"And that look on her face was priceless!" Serenity laughed, "man it makes me wish I was a photographer!" The night after the little fiasco had gone off without a hitch, well Beryl had tripped and ripped her dress up horribly. Too bad it was a designer dress that was extremely expensive and absolutely couldn't be replaced. It was so satisfying! ... Hey.. who do you think was the one who stuck his foot out to trip her in the first place? Heh Heh.. I was still annoyed thought. Extremely annoyed at that witch Beryl. She had messed with one of my friends, called my best friend a downright whor- er.. woman of the night. Serenity the sweetest, most compassionate, most beautiful person ever! I was very protective of my friends reputation, I didn't want to see Serenity hurt. I was afraid that perhaps this laughter on the outside was hiding actual pain at Beryl's harsh words.
"Sere.. aren't you even the least bit insulted?" I asked quietly, touching her arm gently. Serenity looked at me and loud a sigh before speaking.
"Endymion, you can't let jealousy, whether yours or someone elses, affect you," She said simply. There was a strange look in her eyes that suggested she was trying to hint at something? But I was probably imagining it, perhaps it was just that I was correct and the words really had hurt. Who ever said that words could never hurt one was an idiot. A real idiot.
"So maybe I was dying inside, but outwardly I had to laugh, " she paused, "besides if one laughs it annoys the hell out of the person who is trying to annoy one." I managed half a smile. We drove though the quiet hills up to her house. We had silently agreed to let me spend the night there as there were probably ten billion reporters waiting at my house to figure out what kind of underwear I wore, boxers or briefs. Serenity sipped at a glass of water and stared reflectively out a window.
"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked, she jumped, surprised at the sudden noise and spun around. She grinned and held out her hand. I blinked. What did she want?
"Where's my penny?" she asked, her palm still outstretched. I reached into my pocket but found nothing, other pocket, only lint. I tried every pocket and not a single penny. Serenity watched this in interest before shrugging.
" Guess you don't get to know what I was thinking about." she said with a laugh. I glared. At least I knew how to get back at her. I had been planning a certain joke on her. Not really joke, more of a slight trick, it required a great skill for acting like a two year old and whining. I grinned maliciously.
The limo quietly pulled up to her house and I got out yawning. Serenity stared at me from the car as I dragged my tired body up her stairs and into her bedroom. I could tell she was following me in a mild curiosity. I passed the fireplace, passed the couch, passed the small trunk, passed the closet and crawled onto her bed, tux and all. She glared at me from the doorway.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her hand placed on her hip in annoyance.
"Serena.." I whined like a two year old, "I'm tired! I sleep now!"
"There are ten other bedrooms in this house, eight of which have a bed or futon in them, why.. oh why did you choose MY bedroom?" she asked in frustration, walking over and trying to pull me out of her bed. A woman who is around 5'7" cannot move a 6'2" man. She didn't seem to remember this concept. She gave up.
"out!" she cried as a final try.
"But your bed is the most comfortable!" I cried in a pathetic voice, my head buried in a soft goose feather pillow. "Oh fine you big baby, I'll sleep in another room." She said gently, patting my arm softly and walking out, " goodnight and sweet dreams Darien." After the door was closed, I rolled over and my head landed on a spot between the pillows, right onto a very hard object.
"Yeesh," I mumbled, "most girls have stuffed animals on their beds, she's the only one who has to have a freakin brick in her bed." I picked up the offending object and almost tossed it over my shoulder before I realized it was a book, more importantly a diary, and even more importantly, a diary without a lock. I wonder what she has to write in it. Honestly, I know everything about her don't I? Why would I need to read the diary? Although.... she is a very secretive person. I opened it to the middle. Maybe I'll just read a little bit.
"So this is what unrequited love feels like diary. So painful. It is odd how one can put up the façade of being happy and content when one yearns so badly for something she can't have. I love him so much.." WHAAAATT?!?!?! Serenity was in love? Unrequited love? And she didn't tell me?! Who was the lucky guy? I felt almost.. jealous? I shook my head in annoyance, there was no way that I could be jealous, she was only a friend after all. Must be something akin to brotherly protection. I went to the top to get more info on the guy who stole my best friends heart. Was he worth her consideration? What if he was just some ignorant jerk who didn't even know she loved him? I'd have to beat him up, or kick him in the shins. How could he NOT notice a girl like Serenity in love with him? The heel! The fool!!
"I wish I could tell you my true feelings.... Endymion.."