1 Watch Out Meatball Head
1.1 Chapter 13
*********************************Serena*********************************
Clutching the shopping bag firmly in my hand I walked out of the 'Kwik Pick'. The two figures of one of my best friends and the other of my boyfriend closely huddled together, Lita was laughing and Darien was leaning closer towards her, from across the table, they were seated at a table for two only a few steps away from me. They looked like they were having a good time.
I felt a pang, like I had just been slapped in the face. In a way I had been slapped – slapped by reality. Darien had called and cancelled saying he had other 'stuff' to do, Lita had left claiming she had her own 'stuff' to do and now that I thought about it; Lita's phone call was probably from Darien. Her guilty face floated through my mind.
'Fast Food' was directly in front of me. I could just step inside and accuse them. . . . Or I could just walk away. I stood there, frozen in my place; the picture of them huddled at the booth framed in my mind.
A sudden tap on my shoulder interrupted my pondering. "Excuse me. . . . Serena?" I turned around to face the voice. It was a pretty curly haired red head; she had a strong accent, and was about my height. And she looked vaguely familiar. I smiled at her politely. She squealed as soon as I faced her. Then jumped on me enveloping me in a bear hug and managing to hit me in the head with the box she was holding at the same time.
(Serena's P o v. my second day back home and I've already manage to fall and get hit on the head enough times to have my brain permanently damaged.)
She stepped back and looked at me, a grin lighting up her face. Whoever she was, she was definitely happy to see me. "Uhh. Hi!" I said unsure. She must have realized that I didn't know her because she slapped herself and laughed.
"Silly me! You don't remember me, do you? Because you got amnesia, well I'm Molly. One of your friends in school. I heard you came home last night, I went over to your house just now but your mum said you were here, so I decided to come here! Surprise!" she continued. "Well I missed you a lot Serena. And I hope you get your memory back. . . . . I'm really sorry." Her voice softened and tears started to fill up her eyes. "I thought I'd never see you again! And then – then I came to see you at the hospital everyday but – but. . . . but they wouldn't let me stay the night with you." She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face freely. I have never seen someone's emotion change as quickly as Molly's did from happy to sad.
"oh Molly," I said my voice barely audible. Then I let the bag drop from my grip and wrapped her in a comforting hug. "I'm glad I have friends that care." I whispered. My own eyes were starting to fill up with unshed tears. She let out an unexpected laugh suddenly.
"you always were a cry baby ! I should have known better than to start bawling in public, specially in front of you !" she giggled, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. I looked around, sure enough a couple of people had gathered and some were giving us raised eyebrow looks. Ignoring them I picked up the bag I'd dropped.
"come on, we better get home and get this chicken in the kitchen." I said. She picked up her own box, which was white and had a white ribbon wrapped around it. She saw me looking and smiled.
"you'll see what it is as soon as you get home !" she winked and grabbed my arm, leading me out of the shopping center. Suddenly remembering what I had witnessed before the arrival of Molly, I glanced as casually as I could at the booth where Lita and Darien had been seated. The booth was now empty. I frowned, glancing around trying to spot where they had disappeared. But I found nothing. Had I imagined all of it ? giving the empty booth a final glance and trying to forget the whole 'Darien and Lita' thing I turned to Molly and tried to pay attention to what she was saying. But for the rest of the journey home, part of my brain was still conscious on the matter of Darien and Lita . . . . after all they had both lied to me. I may be willing to dismiss some things but how long could I keep pretending that nothing was wrong – how long was I going to keep accepting the limited amount of information my so-called friends were providing me. How long will it be until I started looking for answers for myself ? I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be very long, and in an uncanny way I was right.
*********************************Molly**********************************
I hadn't lied when I said that I had missed Serena, because I had. And I had visited her everyday. The truth was that as soon as I heard that she had come home yesterday I had wanted to go and see her then and there. But when I had called her mother, her mother had said she had already had friends over and that it would be best if I could come and see her today as she needed rest. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't been one of her friends to see her first. I had always been her best friend since kindergarten. But that was until earlier this school year. Then she had started going around with the other four girls. I hadn't minded, but I was aware that whenever I had joined in, or walked in, on the middle of their conversation they all went quiet. I also had a distinct feeling that Serena was keeping something from me. And it didn't help my state of mind that she always had to rush out on me without an explanation not to forget that sometimes she didn't even tell me where she was when she had 'forgotten' that she was supposed to have come over to my house.
In more than one way, you could say that I was jealous of her new friends, well not 'of' her friends but the part in which they shared 'secrets' that I obviously didn't know and wasn't included in. I had never told Serena I felt this way. I felt too embarrassed to bring it up, sometimes I started to but then chickened out. I didn't know any of them personally, except for Amy of course since we went to the same school. On the way home, I knew that Serena was only partly listening to me – or maybe not at all. But I chirped on anyway, not wanting there to be an awkward silence. Serena was very silent, she said almost nothing.
Sometimes I kidded myself thinking that she had a very good explanation for all this, like she was working undercover for the FBI or that she was riding the world of evil. But I always knew that deep down it was something more. . . . .
**********************************Darien********************************
I tried not to fall asleep as Serena's friend went on about one of her ex- boyfriends. I don't even know how we got into that subject. We were supposed to talk about my girlfriend not her ex's. and boy, she must have started dating since she was in her diapers either that or she had a different boyfriend for everyday of the week for the last three years. When she finally stopped to take a breather I butted in before she could go on.
"uhh, so . . . Serena ?" I said trying to think of something to say.
"oh yes, Serena. . . . . . what about her ?" she asked questioningly. I took a deep breath trying to keep myself from blowing up.
"well that's why we're here. You have to tell me about Serena." I replied through-greeted teeth.
"oh. . . . well um ok. What do you want to know ?" she asked.
"how about . . . . EVERYTHING ?? for gods sake Lila, I don't know 'anything' about her !" I said my patience slipping. Usually I was a pretty patient guy but I had my limits.
" its Lita!!!! And if you forgot, I'M the one doing YOU the favor here." She said aggravated.
"whatever, but if you ARE doing me the favor then can we please stick to the subject. I didn't ask for your boy friend history." I replied equally frustrated.
She opened her mouth to reply then snapped it shut. Then she sat down. I hadn't even realized we were standing. A few people near our booth were giving us pitying glances. I frowned and sat down myself.
"you ask me questions that I can answer, and I'll answer as best as I can." She hissed.
"fine," I replied. "tell me uhh . . . how old is she, her birthstone, school ?" I finished.
"ok, I can do that. Her birthday is on the 30th June, her birthstone is pearl. She's a cancer and her blood type's o. she's in the second year of junior high. Oh and she's fourteen years old." She responded.
I sat back, and starred at her in shock. "she's 'fourteen' ?" I repeated. Lita looked at me confused. She nodded. "fourteen ??" I couldn't believe it. I knew she was younger than me but – fourteen ? that was ridiculous. She was four years younger than me !
Lita raised her eyebrows at my dumbfounded expression. "I'm only giving you the facts." She retorted.
"fine," I murmured. "what else ? like her favourite subject in school, favourite food, colour ? and what she hates" I said trying to put away the fact that my girlfriend was so young.
"ahh that's a tough one, her favourite subject in school . . . . well I guess that would be home economics. She absolutely hates maths and English. She loves cake and ice cream, but despises carrots. Her favourite colours are pink and white." She said thoughtfully
I sighed. How could she hate maths ?? maths was very similar to physics, and physics was my favourite subject. So far we had absolutely nothing in common.
"so she cooks," I said trying to find a common ground.
"what ? heck no ! Serena – cook ?" she burst out laughing. She was laughing so hard she had tears flowing down her cheeks.
A few more people were shooting us peculiar looks. I couldn't blame them, one minute we were arguing and looking like we were ready to kill each other the next she was laughing so hard she had a hard time sitting up straight. "will you keep it down." I whispered, leaning closer towards her. She gasped trying to keep from laughing, but she didn't quite manage to stop the wide grin from spreading across her face.
"now, will you please explain your behavior," I said trying to keep my voice light. Her bottom lip quivered lightly and another tear fell down her cheek, she was trying to keep a straight face, but not succeeding. She opened her mouth to reply but instead burst out laughing again. I sat back on my seat sighing, this was going to take a while.
When she finally managed to regain her posture, she replied. "well uhh, I don't want to burst your bubble, but Serena cant cook to save her life ! the last time she tried to make toast she set the kitchen on fire !" then she resumed to continue laughing.
"Lita ! people are looking, get yourself together !" I hissed.
"ohh what ? oh Kay." She replied, wiping her tears.
"if she doesn't like cooking, then why does she like home economics ?" I inquired, confused.
"I dint say she didn't "like" cooking, I just said she couldn't cook. In fact, she loves to eat." Lita said knowingly.
I rolled my eyes. "she must have some other hobbies instead of eating, all the time."
Lita paused thoughtfully. "well she does – no I don't think that counts as a hobby." She said shaking her head.
"what ?" I asked desperately. "tell me ?"
she looked at me unsure. "well one of her hobbies is definitely eating but the other has to be sleeping."
For a minute I just starred at her, "oh come on. She has to do something ! read ?"
"I don't think she knows how to read !" she gasped, amused.
I glowered at her. "that's not funny."
"who said I was kidding ?" she replied, managing to keep a straight face this time. I shot her a warning look. That silenced her, surprisingly.
"well, if she doesn't cook, what does she do in her spare time ?" I asked.
"I already told you, she eats and sleeps and she likes to play games at the arcade." She replied, her voice was starting to get an edge of annoyance in it.
I sighed exasperatingly. "how can she be my girlfriend if we have nothing in common !" I hadn't meant to say it loud, but I obviously I had.
"well you know what Mina says ? 'opposites attract !'" she countered. I groaned and buried my face in my hands, in reply.
"well, since we are past that subject, do you have any gorgeous friends called Pete ?" she wanted to know.
I lifted my face up from my hands, "why ?" I asked. What could that possibly have to do with anything.
"well I met this gorgeous guy, on the way here and I mistook him for a . . . . ." she went on, but I tuned out after a while. Instead my eyes scanned the 'fast food'. It was pretty crowded today.
I wondered about Serena, lots of things about her didn't make sense. Like the flashback I had about her. Plus my apartment had nothing of hers or even a picture of us. It made me wonder exactly how long we had gone out. If we were going out then where were those memories ? why hadn't I gotten at least one flash back concerning us. The only one I had gotten, was when we were in the park, and that had been a confusing one. Now that I thought about it, Serena had looked different – also I hadn't called her Serena, I'd called her Serenity ? other than that there was the other one in which I had insulted her, plus we were at the arcade at that time, a public place. So why had Andrew lied about our arguing ? suddenly it dawned to me what I had to do. Of course ! why hadn't I thought of it before. It was the most obvious thing to do. I turned to tell Lita, but something caught my eye. I turned around and found myself looking out of the screen window of 'fast food' and at the front of 'kwik pick' the groceries store. And standing in front of it clutching a shopping bag was Serena talking to a red head. I gasped. Did she see us ?
I grabbed Lita from her stool and dashed to the other end of the restaurant, and pulled her down behind a potted tree. Once we were out of Serena's view, I turned to face Lita. She had a strange look on her face.
"what do you think, you are doing ?" she raised her eyebrows questioningly, and was about to get up from the floor.
I tugged her back down, "Serena's in front of the grocery store!" I hissed. "she could've seen us !"
Her eyes went wide. "she is !?" she shot off the floor again.
"Lita ? are you trying to get us seen or what ?" I grabbed her arm attempting to pull her back, behind the potted tree.
"why ? whats wrong if Serena saw us ?" she questioned, confused. "its not like we were doing anything we weren't meant to." Standing up next to the potted tree, in full view to Serena.
I didn't really know, how to answer that one. "well, did you tell her that you were meeting me here ?" I asked.
"hell no!" she gasped and dived back behind the tree.
*********************************Serena********************************* at night, in bed, after the dinner with her fathers boss . . . .
I sighed and pushed the duvet cover from on top of me to the carpeted floor of my room. It was unusually stuffy today. And it didn't help that I couldn't sleep. I starred at my ceiling trying to blank out my mind and sleep. It didn't work – because all I could think of was Darien and Lita. Technically, that wasn't true, because my mind was restless and it kept thinking of several things all at once. For example Darien and me, and our so – called relationship – that wasn't there. The little gadgets I had that were unexplainable, and the fact that my friends were hiding something from me, where did molly fit in, in everything ? and sailor moon.
I sighed again and turned my head to the side to stare out of my window, the window was steamed up from the heat.
I wished I'd just get my memory back, everything was such a mess of confusion right now. I couldn't help but feel useless. I was a prisoner of my own mind. My mind was right though, I cant keep accepting the vague answers I had received from my friends, I had to go looking on my own. But where could I look ? I glanced across my room at my closet. I was not going to get luna's litter box mixed up with something else again ! heaving myself up from my rumpled bed, I got up. Where was that cat anyway ? I hadn't seen her since the day she scratched me. I opened the closet door, her litter box was no longer there.
Despite the heat I felt a shiver creep up my spine, I had a weird feeling – like something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong.
'beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep' a muffled sound sounded, near my bed.
What was it ? I wondered, quietly approaching my bed. It was coming from my drawer, it wasn't loud enough for my parents to hear. But I couldn't help but glance at my bedroom door nervously. My parents were pretty protective over me, ever since the day I had come home. So I quickly pulled open the drawer and glanced inside the it.
It the little calculator – look – alike gadget. (A.N. the communicator) that's what was making the beeping sound. I slowly reached down and touched it. As soon as my hand made contact with the smooth metal I had another flash back.
~ (start of) FLASH BACK
I was like watching my body move, I had no control over it. It was the middle of the night and I was asleep but the beeping sound woke me up. I watched as I grabbed the drawer and pulled out the little gadget.
"Raye ? whats wrong ?" I heard myself say frantically, into the gadget.
"the temple, get to the temple – I've already told everyone else. Grandpa is in trouble ! get here as fast as you can !" Raye's unhappy voice floated from the metal square box.
"I'm there !" I replied. I watched as I grabbed something else from the drawer, it was the small brooch. I threw my hand up in the air. "moon crystal power"
I watched in amazement as I transformed yet again into sailor moon.
Then ran across the room to the window and pulled it open and jumped out easily.
~ (end of) FLASH BACK
I gasped, and starred down into the beeping gadget. i quickly switched it on.
"Everyone get to the mall, near Domino's pizza ! see you there !" came Amy voice, and then it was over. I starred at it in confusion. What was I supposed to do now ? in my flash back I was leaving, but …now ? how could I ? I was already confused as it was, but should I do what Amy had asked me to do ? I glanced at the open drawer, in there was the pen and the little brooch that was supposed to transform me. My glance darted from the little box gadget that had given me the message to the brooch inside my drawer. I knew what I had to do.
********************************Darien**********************************
I shot out of bed in surprise. My body was drenched in sweat, and the white sheets were sticking onto me. The weird bit was because I didn't know why. I searched my brain to any indication of a nightmare but I couldn't remember anything. I frowned. I hadn't had a good day. I glanced at the alarm clock, it was just before 2 a.m. in the morning. I groaned, what ever it was that had woken me up, was still in my mind …..somewhere. and I knew that I would not be able to sleep until I figured out why.
Suddenly an immense pain stabbed into my stomach and started spreading. I doubled over in pain and bit my lip to keep from screaming. What was going on ? what is happening to me ?
*~*~*~*~*~* I bet you think that she's going to go help her friends !! well, theres only one way to find out – and that is to wait till I get the next chapter up ! sorry it took so long to update, but I had my exams and I was pretty busy. But I promise that I'll update this as soon as I can – even if I have to stay up all night !
1.1 Chapter 13
*********************************Serena*********************************
Clutching the shopping bag firmly in my hand I walked out of the 'Kwik Pick'. The two figures of one of my best friends and the other of my boyfriend closely huddled together, Lita was laughing and Darien was leaning closer towards her, from across the table, they were seated at a table for two only a few steps away from me. They looked like they were having a good time.
I felt a pang, like I had just been slapped in the face. In a way I had been slapped – slapped by reality. Darien had called and cancelled saying he had other 'stuff' to do, Lita had left claiming she had her own 'stuff' to do and now that I thought about it; Lita's phone call was probably from Darien. Her guilty face floated through my mind.
'Fast Food' was directly in front of me. I could just step inside and accuse them. . . . Or I could just walk away. I stood there, frozen in my place; the picture of them huddled at the booth framed in my mind.
A sudden tap on my shoulder interrupted my pondering. "Excuse me. . . . Serena?" I turned around to face the voice. It was a pretty curly haired red head; she had a strong accent, and was about my height. And she looked vaguely familiar. I smiled at her politely. She squealed as soon as I faced her. Then jumped on me enveloping me in a bear hug and managing to hit me in the head with the box she was holding at the same time.
(Serena's P o v. my second day back home and I've already manage to fall and get hit on the head enough times to have my brain permanently damaged.)
She stepped back and looked at me, a grin lighting up her face. Whoever she was, she was definitely happy to see me. "Uhh. Hi!" I said unsure. She must have realized that I didn't know her because she slapped herself and laughed.
"Silly me! You don't remember me, do you? Because you got amnesia, well I'm Molly. One of your friends in school. I heard you came home last night, I went over to your house just now but your mum said you were here, so I decided to come here! Surprise!" she continued. "Well I missed you a lot Serena. And I hope you get your memory back. . . . . I'm really sorry." Her voice softened and tears started to fill up her eyes. "I thought I'd never see you again! And then – then I came to see you at the hospital everyday but – but. . . . but they wouldn't let me stay the night with you." She was sobbing now, tears streaming down her face freely. I have never seen someone's emotion change as quickly as Molly's did from happy to sad.
"oh Molly," I said my voice barely audible. Then I let the bag drop from my grip and wrapped her in a comforting hug. "I'm glad I have friends that care." I whispered. My own eyes were starting to fill up with unshed tears. She let out an unexpected laugh suddenly.
"you always were a cry baby ! I should have known better than to start bawling in public, specially in front of you !" she giggled, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. I looked around, sure enough a couple of people had gathered and some were giving us raised eyebrow looks. Ignoring them I picked up the bag I'd dropped.
"come on, we better get home and get this chicken in the kitchen." I said. She picked up her own box, which was white and had a white ribbon wrapped around it. She saw me looking and smiled.
"you'll see what it is as soon as you get home !" she winked and grabbed my arm, leading me out of the shopping center. Suddenly remembering what I had witnessed before the arrival of Molly, I glanced as casually as I could at the booth where Lita and Darien had been seated. The booth was now empty. I frowned, glancing around trying to spot where they had disappeared. But I found nothing. Had I imagined all of it ? giving the empty booth a final glance and trying to forget the whole 'Darien and Lita' thing I turned to Molly and tried to pay attention to what she was saying. But for the rest of the journey home, part of my brain was still conscious on the matter of Darien and Lita . . . . after all they had both lied to me. I may be willing to dismiss some things but how long could I keep pretending that nothing was wrong – how long was I going to keep accepting the limited amount of information my so-called friends were providing me. How long will it be until I started looking for answers for myself ? I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be very long, and in an uncanny way I was right.
*********************************Molly**********************************
I hadn't lied when I said that I had missed Serena, because I had. And I had visited her everyday. The truth was that as soon as I heard that she had come home yesterday I had wanted to go and see her then and there. But when I had called her mother, her mother had said she had already had friends over and that it would be best if I could come and see her today as she needed rest. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't been one of her friends to see her first. I had always been her best friend since kindergarten. But that was until earlier this school year. Then she had started going around with the other four girls. I hadn't minded, but I was aware that whenever I had joined in, or walked in, on the middle of their conversation they all went quiet. I also had a distinct feeling that Serena was keeping something from me. And it didn't help my state of mind that she always had to rush out on me without an explanation not to forget that sometimes she didn't even tell me where she was when she had 'forgotten' that she was supposed to have come over to my house.
In more than one way, you could say that I was jealous of her new friends, well not 'of' her friends but the part in which they shared 'secrets' that I obviously didn't know and wasn't included in. I had never told Serena I felt this way. I felt too embarrassed to bring it up, sometimes I started to but then chickened out. I didn't know any of them personally, except for Amy of course since we went to the same school. On the way home, I knew that Serena was only partly listening to me – or maybe not at all. But I chirped on anyway, not wanting there to be an awkward silence. Serena was very silent, she said almost nothing.
Sometimes I kidded myself thinking that she had a very good explanation for all this, like she was working undercover for the FBI or that she was riding the world of evil. But I always knew that deep down it was something more. . . . .
**********************************Darien********************************
I tried not to fall asleep as Serena's friend went on about one of her ex- boyfriends. I don't even know how we got into that subject. We were supposed to talk about my girlfriend not her ex's. and boy, she must have started dating since she was in her diapers either that or she had a different boyfriend for everyday of the week for the last three years. When she finally stopped to take a breather I butted in before she could go on.
"uhh, so . . . Serena ?" I said trying to think of something to say.
"oh yes, Serena. . . . . . what about her ?" she asked questioningly. I took a deep breath trying to keep myself from blowing up.
"well that's why we're here. You have to tell me about Serena." I replied through-greeted teeth.
"oh. . . . well um ok. What do you want to know ?" she asked.
"how about . . . . EVERYTHING ?? for gods sake Lila, I don't know 'anything' about her !" I said my patience slipping. Usually I was a pretty patient guy but I had my limits.
" its Lita!!!! And if you forgot, I'M the one doing YOU the favor here." She said aggravated.
"whatever, but if you ARE doing me the favor then can we please stick to the subject. I didn't ask for your boy friend history." I replied equally frustrated.
She opened her mouth to reply then snapped it shut. Then she sat down. I hadn't even realized we were standing. A few people near our booth were giving us pitying glances. I frowned and sat down myself.
"you ask me questions that I can answer, and I'll answer as best as I can." She hissed.
"fine," I replied. "tell me uhh . . . how old is she, her birthstone, school ?" I finished.
"ok, I can do that. Her birthday is on the 30th June, her birthstone is pearl. She's a cancer and her blood type's o. she's in the second year of junior high. Oh and she's fourteen years old." She responded.
I sat back, and starred at her in shock. "she's 'fourteen' ?" I repeated. Lita looked at me confused. She nodded. "fourteen ??" I couldn't believe it. I knew she was younger than me but – fourteen ? that was ridiculous. She was four years younger than me !
Lita raised her eyebrows at my dumbfounded expression. "I'm only giving you the facts." She retorted.
"fine," I murmured. "what else ? like her favourite subject in school, favourite food, colour ? and what she hates" I said trying to put away the fact that my girlfriend was so young.
"ahh that's a tough one, her favourite subject in school . . . . well I guess that would be home economics. She absolutely hates maths and English. She loves cake and ice cream, but despises carrots. Her favourite colours are pink and white." She said thoughtfully
I sighed. How could she hate maths ?? maths was very similar to physics, and physics was my favourite subject. So far we had absolutely nothing in common.
"so she cooks," I said trying to find a common ground.
"what ? heck no ! Serena – cook ?" she burst out laughing. She was laughing so hard she had tears flowing down her cheeks.
A few more people were shooting us peculiar looks. I couldn't blame them, one minute we were arguing and looking like we were ready to kill each other the next she was laughing so hard she had a hard time sitting up straight. "will you keep it down." I whispered, leaning closer towards her. She gasped trying to keep from laughing, but she didn't quite manage to stop the wide grin from spreading across her face.
"now, will you please explain your behavior," I said trying to keep my voice light. Her bottom lip quivered lightly and another tear fell down her cheek, she was trying to keep a straight face, but not succeeding. She opened her mouth to reply but instead burst out laughing again. I sat back on my seat sighing, this was going to take a while.
When she finally managed to regain her posture, she replied. "well uhh, I don't want to burst your bubble, but Serena cant cook to save her life ! the last time she tried to make toast she set the kitchen on fire !" then she resumed to continue laughing.
"Lita ! people are looking, get yourself together !" I hissed.
"ohh what ? oh Kay." She replied, wiping her tears.
"if she doesn't like cooking, then why does she like home economics ?" I inquired, confused.
"I dint say she didn't "like" cooking, I just said she couldn't cook. In fact, she loves to eat." Lita said knowingly.
I rolled my eyes. "she must have some other hobbies instead of eating, all the time."
Lita paused thoughtfully. "well she does – no I don't think that counts as a hobby." She said shaking her head.
"what ?" I asked desperately. "tell me ?"
she looked at me unsure. "well one of her hobbies is definitely eating but the other has to be sleeping."
For a minute I just starred at her, "oh come on. She has to do something ! read ?"
"I don't think she knows how to read !" she gasped, amused.
I glowered at her. "that's not funny."
"who said I was kidding ?" she replied, managing to keep a straight face this time. I shot her a warning look. That silenced her, surprisingly.
"well, if she doesn't cook, what does she do in her spare time ?" I asked.
"I already told you, she eats and sleeps and she likes to play games at the arcade." She replied, her voice was starting to get an edge of annoyance in it.
I sighed exasperatingly. "how can she be my girlfriend if we have nothing in common !" I hadn't meant to say it loud, but I obviously I had.
"well you know what Mina says ? 'opposites attract !'" she countered. I groaned and buried my face in my hands, in reply.
"well, since we are past that subject, do you have any gorgeous friends called Pete ?" she wanted to know.
I lifted my face up from my hands, "why ?" I asked. What could that possibly have to do with anything.
"well I met this gorgeous guy, on the way here and I mistook him for a . . . . ." she went on, but I tuned out after a while. Instead my eyes scanned the 'fast food'. It was pretty crowded today.
I wondered about Serena, lots of things about her didn't make sense. Like the flashback I had about her. Plus my apartment had nothing of hers or even a picture of us. It made me wonder exactly how long we had gone out. If we were going out then where were those memories ? why hadn't I gotten at least one flash back concerning us. The only one I had gotten, was when we were in the park, and that had been a confusing one. Now that I thought about it, Serena had looked different – also I hadn't called her Serena, I'd called her Serenity ? other than that there was the other one in which I had insulted her, plus we were at the arcade at that time, a public place. So why had Andrew lied about our arguing ? suddenly it dawned to me what I had to do. Of course ! why hadn't I thought of it before. It was the most obvious thing to do. I turned to tell Lita, but something caught my eye. I turned around and found myself looking out of the screen window of 'fast food' and at the front of 'kwik pick' the groceries store. And standing in front of it clutching a shopping bag was Serena talking to a red head. I gasped. Did she see us ?
I grabbed Lita from her stool and dashed to the other end of the restaurant, and pulled her down behind a potted tree. Once we were out of Serena's view, I turned to face Lita. She had a strange look on her face.
"what do you think, you are doing ?" she raised her eyebrows questioningly, and was about to get up from the floor.
I tugged her back down, "Serena's in front of the grocery store!" I hissed. "she could've seen us !"
Her eyes went wide. "she is !?" she shot off the floor again.
"Lita ? are you trying to get us seen or what ?" I grabbed her arm attempting to pull her back, behind the potted tree.
"why ? whats wrong if Serena saw us ?" she questioned, confused. "its not like we were doing anything we weren't meant to." Standing up next to the potted tree, in full view to Serena.
I didn't really know, how to answer that one. "well, did you tell her that you were meeting me here ?" I asked.
"hell no!" she gasped and dived back behind the tree.
*********************************Serena********************************* at night, in bed, after the dinner with her fathers boss . . . .
I sighed and pushed the duvet cover from on top of me to the carpeted floor of my room. It was unusually stuffy today. And it didn't help that I couldn't sleep. I starred at my ceiling trying to blank out my mind and sleep. It didn't work – because all I could think of was Darien and Lita. Technically, that wasn't true, because my mind was restless and it kept thinking of several things all at once. For example Darien and me, and our so – called relationship – that wasn't there. The little gadgets I had that were unexplainable, and the fact that my friends were hiding something from me, where did molly fit in, in everything ? and sailor moon.
I sighed again and turned my head to the side to stare out of my window, the window was steamed up from the heat.
I wished I'd just get my memory back, everything was such a mess of confusion right now. I couldn't help but feel useless. I was a prisoner of my own mind. My mind was right though, I cant keep accepting the vague answers I had received from my friends, I had to go looking on my own. But where could I look ? I glanced across my room at my closet. I was not going to get luna's litter box mixed up with something else again ! heaving myself up from my rumpled bed, I got up. Where was that cat anyway ? I hadn't seen her since the day she scratched me. I opened the closet door, her litter box was no longer there.
Despite the heat I felt a shiver creep up my spine, I had a weird feeling – like something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong.
'beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep' a muffled sound sounded, near my bed.
What was it ? I wondered, quietly approaching my bed. It was coming from my drawer, it wasn't loud enough for my parents to hear. But I couldn't help but glance at my bedroom door nervously. My parents were pretty protective over me, ever since the day I had come home. So I quickly pulled open the drawer and glanced inside the it.
It the little calculator – look – alike gadget. (A.N. the communicator) that's what was making the beeping sound. I slowly reached down and touched it. As soon as my hand made contact with the smooth metal I had another flash back.
~ (start of) FLASH BACK
I was like watching my body move, I had no control over it. It was the middle of the night and I was asleep but the beeping sound woke me up. I watched as I grabbed the drawer and pulled out the little gadget.
"Raye ? whats wrong ?" I heard myself say frantically, into the gadget.
"the temple, get to the temple – I've already told everyone else. Grandpa is in trouble ! get here as fast as you can !" Raye's unhappy voice floated from the metal square box.
"I'm there !" I replied. I watched as I grabbed something else from the drawer, it was the small brooch. I threw my hand up in the air. "moon crystal power"
I watched in amazement as I transformed yet again into sailor moon.
Then ran across the room to the window and pulled it open and jumped out easily.
~ (end of) FLASH BACK
I gasped, and starred down into the beeping gadget. i quickly switched it on.
"Everyone get to the mall, near Domino's pizza ! see you there !" came Amy voice, and then it was over. I starred at it in confusion. What was I supposed to do now ? in my flash back I was leaving, but …now ? how could I ? I was already confused as it was, but should I do what Amy had asked me to do ? I glanced at the open drawer, in there was the pen and the little brooch that was supposed to transform me. My glance darted from the little box gadget that had given me the message to the brooch inside my drawer. I knew what I had to do.
********************************Darien**********************************
I shot out of bed in surprise. My body was drenched in sweat, and the white sheets were sticking onto me. The weird bit was because I didn't know why. I searched my brain to any indication of a nightmare but I couldn't remember anything. I frowned. I hadn't had a good day. I glanced at the alarm clock, it was just before 2 a.m. in the morning. I groaned, what ever it was that had woken me up, was still in my mind …..somewhere. and I knew that I would not be able to sleep until I figured out why.
Suddenly an immense pain stabbed into my stomach and started spreading. I doubled over in pain and bit my lip to keep from screaming. What was going on ? what is happening to me ?
*~*~*~*~*~* I bet you think that she's going to go help her friends !! well, theres only one way to find out – and that is to wait till I get the next chapter up ! sorry it took so long to update, but I had my exams and I was pretty busy. But I promise that I'll update this as soon as I can – even if I have to stay up all night !
