TITLE: "Christmas Dreams"
AUTHOR: Dream Catcher
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon
A.N.: I know I haven't finished "Matchmaker Lane" yet, but I wanted to write my first Christmas story. I hope you like it, and nothing says it more like reviews. This story is not finished, but I hope to have it finished by Christmas. I don't have the whole story worked out, but I do have the gist of it. Now, this is a little different from other Christmas stories. No one is a scrooge in this story. Darien is just a little down. It is all explained in the next chapter. Serena is 17 and Darien is 18 in this story. Please review!!!!!
Prologue
Christmas was in the air, and so was the promise of two weeks without school. Children were making out their lists, while parents wondered how they were going to pay for everything their children asked for. Lovesick teenage girls searched for the perfect outfit to give their badly dressed boyfriends for Christmas, while the teenage guys left their shopping up to their moms.
The malls were packed with ornery women, and the long line of children waiting to sit on Santa's lap was full of runny noses, wails, temper tantrums, and irritable mothers.
Many hated the holiday bustle, but Serena thrived under the pressure. She noticed all the simple things that made the holiday what it was. She didn't hear the angered curses aimed at other shoppers; she heard Christmas carols. She didn't smell the sweat coming from the hundreds of tired shoppers under the same roof; she smelt potpourri and gingerbread men. She didn't notice the people pushing into her as she walked through the crowded mall; she noticed the tugging of her little brother's hand as he drug her towards Santa.
Oh, how she loved Christmas.
She allowed her five-year-old brother Sammy to drag her to the back of the long line of children waiting to see Santa.
Serena barley noticed when Sammy struck up a conversation with the little girl in front of them. Serena was too busy thinking about what she would buy her friends for Christmas. She had more money this year than previous years, and she was going to take advantage of her surplus. Because of her new job at the local arcade and the deal she had made with her mother-she'd take Sammy to see Santa and wait in the long line and save her mother the torture-, she would be able to give all her friends more personal gifts this year. Unlike the year before, when she gave every one of her friends a basket full of lotion and lip-gloss.
Yes, this year would be the best Christmas ever.
There was only one thing Serena could think of that could make it better, and that was a boyfriend. Of course Serena would never admit it to anyone, including herself that she secretly already had that boy picked out.
But, Andrew O'Conner was anything but a boy. At twenty-two, he was at the base of every seventeen year old girl's factices, including Serena's after he hired her at the arcade. His silky blond hairs made you want to run your fingers through the long locks. His blue eyes were always seemed to be smiling with glee. Serena wished he would wrap his strong arms around her.
Serena giggled out loud at her fantasies, never noticing the odd look a woman gave her.
Serena knew her dreams were purely fiction and always would be, but wasn't that why they were called dreams? After all, Andrew was five years older than her and already in a serious relationship with someone. She knew it was nothing more than a crush, but it was always fun to have a crush.
"Your next," the "elf" said to her, interrupting her from her thoughts. Serena smiled apologetically to the grumpy teenage girl about her age a she lead Sammy towards Santa.
Santa sat regally in his chair, beaming a smile at Sammy as he timidly approached the chair. Sammy seemed to be in awe of Santa, and even Serena had to admit to herself that he looked like the real deal.
Sammy hid behind Serena as they approached Santa's thrown. When Serena tried to get Sammy to sit on Santa's lap, he shook his head no.
The little tyke is scared, Serena realized.
"Come on, Sammy. You're a big boy. Sit on Santa's lap." Sammy shook his head no once again, and Serena sighed in frustration. "Not even for me?" Once again, Serena was given the same answer.
"Perhaps, Miss, " said Santa, smiling slightly, "if you did it first, he'd do it too."
At first Serena wondered if the man was really some pervert in a Santa suit, but changed her mind when she saw the sincere look on his wrinkled face.
Serena looked at Sammy and sighed once again. The things she'd do for her little brother.
She hoisted herself onto Santa's lap, slouching slightly in embarrassment.
If Serena had thought the Santa looked real from a distance, it was nothing compared to how he looked up-close. His white beard looked so much like the real thing that she was tempted to give it a tug. His cheery blue eyes seemed to sparkle behind the silver rims of his glasses. His pudgy stomach didn't collapse like a pillow stuffed down his shirt would have. His nose and cheeks were rosy, but she saw no trace of a shine that often accompanied the basic blush. And when Serena inhaled, she thought she detected the subtle aroma of peppermint.
"Now, young lady, what do you want for Christmas?" he jollily asked.
For some reason Serena felt no reason to lie to this man. She didn't feel the need to lie to him and say she wanted something like a computer. Instead she told him the truth. She told him thing she had always dreamed of.
"I want to find my true love."
The seemly impossible request didn't seem to faze the Santa, which surprised Serena. She had thought she would see some sign of surprise in his merry blue eyes, but there had been none. If it was possible, they seemed to be merrier.
Santa's smile grew. "That shouldn't be too hard." He paused, running a hand through his bear. "Very well. I guarantee, Serena, you'll find your true love this Christmas."
Serena ignored what he said, knowing he was paid to say it. She jumped off his lap and allowed a braver Sammy to have his turn.
It wasn't until Serena was at home in bed, about to enter the dream world, when she realized she hadn't told the Santa her name.
TO BE CONTINUED
A.N.: I know it's short, but it's only the prologue. Some action will appear in the next chapter. Please tell me your thoughts and opinions.
AUTHOR: Dream Catcher
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon
A.N.: I know I haven't finished "Matchmaker Lane" yet, but I wanted to write my first Christmas story. I hope you like it, and nothing says it more like reviews. This story is not finished, but I hope to have it finished by Christmas. I don't have the whole story worked out, but I do have the gist of it. Now, this is a little different from other Christmas stories. No one is a scrooge in this story. Darien is just a little down. It is all explained in the next chapter. Serena is 17 and Darien is 18 in this story. Please review!!!!!
Prologue
Christmas was in the air, and so was the promise of two weeks without school. Children were making out their lists, while parents wondered how they were going to pay for everything their children asked for. Lovesick teenage girls searched for the perfect outfit to give their badly dressed boyfriends for Christmas, while the teenage guys left their shopping up to their moms.
The malls were packed with ornery women, and the long line of children waiting to sit on Santa's lap was full of runny noses, wails, temper tantrums, and irritable mothers.
Many hated the holiday bustle, but Serena thrived under the pressure. She noticed all the simple things that made the holiday what it was. She didn't hear the angered curses aimed at other shoppers; she heard Christmas carols. She didn't smell the sweat coming from the hundreds of tired shoppers under the same roof; she smelt potpourri and gingerbread men. She didn't notice the people pushing into her as she walked through the crowded mall; she noticed the tugging of her little brother's hand as he drug her towards Santa.
Oh, how she loved Christmas.
She allowed her five-year-old brother Sammy to drag her to the back of the long line of children waiting to see Santa.
Serena barley noticed when Sammy struck up a conversation with the little girl in front of them. Serena was too busy thinking about what she would buy her friends for Christmas. She had more money this year than previous years, and she was going to take advantage of her surplus. Because of her new job at the local arcade and the deal she had made with her mother-she'd take Sammy to see Santa and wait in the long line and save her mother the torture-, she would be able to give all her friends more personal gifts this year. Unlike the year before, when she gave every one of her friends a basket full of lotion and lip-gloss.
Yes, this year would be the best Christmas ever.
There was only one thing Serena could think of that could make it better, and that was a boyfriend. Of course Serena would never admit it to anyone, including herself that she secretly already had that boy picked out.
But, Andrew O'Conner was anything but a boy. At twenty-two, he was at the base of every seventeen year old girl's factices, including Serena's after he hired her at the arcade. His silky blond hairs made you want to run your fingers through the long locks. His blue eyes were always seemed to be smiling with glee. Serena wished he would wrap his strong arms around her.
Serena giggled out loud at her fantasies, never noticing the odd look a woman gave her.
Serena knew her dreams were purely fiction and always would be, but wasn't that why they were called dreams? After all, Andrew was five years older than her and already in a serious relationship with someone. She knew it was nothing more than a crush, but it was always fun to have a crush.
"Your next," the "elf" said to her, interrupting her from her thoughts. Serena smiled apologetically to the grumpy teenage girl about her age a she lead Sammy towards Santa.
Santa sat regally in his chair, beaming a smile at Sammy as he timidly approached the chair. Sammy seemed to be in awe of Santa, and even Serena had to admit to herself that he looked like the real deal.
Sammy hid behind Serena as they approached Santa's thrown. When Serena tried to get Sammy to sit on Santa's lap, he shook his head no.
The little tyke is scared, Serena realized.
"Come on, Sammy. You're a big boy. Sit on Santa's lap." Sammy shook his head no once again, and Serena sighed in frustration. "Not even for me?" Once again, Serena was given the same answer.
"Perhaps, Miss, " said Santa, smiling slightly, "if you did it first, he'd do it too."
At first Serena wondered if the man was really some pervert in a Santa suit, but changed her mind when she saw the sincere look on his wrinkled face.
Serena looked at Sammy and sighed once again. The things she'd do for her little brother.
She hoisted herself onto Santa's lap, slouching slightly in embarrassment.
If Serena had thought the Santa looked real from a distance, it was nothing compared to how he looked up-close. His white beard looked so much like the real thing that she was tempted to give it a tug. His cheery blue eyes seemed to sparkle behind the silver rims of his glasses. His pudgy stomach didn't collapse like a pillow stuffed down his shirt would have. His nose and cheeks were rosy, but she saw no trace of a shine that often accompanied the basic blush. And when Serena inhaled, she thought she detected the subtle aroma of peppermint.
"Now, young lady, what do you want for Christmas?" he jollily asked.
For some reason Serena felt no reason to lie to this man. She didn't feel the need to lie to him and say she wanted something like a computer. Instead she told him the truth. She told him thing she had always dreamed of.
"I want to find my true love."
The seemly impossible request didn't seem to faze the Santa, which surprised Serena. She had thought she would see some sign of surprise in his merry blue eyes, but there had been none. If it was possible, they seemed to be merrier.
Santa's smile grew. "That shouldn't be too hard." He paused, running a hand through his bear. "Very well. I guarantee, Serena, you'll find your true love this Christmas."
Serena ignored what he said, knowing he was paid to say it. She jumped off his lap and allowed a braver Sammy to have his turn.
It wasn't until Serena was at home in bed, about to enter the dream world, when she realized she hadn't told the Santa her name.
TO BE CONTINUED
A.N.: I know it's short, but it's only the prologue. Some action will appear in the next chapter. Please tell me your thoughts and opinions.