Hey all.. Um... Oh, whatever. What's the point in small talk?
Over to Chibi Angel.
We don't own Sailor Moon
Please do not sue.
For we're two little angels
Who's lawyers wouldn't know what to do.
Back to Angel.
You know things are bad when Chibi-Angel doesn't change the disclaimer at all.
Goodbye, Serena
Chapter Six
Just Lose a Little Weight...
Serena, sobbing, ran onto the airplane and flung herself into her assigned seat. In the seat
next to her, a beautiful, impossibly thin ash-blonde raised her perfectly plucked eyebrow at
her.
"Is something wrong?" she asked in a French accent that was every bit as refined and polished
as the girl herself. Serena forced herself to meet the young woman's eyes, and gasped when
she caught sight of them. They were the most amazing shade of pale, blue-green ice.
Maybe she looked more pathetic than she had originally thought, because the girl's carefully
calculated distant look softened and she offered Serena a pink tissue from her bag. Normally,
our heroine wouldn't dream of talking to a stranger--especially not on a *plane*, for God's
sake, since Darien had told her not to. But since she was so upset--and so adament against
Darien that she would have jumped off a cliff had he told her not to--, Serena found herself
spilling out the whole sordid story to the suddenly sympathetic beauty. Half an hour later.
the girl smiled and offered another tissue.
"I understand completely," she sighed. "My boyfriend cheated on me, too. I broke up with
him, but sometimes I just want him back so badly..." She looked incredibly sad for a moment,
than smiled again. "By the way, my name is Ivy. Ivy Diamond."
"Serena," replied the meatball-headed blonde, offering her hand. Ivy shook it, then sat back
and seemed to be observing Serena. At least, those twin pieces of ice were raking over
her body from head to toe.
"Serena..." Serena, worried, looked down at herself and searched for anything that was
stained, unbuttoned, or torn. She saw nothing out of the ordinary, and returned her confused
blue eyes to Ivy's beautiful face. "What is it?" she asked, rather panicky of being made a
fool of in front of this...Goddess.
Ivy giggled softly. "Don't worry, Serena." She reassured the younger girl. "It's just..." She
settled back against her seat and crossed her legs. "You're just very pretty, that's all."
Shock descended on Serena like a bucket of cold water. This--this--this *angel* though that
*she* was pretty? Impossible.
Ivy must have seen her skeptical doubt because she smiled brightly, an amazingly pretty smile
that practically brightened the aisle and made several people watching smile in spite of
themselves. She burst out into delicate, tinkling laughter--laughter that resembled silver bells--
at the dubious expression on Serena's face. "You really are quite pretty, I hope you know
that. You have a great deal of raw beauty, I could do a lot for you." She smiled. "You could
be a model."
Excitement started spinning in Serena's stomach. Her--a model?! She'd *always* wanted
to be a model! It was practically her life long dream--scratch that. It *was* her life long dream.
She glanced down at the French fashion magazine resting in her lap and got momentarily
diverted by a model that looked rather a *lot* like Serena--if, of course, Serena had darker
hair and more sultry make-up. When she looked up again, her eyes were shining. In a subtle
fashion, of course--she had a feeling Ivy simply didn't get worked up over anything. Suddenly,
the pale blue-green ice lost all expression as she glanced down at Serena's slim waist.
"You're definitely pretty enough," Ivy said, thoughtfully. "In fact, I really think you could be a
model. Except…"
"Except what?" Serena asked, her stomach twisting with nervousness mixed with excitement.
Ivy eyed her, her incredible blue-green orbs politely critical. "You're not fat, Serena," She
assured me in her British drawl, that icy gaze penetrating my soul. "It's just… I really think
you have what it takes to be a model. All you need to do is lose a little weight…"
Over to Chibi Angel.
We don't own Sailor Moon
Please do not sue.
For we're two little angels
Who's lawyers wouldn't know what to do.
Back to Angel.
You know things are bad when Chibi-Angel doesn't change the disclaimer at all.
Goodbye, Serena
Chapter Six
Just Lose a Little Weight...
Serena, sobbing, ran onto the airplane and flung herself into her assigned seat. In the seat
next to her, a beautiful, impossibly thin ash-blonde raised her perfectly plucked eyebrow at
her.
"Is something wrong?" she asked in a French accent that was every bit as refined and polished
as the girl herself. Serena forced herself to meet the young woman's eyes, and gasped when
she caught sight of them. They were the most amazing shade of pale, blue-green ice.
Maybe she looked more pathetic than she had originally thought, because the girl's carefully
calculated distant look softened and she offered Serena a pink tissue from her bag. Normally,
our heroine wouldn't dream of talking to a stranger--especially not on a *plane*, for God's
sake, since Darien had told her not to. But since she was so upset--and so adament against
Darien that she would have jumped off a cliff had he told her not to--, Serena found herself
spilling out the whole sordid story to the suddenly sympathetic beauty. Half an hour later.
the girl smiled and offered another tissue.
"I understand completely," she sighed. "My boyfriend cheated on me, too. I broke up with
him, but sometimes I just want him back so badly..." She looked incredibly sad for a moment,
than smiled again. "By the way, my name is Ivy. Ivy Diamond."
"Serena," replied the meatball-headed blonde, offering her hand. Ivy shook it, then sat back
and seemed to be observing Serena. At least, those twin pieces of ice were raking over
her body from head to toe.
"Serena..." Serena, worried, looked down at herself and searched for anything that was
stained, unbuttoned, or torn. She saw nothing out of the ordinary, and returned her confused
blue eyes to Ivy's beautiful face. "What is it?" she asked, rather panicky of being made a
fool of in front of this...Goddess.
Ivy giggled softly. "Don't worry, Serena." She reassured the younger girl. "It's just..." She
settled back against her seat and crossed her legs. "You're just very pretty, that's all."
Shock descended on Serena like a bucket of cold water. This--this--this *angel* though that
*she* was pretty? Impossible.
Ivy must have seen her skeptical doubt because she smiled brightly, an amazingly pretty smile
that practically brightened the aisle and made several people watching smile in spite of
themselves. She burst out into delicate, tinkling laughter--laughter that resembled silver bells--
at the dubious expression on Serena's face. "You really are quite pretty, I hope you know
that. You have a great deal of raw beauty, I could do a lot for you." She smiled. "You could
be a model."
Excitement started spinning in Serena's stomach. Her--a model?! She'd *always* wanted
to be a model! It was practically her life long dream--scratch that. It *was* her life long dream.
She glanced down at the French fashion magazine resting in her lap and got momentarily
diverted by a model that looked rather a *lot* like Serena--if, of course, Serena had darker
hair and more sultry make-up. When she looked up again, her eyes were shining. In a subtle
fashion, of course--she had a feeling Ivy simply didn't get worked up over anything. Suddenly,
the pale blue-green ice lost all expression as she glanced down at Serena's slim waist.
"You're definitely pretty enough," Ivy said, thoughtfully. "In fact, I really think you could be a
model. Except…"
"Except what?" Serena asked, her stomach twisting with nervousness mixed with excitement.
Ivy eyed her, her incredible blue-green orbs politely critical. "You're not fat, Serena," She
assured me in her British drawl, that icy gaze penetrating my soul. "It's just… I really think
you have what it takes to be a model. All you need to do is lose a little weight…"
