looked like
a pale statue and her dress was ruined. The perpetrator lay doubled over on the
bedroom floor, his face blue from laughing so hard.
She threw down the dress and pinned him down, her legs on either side of
his back and her arms twisting his in a very painful position. He struggled to
get out but it was futile, she couldn't be taken off with a crowbar.
"You IDIOT!! You just ruined my dress!! Now what am I gonna wear?" His
arms were being pulled farther back and he hissed between clenched teeth. He
never knew she had it in her.
"I..I had to...get you back for...for kick...to groin," he wheezed now
that his chest was being pulled back as well.
"Well now I get my revenge by making you take me shopping and buying me
whatever I want." She released him and went to the closet to find a less *white*
outfit to wear.
"But-"
"Don't push me. And what are you wearing?" Now that she got a full look of
him, she saw what he intended on wearing to the party. A pair of leather pants
and a fuzzy dark blue sweater.
"Your the fashion designer. You tell me."
It's not like the outfit didn't suit him. The pants were just a little too
teenager for someone in their late-twenties. The sweater was nice though,
brought out the distinctions is his eyes.
"You can't wear that to the party tonight," she told him through the now
closed door as she threw on a pair of jeans and sweater of her own.
"And why not? You said I could wear anything and it's not like I'm wearing
jeans or anything. I thought it looked presentable," he pouted feighning hurt.
"It's not that. It's just I thought you would have.. oh never mind. Just
get your credit card."
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After about fifteen minutes at Macy's, Serena found something she liked.
It wasn't as nice as the silver one but she liked the shade of cerulean. It's
length was the same but it was more of a tube-top kind of cut without sleeves at
the top and a slit on both sides that ran to the top of her thigh. When she
walked out of the dressing room Darien lifted an eyebrow.
"What? Straight men like this kind of thing."
"It makes your thighs look big."
"No it doesn't. It just makes you feel uncomfortable. You keep your
opinions to yourself and I'll keep mine to myself. Deal?" she asked extending a
silver gloved hand to him. He shook it and paid for the dress, returning home.
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By six fourty-five, both residents of the tall complex were ready. He had
thrown a light jacket over the sweater and she put a black woolen shawl around
her shoulders as they went down to the car. He'd parked in front instead of the
garage since they would be returning to it in a few minutes and it prevented
them from being frozen in the night September air.
Buckling in he turned into traffic and she directed him until they got to
a place where they'd have a five minute space between the next direction.
"How do you know this person that's throwing the party?"
"She's my boss. It's her apartment that it's being held at too. She's
really nice. I think you'll like her."
"I don't know, she sounds kinda crazy. Who throws a party on Monday
night?" he asked turning down another street. She gripped the door handle as he
turned a little too late.
"This is New York. What night isn't there a party going on?"
"Good point. Now where do I turn?"
"Left. It's.... that one." She pointed to large building and they had to
strain their necks to look at it, even from a block a way.
"Who would wanna live so high?"
"Stop criticizing her and drive."
He mimicked her under his breath and pulled into the front entrance. An
older man took their car and parked while another, a little younger first, led
them in the elevator to her room, a condo on the top floor.
The place was large, but a little smaller than the one Darien and Serena
shared. Clusters of people were scattered around the room, leaving them to
notice the line of books on one wall, the large dining room on the other. It had
lit candles on it and china dishes, something Serena hadn't seen since Lita's
wedding.
"Serena, you made it."
The two of them turned in the direction of one of the larger groups where
Setsuna was approaching them. She was wearing a burgundy dress, the trail
dragging a few feet behind her. One long, clear sleeve covered one arm while the
other was left bare minus a few gold chains wrapped around them.
"Hello Sets. This is Darien, my roomate."
Setsuna eyed him from toe to hair and smiled, her eyes showing much
approval. The smile changed to flirty and she extended her sixty dollar set of
nailed hand for him to kiss. He only shook it and she hid her dissapointment
well.
"Nice to meet you. That outfit is very stylish for a man. Did you pick it
out yourself?"
"Yes I did." Her gaze was making him a little uncomfortable and he began
to wish he hadn't come along.
"Serena, can I talk to you for a moment?" Setsuna asked, her gaze still
half focused on him.
"Of course. We'll only be a minute."
Dragging Serena away, Setsuna let her giddiness get the best of her and
jumped a few inches.
"Serena you have to help me get that guy. He's fabulous! His style, hair,
those eyes!! God girl, I'm surprised you haven't snagged him yet. Are you
crazy?"
"Sets, he's-"
"Gorgeous? I totally agree. Now, what would be a good topic of discussion
for him?"
Serena stared at her boss and stifled a giggle. If she wasn't going to
listen, fine. Let her find out the hard way.
"Why don't you talk to him about your trip to England. Show him your
collection of paintings. I'm sure he'd love that."
"Your right. I don't want to leave you alone so why don't you talk to Jake
over there? I've told him sooo much about you."
"Sure. Have fun," and with a little wave, she was gone.
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She stared after them for a few moments before turning towards the large
food platters that were arranged on a table near the windows. There was a
vegetarian platter, meat platter, seafood platter.. it was all that you'd need.
Grabbing a plate, she loaded it up with some of each and sat down in a cushy
chair near the balcony. The moon was out now and she checked the clock to see it
at seven-thirty. Time seemed to be going slowly tonight.
A man who looked to be around her age approached and took a seat across
from her, swirling some wine in his glass. He smiled at her, the whiteness of
his teeth both blinding her and telling her his occupation.
"So your a dentist?"
He stared at her for a few seconds with disbelief, then extending an arm.
"Jake Williams. Yourself?" Setting down the plate on a nearby small table,
she took his hand and shook it.
"Serena Liance(lee-on-se). Pleasure to meet you."
"Setsuna's told me a lot about you. I've seen your designs. There very
good," he told her between swigs.
"Thank you. I try."
"You didn't design what your wearing." It was a statement not a question.
She nodded and was interested by someone who could tell her clothing by sight.
"How did you know?"
"It's not you."
They stared at eachother for a few moments before shouting interuppted
them.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'I'M NOT INTERESTED?!'"
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Setsuna walked away from Serena, a plan formulating in that stylish mind
of hers. She ran through her lines in her mind and with each step her confidence
grew. She was a woman who got her man in the end and Darien was her objective
for the night. Never in her dating carreer had a man turned down her seductive
charms. Why should this one be any different?
"Have you ever been to Europe?"
"I have. It's one of my favorite vacation places."
"What a coincedense, that's mine too. I love staying in a French villa
whenever I have a show in Milan."
"Why would you stay in France if your show is in Italy?" She was a little
taken aback by this comment for never had she been questioned in her thinking.
"The countries are so small that I can jump from one to the other in the
day and be back in time for the show."
He nodded in a passive way and turned slightly away from her to look
around at a few of the other people in the room. He saw Serena getting food from
the platters and wished he was over there talking about something without it
being in attempt to sleep with him.
"You know, this place is kind of stuffy for my style. Crowds and
everything. Why don't we go downstairs? There's a little place down the street-"
"I think your a really nice person but I don't like you that way." She
blinked twice and tilted her head at an angle.
"What do you mean?"
Her nativity was getting on his nerves and he forgot his manners in his
reply, making it come out in more of a growl than a polite response.
"I'm not interested." He watched in amazement as he eyes turned to red
fire and she slammed her glass onto the table.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'I'M NOT INTERESTED?!"
He cringed and opened his eyes to find the entire group of people staring
at them. He took a few steps back, meeting Serena's gaze and she got the hint.
She rose from her seat and approached Setsuna carefully as if she were a
china doll that could fall and break at any moment.
"Setsuna, he's gay," she whispered into the older woman's ear.
Trying to keep whatever pride she had left, she gave him and the group of
people a half-smile and walked into her bedroom not to be seen for the rest of
the party.
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"So, did you get his number," Darien asked between bites of his pizza.
They'd decided to end the party about a half-an-hour after the 'incident' as
they now called it and upon arriving home the duo had ordered a pizza and
settled on the queen size bed to eat and talk about Jake.
"Yes. He said he'd call me tommorow though. It's odd that a dentist would
know what I've designed and what I haven't."
"Kinda creepy if you ask me."
She whacked him along the side of the head with a pillow and finished her
slice.
"Bite me leatherboy."
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That's chapter 2!! Please write me so I know if I should cancel this show or
not. I love feedback so don't hesitate to do so!! Thank you to my editors Michi
and Emily who give me confidence with their enthusiastic ideas. Also, if you are
going to email me, don't make it mean, like "Darien being gay is gross" because
I never said he would always be gay. So, if it's not like that, I love recieving
positive responses.