title: who knew?
Chapter 1:
Serenity was beautiful. It wasn't the super model kind of beautiful, where you'd think that the girl needed to eat something bigger than half of a celery stick, it was the kind of beautiful that made people turn heads, and in the case of males, lower their jaws and start to drool. Her eyes were a deep blue green, surrounded by thick long black lashes. She had high cheekbones, smooth silky skin, and perfect teeth. Serenity's hair was a silvery blond that shimmered in even the meekest of light. She was petite, with unbelievably long shapely legs. Luckily enough, I got to call myself her best friend.
I hadn't seen her for a couple of months; I had been off in Europe selling my latest CD. It had been a real hit, soon it would hit all the shops in America. Slightly awing when one goes into a shop and sees their face plastered on posters. The day after I got back I had set up a lunch date with Sere, in a restaurant in Downtown L.A. It was good be back in California after so long. I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a while just to drink in the scene. In front of me was a giant Christmas tree, with gorgeous glass bulbs hanging delicately from it. There were giant boughs of greenery pinned up upon the buildings, as well as the green boughs crawling up the old-fashioned style lamps. The restaurant was on the ground level of a nice building in the downtown area, right across the small sidewalk was the store Tiffany's, where a man wearing an arrogant purple top hat and a tux stood stiffly and opened the door for the Christmas shoppers. Within all the hustle and bustle around this area, Serenity lived up to her name, she was sitting quietly, a dreamy look on her face.
There was a quartet of carolers standing in front of her, singing, "We wish you a merry Christmas." She was wearing a black skirt with a dark lavender shirt on, simple shoes and her hair done up in a bun. Her eyes were bright in happiness and she was staring at the menu intently, not noticing the many men gazing dreamily at her as they passed by, with their wives/girlfriends gazing angrily at them before dragging them along. Damn I had an oblivious friend. I quickly walked over, hopped neatly over the guard rail and took off my dark sunglasses. Serenity finally looked up, her face brightened considerably and she jumped up and hugged me.
"DARIEN!" She cried snuggling. I laughed and spun her around delicately.
"Hey there Sere." We had special names for each other, mine not only as a pet name, but served the purpose so that people would have less of a chance of discovering I was a famous celebrity. I was known as Endymion to the masses, Darien to Serenity. I had given her strict orders to scream out my name just incase some insane adolecent girl had recognized me.
"You're so late! I'm starved! Lets eat!" She scolded lightly before flopping into her chair with a thud, and picking up her menu eagerly. I sighed dramatically.
"Ah yes, I forgot that best friends play second fiddle to your stomach." I said, sitting down disgruntled. She only smiled as if she had something up her sleeve.
"Hey Endy.. I saw you in the paper the other day..." She started playfully. I groaned of course. It would be that. She just HAD to remind me about my new status as top bachelor in the world. I hated it. It was a curse. As much as men dream of women throwing themselves at them, it is horrible when it actually happens to a person. Most eying me as if I were a slab of prize meat at the store, it was very uncomfortable. That disgusted me, and furthered my opinion that women were brainless flirting bimbos.. that is, if it weren't for Serenity. She was the exception to the rule, smart, witty Serenity.
"You dare bring that article up in my presence today and I shall dump all contents on my plate onto your lap." I retorted, she merely giggled.
"I have no fear of that as currently you have nothing on your plate," she interrupted, " imagine, being best friends with the man with 'stunningly deep blue eyes, and gorgeous black hair one just wants to run their fingers through..' I wonder if it really is that fun to run my fingers through your hair.. tell me Endy, do you enjoy washing your hair just to feel those luscious locks?" She asked playfully. I glared at her with all the annoyance I could muster. That damned innocent face of hers was too disarming though, and I soon lost my famous glare and managed a small smile.
"You should know what my hair feels like after all those years of dumping sand into it." I mumbled, staring at my menu, trying to burn a hole through it.
"I do believe good sir," she paused, "that is was YOU who dumped sand into MY lovely hair when we were younger, not the other way around. I still refuse to forgive you for the worm that was found amongst the dirt you brute. And I'd like the fettuccine alfredo and a side salad with blue cheese dressing please." The last part was directed at the waiter, I quickly gave my own order and went back to our argument.
"Thank god you're a girl who isn't afraid of a product that comes from a cow." I told her, Serenity laughed.
"Its good to see you Endy. I missed you while you were away in Europe.."
"I missed you too Sere, I'm glad to be back." I responded, taking a sip of my coffee.
"So Endy, I also read that Beryl was mentioning a certain engagement of hers to a new guy.. " Sere said in a singsong voice. I rolled my eyes. Beryl. Now there was a name I never wanted to hear again for as long as I lived. I had met her at some Holly Wood party that a friend had dragged me to. Beryl was beautiful and alluring, with her red hair and seductive green eyes. She almost seemed to beckon to me from across the room of the party with those eyes. I introduced myself and had hit it off remarkably well. We dated a couple of times after that. It was just a casual thing to me. I have no intention of being in a relationship, one would be crazy to start one when he or she is in the spotlight of the entire world. Most relationships don't work out, and if the person had any decency at all, they would keep their family from the media. Anyways, I had really liked Beryl, almost thought I could love her, but that was before the mishap that proved Serenity's theory that she was a cold calculating fortune seeker. The red haired beauty had 'exclusively' given a story to every newspaper she could think of, on 'engagement' between myself and her. It was a horrible experience that left me the bitter resentment towards females I have now.
"Are you trying to upset me by bringing up all unpleasant information dealing with my life Serenity?" I growled. Again she only smiled innocently.
"Only because you're so cute when your eyes are dark and dangerous. That look really works for you Endy. That's probably why so many women buy your CD." She answered perfectly calmly, taking a sip from her hot chocolate. I nearly laughed.
"So I now have no ability to sing and people only buy my music to stare into my dreamy eyes?" I questioned, asking if that was what she was implying. Serenity nodded.
"That's why I have them of course."
"Nay fair lady, you own them because my company happens to send them to you, for some reason beyond my logic."
"They make great shooting targets." She offered, I laughed. Serenity was probably the only person in this world who could make me laugh. Suddenly. Click click click.
"OH MY GOD ITS ENDYMION!" was shouted across the square. I groaned and stood up, shoving on my shades.
"Come on Sere, it looks like lunch has been called off." I yelled before grabbing her hand, tossing a few bills onto the table, jumping over the rail and running for dear life towards my car.
"I had nearly forgotten about how I got my exercise to burn off all those calories from crème!" Serenity panted as we jumped into my car and sped down the street. I glared at the street.
"Sometimes I hate being famous. " I shouted, stopping for a red light.
"You need to settle down, get a girl, start a family." Serenity suggested. I laughed out loud.
"And who on this earth would ever marry me for me Serenity? There isn't anyone out there who would love me for Endymion the person, not Endymion the star." I roared, pounding the wheel with my fist. Serenity jumped in fright and stared at me with something equivalent in hurt in her eyes. I didn't have enough time to think about it, as the light turned green.
The car was in a tense quiet after my outburst, and I was feeling sore and frustrated about it. She was supposed to say something comforting wasn't she? Wasn't that her job? I drove to her home in Beverly Hills, or as she called it Heverly Bills, and pulled up to her house. Serenity opened the door.
"By the way.." I started, "I have to go to this movie premier thing and I was hoping you'd be my date.. its at the Chinese Theater, so wear something worthy of the red carpet.. will you do that for me?" I asked pleadingly, looking at her with giant puppy eyes, I even managed to make my lower lip tremble. Serenity laughed quietly before nodding.
"I'd be honored, who knows what the tabloids will come up with after that right? I'm excited!" she said without a bit of malice or sarcasm in her voice. I smiled gratefully. What I didn't know was that this premier would be the beginning of the end of something extremely important to me, but the start of something even more special.
Okay.. I totally SUCK at a male point of view. I can't help it I'm a freakin female. that means I don't know how men think. Please review and tell me if i should continue this or just press delete. *laughs* thanks!