Ghost Stories
Authors notes: In case none of you know, I am really happy with the way you've all reacted to my story. It's not the best that I've written, but I'm glad (okay extremely happy...REALLY happy) that you guys like it. This chapter deals with...a drunken stupor-well, maybe not really, but it will have some embarrassing parts. See ya! Have fun!
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"You're not going to make me rub your feet, are you?"
"Oh, I didn't think of that!" Darien groaned. "But...no, I don't think I will. Your hands are probably dirty, and my feet are ticklish."
"Oh, they are, are they?"
Serena's eyes widened, she got up, and said, "Crap! Oh, no you don't," and ran around the room with Darien not far behind. She was backed into the wall and was laughing and breathing very hard.
"Okay, Darien, you can stop now. I don't particularly LIKE being tickled."
"Ooo. Then it's more fun."
"For you, not for me. Now, go get me a soda."
"Alright," he said and slouched off.
"What did you call me?"
"Uh, nothing."
"My point exactly. What do you say?"
"Yes, your majesty..."
Whilst Darien was in the bathroom for a few minutes (unbeknownst to Serena, to get away from calling her 'your majesty') Serena went into the refrigerator and got out the wine she had discovered last night after Darien went back to sleep and Andrew had stopped making pig noises while he was awake. He snored horribly, and you could hear him over the heater.
Serena had uncorked the bottle last night, so she took a swig of it, rather hurriedly. Darien made no signs of exiting the toilet room, so she took another swig and put it back.
Two minutes later, Darien came out, and Serena said, "How long does it take for you to go? That was about 5 minutes."
Darien glared at her, but sat down and started to read. He was interrupted when he heard Serena giggling loudly.
"What's so funny?"
Serena made no reply, and kept on giggling. Darien's goal in life was to become the worlds best doctor. He had studied hard in his short 18 years of life, but had never expected to be called upon to act before he got out of college.
He watched Serna very carefully over the next three loooong minutes. She was giggly, had a red face, and looked dizzy.
"Are you sick?"
"That's 'Are you sick, your majesty?'"
Darien got up and walked over to Serena. He put his hand to her forehead, and surprisingly, she didn't object. Her head felt warm, and her face wasn't going back to normal very quickly.
"Serena, have you eaten anything today?"
"Jus those crackers for breakfast. Ya know I eat like a bird."
Darien was trying to suppress a laugh, and couldn't help but to smile. He got up and went to the refrigerator and looked through it.
He saw the bottle of wine.
"Oh no. No. No, he wouldn't...Yes, he would...ANDREW!!"
"Looks like you found it. My little surprise."
"If that stupid t.v. still worked, I would make you take a look at what you did to Serena."
"I didn't make her drink it, she's a curious little girl."
"Curious my butt! It's called temptation, and you put it there! She's gonna be sick and it's your fault! What if she spills the beans about something I'm not supposed to know? She's gonna want to know tomorrow morning...That's when it should be all over. That also depends on how much she drank."
"Well go get the bottle."
Darien got the bottle and saw that only two inches were gone. She must not know how to drink. He had no time to remind himself to teach Serena about the art of drinking wine, he was too busy being angry at Andrew.
"Andrew, do you know how much trouble I'm going to be in tonight?"
"No. And why, may I ask are you going to be in trouble tonight?"
"Because when we sit down to dinner, she's gonna want some." That wasn't the full reason, however, because he was formulating a plan in his head. Darien wasn't the expert on romance, but he had seen enough sappy movies to know what NOT to do. He was going to set up dinner, and then take the opportunity of her being sick, to be nice to her. He was going to set out candles, actually use silverware, and put the food on real plates, not the plastic covered styrofoam.
"Well, you'll just be a man and say no."
"Serena is a very...captivating girl, and-"
"Well, she'd have to be, if she's captivated you."
"Oh, go away!" Darien was rather annoyed. He was going to have to keep Serena away from the wine, and be nice to her at the same time.
Serena was trying to sleep on the floor, and she was having a hard time, what with the headache she was getting from all the noise. She was not drunk, but she had a hard time trying to clarify everything they were saying. Darien was yelling at Andrew, and they were saying something about dinner and tonight. WELL, she'd give THEM dinner.
~ ~ Ten hours later ~ ~
"Hey, Serena, will you come out of there? It's time for dinner."
*Will I come out of here? Well, you'll see coming out of here. I'll give you a dinner to remember...*
Serena was wearing very short shorts, a low-cut, red and orange v-neck shirt. She was wearig her hair in a half-bun, half-ponytail, and she had no shoes on.
"I'm not Serena, slave," she said, and smiled.
Darien almost dropped a plate. He started to stare at Serena, but quickly looked down and put the plate on the makeshift table of suitcases. He got the rest of the food out, but when Serena opened the refrigerator, he gently moved her away and told her to sit down.
"The slave does not tell her majesty to sit down."
"Well, I'm sorry, 'your highness', but I said I was getting dinner tonight, and your not supposed to help."
"Her majesty wants that good stuff in the refrigerator."
"Nope. You can't have that. You're too young to have that."
"You're talking to me like I'm a kid. Well, I'm not a kid. I am her majesty, Queen Serena Bunny Tsukino, and I want that stuff."
Darien tried to hide a smile, but couldn't. His smile widened into a grin, and he brushed the hair out of his eyes. What was he going to do if Serena got mad and tried to go get it..."Well, the beverage for tonight is going to be green tea. So none of that stuff."
"Can I have it ever," she whined.
"Probably not. But you never know." I might have to use it once or twice.
Serena started to eat, when Darien said he had to use the restroom.
"Why can't you guys ever go BEFORE dinner? It makes no sense to me."
Darien said nothing, but opened the refrigerator, took the bottle out, and went to the bathroom.
But for the moment, Serena's mind wasn't on the wine. She wanted to light a candle. So she opened the extra space and got some candles that Andrew had left there in case of an emergency. She found a lighter next to them, so she got the candles, their bases, and the lighter and set them up on their 'table'.
When Darien came out, Serena was blowing out and relighting the candles.
"Serena! Where did you get those?!"
"From the storage closet. I wanted to light a candle. I can make shadows on the wall."
"You can do that with a flashlight, Serena. Now, no more relighting the candles. Just leave them lit." He thought that it made the situation more special. He didn't know if he should do any of this, but he thought he could at least try. And if nothing worked out, she wouldn't remember any of it.
Serena was more sober than he thought, however, and she had control over the thinking process of her mind. She was going to make Darien putty in her hands. She was going to MAKE Darien like her.
She continued to eat, and stare at the flame. Actually she was staring at him, but that's the way he saw it. He poured the tea, and started to eat when Serena asked, "Darien, why do you make fun of me?"
"Because I think it's fun. I know you don't like it, but it's actually the highlight of my day."
"Huh. Funny, really. Me being the highlight of YOUR day. Why is that?"
"Well, uh...Because you're actually kind of cute when you're mad."
Serena coughed. She hadn't expected him to say something like that. Maybe he enjoyed making fun of her because he liked her. That's what her mom said guys always did when they liked you. Maybe Darien hasn't matured yet from that stage.
"You okay, Serena?"
"Y-Yes. I'm fine...This is good spaghetti. I haven't ever had spaghetti on a table of suitcases and wax candles. It's actually a new experience for me."
"Hm...Um..Serena, do you like being drunk?"
"I am NOT drunk...I think," Serena said, angrily. She wanted him to think that she was drunk, so if she did anything stupid, he would think it was the alcohol.
"Okay, okay. So, you're not drunk..Y-You're right. This is some good spaghetti." Darien sat quietly, eating his dinner and wondering how to say something politely to her. Much to his suprise, she was the first one to say something.
"Darien, you're not such a bad person once someone can get close enough to talk to you. Is Andrew your only friend? I though that being the, uh, type of person you are, you would have more friends."
"I suppose I'm very anti-social. I don't like talking to many people. The people to whom I do talk to get me into situations like this one...But I suppose that was a compliment, so, thank you."
Serena frowned, but started to eat again. "You're not much of a conversationalist."
"I suppose I'm not."
Serena frowned again, and thought that she should try something now, and not wait until later. She scooted over closer to him, and kept eating.
It was rather amazing how embarrassed one person could get and keep it to himself. The only thing that showed he WAS embarrassed was his face. He kept it low and it had a tinge of pink.
Serena had a piece of spaghetti hanging out of her mouth, and was looking at him.
*What is she doing? She's freaking me out. This is not natural for her to get so close. Well, I'll freak her out.*
Darien got up and got a glass of wine for himself, and drank it. Serena watched him drink and swallow it. She frowned and walked slowly over to him. She grabbed at the bottle, and he pulled it away from her.
"I want some," she whined.
"Well, you can't have any."
She grabbed at it again, and he nudged her away. "But I want some."
"Well, you can't have any."
Serena walked over to the door, sat by it, and glared at him for a few minutes. She then got up again, and before he could do anything, she grabbed the bottle. she opened it, and drank a big gulp.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm getting a drink. what does it look like I'm doing?"
"You know you're going to be sick later."
"No-ho I won't. I'll be fine. Ooh." She swallowed a little too quickly, so she sat down by the 'table', and held on to the bottle.
"Serena, give me the bottle."
"Say please."
"Will you please give me the bottle, your highness?"
"No."
Darien got up, and started to wrestle with her for the bottle. Luckily for the both of them, it was closed, and it didn't pop open in their face.
"Let_go_of_me, Darien! Let go!"
"Not until you give me the bottle."
Serena held on to the bottle, and kept still. It was rather...nice to be in his arms. And what muscles he had, under that stupid jacket he always wore, you would never know he had any. But they were there, and Serena kind of liked it.
Darien was getting the same kind of feeling, but it was the other way around. He liked holding Serena. She was tiny, but she wasn't frail. She was a tough little bugger, and he shouldn't underestimate her ever again. He felt the air in the room growing tense, so he let her go, and started to clean the dishes.
Serena put the food away, and reluctantly put the bottle back.
She cleared the room, and dragged out the sleeping bags.
"Going to sleep so soon?"
"No, I just felt like sitting on something soft."
Darien got the strange urge to tell her to sit in his lap. But he'd save that for later.
"Hey, Serena. After lights out, do you want to tell ghost stories?"
"You mean like really creepy, bloody, gory, scary stuff?"
"Uh...sure." Darien had no idea what Serena had in mind, or if she had anything in mind. He just knew that he was going to make her laugh with his ghost stories. He hadn't really known any, so he'd make some up while they were getting ready.
They made themselves comfortable for about two and a half hours, in separate parts of the room. When it was time for lights out, Serena got in her sleeping bag and grabbed her flashlight. It was rather big, so she turned it upside down on the floor, so as not to attract attention from Andrew.
"Do you want to tell the first one, Darien?"
"Just let me get into my sleeping bag, and then I'll tell all the ghost stories you want. I'm going to take my flashlight out too. It'll make it look like a campfire."
"Can I make smores?!"
"No, Serena. You just ate dinner."
"Not just. I had it two and a half hours ago. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. They're out there getting ice cream, and you won't let me have anything..."
Darien sat up and relented. "Did you hear them last night? What kind did they end up eating?"
"Mint chocolate chip, and vanilla caramel." Serena's mouth was watering...
Darien wasn't doin too well either. He LOVED vanilla caramel (PLEASE, anyone...tell me that there is such a thing a vanilla caramel ice cream!!). The next thing he knew was Serena was falling into his lap. Whether it was on purpose or her own fault, he didn't know. But she didn't feel like moving, so he let her stay there.
"Here's you're smore," she said, put it in his hand, and smiled up at him.
Darien realized something then. "Hey, Serena. Your hair's not up in the buns." It wasn't indeed. It was in one looong braid. "I-It looks good like that."
"Oh...thanks, Darien," she said, and smiled again.
He'd have to do something to get her to stop smiling, it wasn't good on his heart. It was speeding up, and at his age, normal people's hearts didn't do that...or so he thought.
"You gonna start the story, Darien?"
Darien took this opportunity to make her sit as close as possible. He told a really scary one that Andrew had made up to keep him out of the ice cream. It never worked, but it was scary just the same. Serena squished up, and said that it was her turn for a creepy one.
"There once was a little boy who couldn't go to sleep at night. He kept hearing things in his house...right down the hall. He got out of bed and went into his parents room and asked them to go look and see what it was with him. They got out of bed, but he made them stop off and get his sister to come too. They all heard the sound getting louder, and louder...It was coming from the bathroom. They all creeped into the bathroom, and looked into the toilet. There were two ants on a piece of poop singing, 'When the log rolls over, we will all be dead.'...The End."
Darien started to snigger. That was Serena's scary story? Apparently she was thinking the same thing, and she started to laugh. Darien joined her, but they were rudely interrupted by Andrew coming on the loudspeaker.
"What are you two doing? It's time for sleep!"
"Just because the lights are out, it doesn't mean we have to go to sleep, Andrew. Why are you up? What flavor is it this time? Rocky road, or cherry swirl?"
"Neither. It's marshmellow chocolate. (AN: You can really only taste the chocolate.) You two need to go to sleep."
"You stuck us in here, so were gonna make the best of it if we can. You are intruding upon our private ghost story telling session, please leave."
"Oh, I see how it is. I'll leave you two to...whatever you plan on doing."
"Andrew, you are a sick, dirty-"
"Darien, just leave him alone. It's your turn to tell the next story."
Darien smiled, and said to Andrew, "You may leave now. Her highness commands it, and so does her humble servant."
Andrew laughed and left them alone, only to be swamped by four eager girls wanting to know what was going on in there.
"What should I tell you? A scary one?"
"Sure." Serena was planning on making Darien squeamish so that he would turn red. She liked it when he turned red...he looked so cute. She was going to take her life into her hands and let Darien kiss her...more like MAKE him kiss her. She paid no attention to what Darien's story was, but when she assumed it was the scary part, she snuggled into his lap a bit further.
It turned out that that was the scary part of the story, so Darien asked, "Am I scaring you? Should I stop?"
"Oh, no, you're not scaring me one bit...Keep going."
"Are you sure? Because I don't have to keep going."
"No, no, you go ahead and keep telling it."
"Are you even listening to what I'm saying, or are you thinking of something else?"
"Actually, I was thinking of something else. Can we have another smore? Please?"
Darien sighed and said, "Why not." Darien gave Serena a nudge, and she got up.
When she was making the smores by the refrigerator light, she said to Darien, "Those are...interesting, uh...pajamas you've got...I've never heard of a guy who wore blue spotted p.j's..."
"I like my night clothes. They give me character. Besides, you're wearing bunny shorts and a bunny t-shirt."
"Do you want to wear them? They'd give you more character than you could imagine."
"And look like an idiot? I don't think so. I don't want to ruin my reputation by wearing girly clothes and especially pink ones."
Serena laughed, and started to bring the plate of smores over. She had also sneaked the bottle out of the refrigerator, so it made her stomach bulge.
"What is in your shirt, Serena? Did you take that thing out again?"
Serena didn't answer. What happened next wasn't planned, but it worked to both of their advantages. Serena tripped, and fell face forward into his lap. Darien leaned forward to help her up, and (this was her fault) she leaned up and kissed him. Darien fell backwards, carrying Serena with him. She squirmed off of him, and ran to the bathroom.
Whilst she was in there with the bottle, she was thinking to herself. Very subtle, Serena old girl. Now he probably thinks you're an idiot. She took a couple of swigs, and put the bottle down. I wonder if Andrew paid a lot of money for this...Maybe if I dumped it out he would leave Darien and I alone...Serena took one last swig, and dumped it out into the toilet. She brought the bottle back out, and put it in Darien's hands. She then got into her sleeping bag, and tried to go to sleep.
Darien sat, still stunned with the bottle in his hand, and his mouth wide open. He shook the bottle, and wondered in slight horror if she had drunk the rest of it, which would have been quite a significant amount for someone so tiny.
"Hey, Serena," he said gently and quietly. "Serena, did you drink the rest of the bottle?"
"Are you worried that you won't get any more? You want more, don't you? I'm not surprised. It was awfully tasty," she said, sitting up and looking at him in the dark. She turned off her flashlight, and turned over.
"No, that's not it. But if you did drink the rest, you could be really sick. And I don't think you'll like how you feel."
"I know all about hangovers. I don't know personally, but I've had to take six billion years of D.A.R.E., and I should know it by now. Plus, may I remind you, I got a C+ in first aid."
"Well, I am studying to be a doctor, and I say that you are going to be really miserable tomorrow."
"Don't be a mister know-it-all. It's not very attractive...Good night."
Darien grunted, and turned off his flashlight. He then rolled over and went to sleep. It seemed to him that she had forgotten the whole kissy thing that had 'accidentally' happened. What would tomorrow hold? Would Serena be in the bathroom all day? He certianly hoped so for the sake of awkwardness...
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Did you all like it?? I really enjoyed writing it. Well, there will be more smushy stuff if you guys want it, so tell my what you guys want, and I'll try and put it there...but it is my story. ^.^ See you guys soon! Egyptian Princess.
P.S. Do you all want me to take the authors notes off? (Don't all say no at once ^.^) See ya!
Authors notes: In case none of you know, I am really happy with the way you've all reacted to my story. It's not the best that I've written, but I'm glad (okay extremely happy...REALLY happy) that you guys like it. This chapter deals with...a drunken stupor-well, maybe not really, but it will have some embarrassing parts. See ya! Have fun!
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"You're not going to make me rub your feet, are you?"
"Oh, I didn't think of that!" Darien groaned. "But...no, I don't think I will. Your hands are probably dirty, and my feet are ticklish."
"Oh, they are, are they?"
Serena's eyes widened, she got up, and said, "Crap! Oh, no you don't," and ran around the room with Darien not far behind. She was backed into the wall and was laughing and breathing very hard.
"Okay, Darien, you can stop now. I don't particularly LIKE being tickled."
"Ooo. Then it's more fun."
"For you, not for me. Now, go get me a soda."
"Alright," he said and slouched off.
"What did you call me?"
"Uh, nothing."
"My point exactly. What do you say?"
"Yes, your majesty..."
Whilst Darien was in the bathroom for a few minutes (unbeknownst to Serena, to get away from calling her 'your majesty') Serena went into the refrigerator and got out the wine she had discovered last night after Darien went back to sleep and Andrew had stopped making pig noises while he was awake. He snored horribly, and you could hear him over the heater.
Serena had uncorked the bottle last night, so she took a swig of it, rather hurriedly. Darien made no signs of exiting the toilet room, so she took another swig and put it back.
Two minutes later, Darien came out, and Serena said, "How long does it take for you to go? That was about 5 minutes."
Darien glared at her, but sat down and started to read. He was interrupted when he heard Serena giggling loudly.
"What's so funny?"
Serena made no reply, and kept on giggling. Darien's goal in life was to become the worlds best doctor. He had studied hard in his short 18 years of life, but had never expected to be called upon to act before he got out of college.
He watched Serna very carefully over the next three loooong minutes. She was giggly, had a red face, and looked dizzy.
"Are you sick?"
"That's 'Are you sick, your majesty?'"
Darien got up and walked over to Serena. He put his hand to her forehead, and surprisingly, she didn't object. Her head felt warm, and her face wasn't going back to normal very quickly.
"Serena, have you eaten anything today?"
"Jus those crackers for breakfast. Ya know I eat like a bird."
Darien was trying to suppress a laugh, and couldn't help but to smile. He got up and went to the refrigerator and looked through it.
He saw the bottle of wine.
"Oh no. No. No, he wouldn't...Yes, he would...ANDREW!!"
"Looks like you found it. My little surprise."
"If that stupid t.v. still worked, I would make you take a look at what you did to Serena."
"I didn't make her drink it, she's a curious little girl."
"Curious my butt! It's called temptation, and you put it there! She's gonna be sick and it's your fault! What if she spills the beans about something I'm not supposed to know? She's gonna want to know tomorrow morning...That's when it should be all over. That also depends on how much she drank."
"Well go get the bottle."
Darien got the bottle and saw that only two inches were gone. She must not know how to drink. He had no time to remind himself to teach Serena about the art of drinking wine, he was too busy being angry at Andrew.
"Andrew, do you know how much trouble I'm going to be in tonight?"
"No. And why, may I ask are you going to be in trouble tonight?"
"Because when we sit down to dinner, she's gonna want some." That wasn't the full reason, however, because he was formulating a plan in his head. Darien wasn't the expert on romance, but he had seen enough sappy movies to know what NOT to do. He was going to set up dinner, and then take the opportunity of her being sick, to be nice to her. He was going to set out candles, actually use silverware, and put the food on real plates, not the plastic covered styrofoam.
"Well, you'll just be a man and say no."
"Serena is a very...captivating girl, and-"
"Well, she'd have to be, if she's captivated you."
"Oh, go away!" Darien was rather annoyed. He was going to have to keep Serena away from the wine, and be nice to her at the same time.
Serena was trying to sleep on the floor, and she was having a hard time, what with the headache she was getting from all the noise. She was not drunk, but she had a hard time trying to clarify everything they were saying. Darien was yelling at Andrew, and they were saying something about dinner and tonight. WELL, she'd give THEM dinner.
~ ~ Ten hours later ~ ~
"Hey, Serena, will you come out of there? It's time for dinner."
*Will I come out of here? Well, you'll see coming out of here. I'll give you a dinner to remember...*
Serena was wearing very short shorts, a low-cut, red and orange v-neck shirt. She was wearig her hair in a half-bun, half-ponytail, and she had no shoes on.
"I'm not Serena, slave," she said, and smiled.
Darien almost dropped a plate. He started to stare at Serena, but quickly looked down and put the plate on the makeshift table of suitcases. He got the rest of the food out, but when Serena opened the refrigerator, he gently moved her away and told her to sit down.
"The slave does not tell her majesty to sit down."
"Well, I'm sorry, 'your highness', but I said I was getting dinner tonight, and your not supposed to help."
"Her majesty wants that good stuff in the refrigerator."
"Nope. You can't have that. You're too young to have that."
"You're talking to me like I'm a kid. Well, I'm not a kid. I am her majesty, Queen Serena Bunny Tsukino, and I want that stuff."
Darien tried to hide a smile, but couldn't. His smile widened into a grin, and he brushed the hair out of his eyes. What was he going to do if Serena got mad and tried to go get it..."Well, the beverage for tonight is going to be green tea. So none of that stuff."
"Can I have it ever," she whined.
"Probably not. But you never know." I might have to use it once or twice.
Serena started to eat, when Darien said he had to use the restroom.
"Why can't you guys ever go BEFORE dinner? It makes no sense to me."
Darien said nothing, but opened the refrigerator, took the bottle out, and went to the bathroom.
But for the moment, Serena's mind wasn't on the wine. She wanted to light a candle. So she opened the extra space and got some candles that Andrew had left there in case of an emergency. She found a lighter next to them, so she got the candles, their bases, and the lighter and set them up on their 'table'.
When Darien came out, Serena was blowing out and relighting the candles.
"Serena! Where did you get those?!"
"From the storage closet. I wanted to light a candle. I can make shadows on the wall."
"You can do that with a flashlight, Serena. Now, no more relighting the candles. Just leave them lit." He thought that it made the situation more special. He didn't know if he should do any of this, but he thought he could at least try. And if nothing worked out, she wouldn't remember any of it.
Serena was more sober than he thought, however, and she had control over the thinking process of her mind. She was going to make Darien putty in her hands. She was going to MAKE Darien like her.
She continued to eat, and stare at the flame. Actually she was staring at him, but that's the way he saw it. He poured the tea, and started to eat when Serena asked, "Darien, why do you make fun of me?"
"Because I think it's fun. I know you don't like it, but it's actually the highlight of my day."
"Huh. Funny, really. Me being the highlight of YOUR day. Why is that?"
"Well, uh...Because you're actually kind of cute when you're mad."
Serena coughed. She hadn't expected him to say something like that. Maybe he enjoyed making fun of her because he liked her. That's what her mom said guys always did when they liked you. Maybe Darien hasn't matured yet from that stage.
"You okay, Serena?"
"Y-Yes. I'm fine...This is good spaghetti. I haven't ever had spaghetti on a table of suitcases and wax candles. It's actually a new experience for me."
"Hm...Um..Serena, do you like being drunk?"
"I am NOT drunk...I think," Serena said, angrily. She wanted him to think that she was drunk, so if she did anything stupid, he would think it was the alcohol.
"Okay, okay. So, you're not drunk..Y-You're right. This is some good spaghetti." Darien sat quietly, eating his dinner and wondering how to say something politely to her. Much to his suprise, she was the first one to say something.
"Darien, you're not such a bad person once someone can get close enough to talk to you. Is Andrew your only friend? I though that being the, uh, type of person you are, you would have more friends."
"I suppose I'm very anti-social. I don't like talking to many people. The people to whom I do talk to get me into situations like this one...But I suppose that was a compliment, so, thank you."
Serena frowned, but started to eat again. "You're not much of a conversationalist."
"I suppose I'm not."
Serena frowned again, and thought that she should try something now, and not wait until later. She scooted over closer to him, and kept eating.
It was rather amazing how embarrassed one person could get and keep it to himself. The only thing that showed he WAS embarrassed was his face. He kept it low and it had a tinge of pink.
Serena had a piece of spaghetti hanging out of her mouth, and was looking at him.
*What is she doing? She's freaking me out. This is not natural for her to get so close. Well, I'll freak her out.*
Darien got up and got a glass of wine for himself, and drank it. Serena watched him drink and swallow it. She frowned and walked slowly over to him. She grabbed at the bottle, and he pulled it away from her.
"I want some," she whined.
"Well, you can't have any."
She grabbed at it again, and he nudged her away. "But I want some."
"Well, you can't have any."
Serena walked over to the door, sat by it, and glared at him for a few minutes. She then got up again, and before he could do anything, she grabbed the bottle. she opened it, and drank a big gulp.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm getting a drink. what does it look like I'm doing?"
"You know you're going to be sick later."
"No-ho I won't. I'll be fine. Ooh." She swallowed a little too quickly, so she sat down by the 'table', and held on to the bottle.
"Serena, give me the bottle."
"Say please."
"Will you please give me the bottle, your highness?"
"No."
Darien got up, and started to wrestle with her for the bottle. Luckily for the both of them, it was closed, and it didn't pop open in their face.
"Let_go_of_me, Darien! Let go!"
"Not until you give me the bottle."
Serena held on to the bottle, and kept still. It was rather...nice to be in his arms. And what muscles he had, under that stupid jacket he always wore, you would never know he had any. But they were there, and Serena kind of liked it.
Darien was getting the same kind of feeling, but it was the other way around. He liked holding Serena. She was tiny, but she wasn't frail. She was a tough little bugger, and he shouldn't underestimate her ever again. He felt the air in the room growing tense, so he let her go, and started to clean the dishes.
Serena put the food away, and reluctantly put the bottle back.
She cleared the room, and dragged out the sleeping bags.
"Going to sleep so soon?"
"No, I just felt like sitting on something soft."
Darien got the strange urge to tell her to sit in his lap. But he'd save that for later.
"Hey, Serena. After lights out, do you want to tell ghost stories?"
"You mean like really creepy, bloody, gory, scary stuff?"
"Uh...sure." Darien had no idea what Serena had in mind, or if she had anything in mind. He just knew that he was going to make her laugh with his ghost stories. He hadn't really known any, so he'd make some up while they were getting ready.
They made themselves comfortable for about two and a half hours, in separate parts of the room. When it was time for lights out, Serena got in her sleeping bag and grabbed her flashlight. It was rather big, so she turned it upside down on the floor, so as not to attract attention from Andrew.
"Do you want to tell the first one, Darien?"
"Just let me get into my sleeping bag, and then I'll tell all the ghost stories you want. I'm going to take my flashlight out too. It'll make it look like a campfire."
"Can I make smores?!"
"No, Serena. You just ate dinner."
"Not just. I had it two and a half hours ago. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. They're out there getting ice cream, and you won't let me have anything..."
Darien sat up and relented. "Did you hear them last night? What kind did they end up eating?"
"Mint chocolate chip, and vanilla caramel." Serena's mouth was watering...
Darien wasn't doin too well either. He LOVED vanilla caramel (PLEASE, anyone...tell me that there is such a thing a vanilla caramel ice cream!!). The next thing he knew was Serena was falling into his lap. Whether it was on purpose or her own fault, he didn't know. But she didn't feel like moving, so he let her stay there.
"Here's you're smore," she said, put it in his hand, and smiled up at him.
Darien realized something then. "Hey, Serena. Your hair's not up in the buns." It wasn't indeed. It was in one looong braid. "I-It looks good like that."
"Oh...thanks, Darien," she said, and smiled again.
He'd have to do something to get her to stop smiling, it wasn't good on his heart. It was speeding up, and at his age, normal people's hearts didn't do that...or so he thought.
"You gonna start the story, Darien?"
Darien took this opportunity to make her sit as close as possible. He told a really scary one that Andrew had made up to keep him out of the ice cream. It never worked, but it was scary just the same. Serena squished up, and said that it was her turn for a creepy one.
"There once was a little boy who couldn't go to sleep at night. He kept hearing things in his house...right down the hall. He got out of bed and went into his parents room and asked them to go look and see what it was with him. They got out of bed, but he made them stop off and get his sister to come too. They all heard the sound getting louder, and louder...It was coming from the bathroom. They all creeped into the bathroom, and looked into the toilet. There were two ants on a piece of poop singing, 'When the log rolls over, we will all be dead.'...The End."
Darien started to snigger. That was Serena's scary story? Apparently she was thinking the same thing, and she started to laugh. Darien joined her, but they were rudely interrupted by Andrew coming on the loudspeaker.
"What are you two doing? It's time for sleep!"
"Just because the lights are out, it doesn't mean we have to go to sleep, Andrew. Why are you up? What flavor is it this time? Rocky road, or cherry swirl?"
"Neither. It's marshmellow chocolate. (AN: You can really only taste the chocolate.) You two need to go to sleep."
"You stuck us in here, so were gonna make the best of it if we can. You are intruding upon our private ghost story telling session, please leave."
"Oh, I see how it is. I'll leave you two to...whatever you plan on doing."
"Andrew, you are a sick, dirty-"
"Darien, just leave him alone. It's your turn to tell the next story."
Darien smiled, and said to Andrew, "You may leave now. Her highness commands it, and so does her humble servant."
Andrew laughed and left them alone, only to be swamped by four eager girls wanting to know what was going on in there.
"What should I tell you? A scary one?"
"Sure." Serena was planning on making Darien squeamish so that he would turn red. She liked it when he turned red...he looked so cute. She was going to take her life into her hands and let Darien kiss her...more like MAKE him kiss her. She paid no attention to what Darien's story was, but when she assumed it was the scary part, she snuggled into his lap a bit further.
It turned out that that was the scary part of the story, so Darien asked, "Am I scaring you? Should I stop?"
"Oh, no, you're not scaring me one bit...Keep going."
"Are you sure? Because I don't have to keep going."
"No, no, you go ahead and keep telling it."
"Are you even listening to what I'm saying, or are you thinking of something else?"
"Actually, I was thinking of something else. Can we have another smore? Please?"
Darien sighed and said, "Why not." Darien gave Serena a nudge, and she got up.
When she was making the smores by the refrigerator light, she said to Darien, "Those are...interesting, uh...pajamas you've got...I've never heard of a guy who wore blue spotted p.j's..."
"I like my night clothes. They give me character. Besides, you're wearing bunny shorts and a bunny t-shirt."
"Do you want to wear them? They'd give you more character than you could imagine."
"And look like an idiot? I don't think so. I don't want to ruin my reputation by wearing girly clothes and especially pink ones."
Serena laughed, and started to bring the plate of smores over. She had also sneaked the bottle out of the refrigerator, so it made her stomach bulge.
"What is in your shirt, Serena? Did you take that thing out again?"
Serena didn't answer. What happened next wasn't planned, but it worked to both of their advantages. Serena tripped, and fell face forward into his lap. Darien leaned forward to help her up, and (this was her fault) she leaned up and kissed him. Darien fell backwards, carrying Serena with him. She squirmed off of him, and ran to the bathroom.
Whilst she was in there with the bottle, she was thinking to herself. Very subtle, Serena old girl. Now he probably thinks you're an idiot. She took a couple of swigs, and put the bottle down. I wonder if Andrew paid a lot of money for this...Maybe if I dumped it out he would leave Darien and I alone...Serena took one last swig, and dumped it out into the toilet. She brought the bottle back out, and put it in Darien's hands. She then got into her sleeping bag, and tried to go to sleep.
Darien sat, still stunned with the bottle in his hand, and his mouth wide open. He shook the bottle, and wondered in slight horror if she had drunk the rest of it, which would have been quite a significant amount for someone so tiny.
"Hey, Serena," he said gently and quietly. "Serena, did you drink the rest of the bottle?"
"Are you worried that you won't get any more? You want more, don't you? I'm not surprised. It was awfully tasty," she said, sitting up and looking at him in the dark. She turned off her flashlight, and turned over.
"No, that's not it. But if you did drink the rest, you could be really sick. And I don't think you'll like how you feel."
"I know all about hangovers. I don't know personally, but I've had to take six billion years of D.A.R.E., and I should know it by now. Plus, may I remind you, I got a C+ in first aid."
"Well, I am studying to be a doctor, and I say that you are going to be really miserable tomorrow."
"Don't be a mister know-it-all. It's not very attractive...Good night."
Darien grunted, and turned off his flashlight. He then rolled over and went to sleep. It seemed to him that she had forgotten the whole kissy thing that had 'accidentally' happened. What would tomorrow hold? Would Serena be in the bathroom all day? He certianly hoped so for the sake of awkwardness...
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Did you all like it?? I really enjoyed writing it. Well, there will be more smushy stuff if you guys want it, so tell my what you guys want, and I'll try and put it there...but it is my story. ^.^ See you guys soon! Egyptian Princess.
P.S. Do you all want me to take the authors notes off? (Don't all say no at once ^.^) See ya!