Chapter Six: Encounter-Part A
It was now a little after nine and the sun had just begun to shine. Amy walked down the street that lead to her apartment in Lucky Towers. Tonight her mom would be on a night shift at Adams Memorial Hospital as she would always be on a Saturday. Lately Mrs. Anderson was no where to be seen. She was keeping very busy with all her patients.
Truth to tell, it had been really crowed after all the recent 'incidents' so Amy didn't really bother to speak much of the subject. At first it was tough getting adjusted to have her mom missing all the time but she understood it was for the best.
An unknown amount of pedestrians raced down the busy streets, some occasionally stumbling into the petite girl. Amy was accustomed to not having people notice her. It was almost like being invisible. Sometimes it was a good thing. People didn't ask you for anything and they didn't expect you to do certain things. But at times it really hurt. When she passed by no one would see that she was there. Then she'd rush home and lock herself in her room, staining her sheets and pillow covers with tears.
Tears of frustration, tears of anger, tears of unhappiness. Tears flowed swiftly and easily, making it simple for Amy to shed them on her bed. Softly weeping and whimpering, murmuring comforting words to herself in between sobs. It was an usual routine. She was used to it, no big deal, wake up, go to school, get tortured, come back, cry your heart out, and wait for the same event to happen the next day.
Amy, lost in her thoughts felt the feel of a person push her down on the ground. The coffee mug she was carrying spilled on the sides of her skirt and scattered all over the sidewalk.
"I'm so sorry, I guess I wasn't watching where I was going...Amy".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darien strolled down the street, peering over unfamiliar heads, half- hoping to find someone he knew. Okay, yes. He did have someone in mind. He wanted to talk to her, for some reason, he just felt the urge to see her. It was odd, they were the best of friends but he was never over exited to see her. Sure she was very good company and probably the only one out of all the girls he was compatible with.
But for some reason, he wanted to see her. He had to see her. But he obviously had many things to do, errands to run, calls to make. And here he was, at the light of day, the clock ticking and no sign of a time-stopping alien, and here was Darien Shields, of all people, lingering on the thought of seeing her smile. That smile.
The way her hair swayed behind her as she moved. The gentle breeze that caressed her skin, the delicate fragrance of her perfume, Glamour. He couldn't forget it. Not that he had memorized it on purpose or anything but he recalled it when Serena had hinted on him buying it for her on their two month anniversary. Aww. Serena. The name made him wince. An image of her flickered through his mind as he grimaced at the memory. Oh Serena. How could she be so clueless, so dumb, so completely out of it.
Oh well. Nothing to be done about that. He loved her, yes, lets clear that up. HE LOVED HER. But still...
Darien dreamily thinking, felt himself bump into something, or someone. "I'm so sorry, I guess I wasn't watching where I was going...Amy." There she was, the girl he'd been secretly hoping to find, laying in front of him.
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"Darien". Amy said dumbfounded, out of all people she expected to find, it was Darien. Darien. Not that she wasn't happy to see him. "I'm so sorry". Darien's voice was honest and sincere, Amy knew him way too well to identify when he was lying, he was a terrible liar. "It's all right, no damage done". Darien stretched out his hand and Amy took it, quickly rising to her feet.
With her free hand, Amy smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes and looked up to him. "What are you doing here?" "I was at the Beanery, talking to Andrew". "Oh". "Why? What are you doing here"?" Amy smiled at him causing him to smile in return. "I just thought I'd get some..." "-air" Amy interrupted while once again making him smile.
"Do you want to go have lunch"? Darien asked with a somewhat hopeful expression on his face. "I'd be happy to if you don't consider the fact that it's-"Amy looked down at her wrist watch and then continued, "9:15". "Oh, right". Amy giggled slightly, and then turned to face the café across the street. "Maybe the Talon is open, I already had my daily dose of caffeine but I could go for a bagel". Amy announced cheerfully. Darien couldn't help but nod and smile ,again.
It was now a little after nine and the sun had just begun to shine. Amy walked down the street that lead to her apartment in Lucky Towers. Tonight her mom would be on a night shift at Adams Memorial Hospital as she would always be on a Saturday. Lately Mrs. Anderson was no where to be seen. She was keeping very busy with all her patients.
Truth to tell, it had been really crowed after all the recent 'incidents' so Amy didn't really bother to speak much of the subject. At first it was tough getting adjusted to have her mom missing all the time but she understood it was for the best.
An unknown amount of pedestrians raced down the busy streets, some occasionally stumbling into the petite girl. Amy was accustomed to not having people notice her. It was almost like being invisible. Sometimes it was a good thing. People didn't ask you for anything and they didn't expect you to do certain things. But at times it really hurt. When she passed by no one would see that she was there. Then she'd rush home and lock herself in her room, staining her sheets and pillow covers with tears.
Tears of frustration, tears of anger, tears of unhappiness. Tears flowed swiftly and easily, making it simple for Amy to shed them on her bed. Softly weeping and whimpering, murmuring comforting words to herself in between sobs. It was an usual routine. She was used to it, no big deal, wake up, go to school, get tortured, come back, cry your heart out, and wait for the same event to happen the next day.
Amy, lost in her thoughts felt the feel of a person push her down on the ground. The coffee mug she was carrying spilled on the sides of her skirt and scattered all over the sidewalk.
"I'm so sorry, I guess I wasn't watching where I was going...Amy".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darien strolled down the street, peering over unfamiliar heads, half- hoping to find someone he knew. Okay, yes. He did have someone in mind. He wanted to talk to her, for some reason, he just felt the urge to see her. It was odd, they were the best of friends but he was never over exited to see her. Sure she was very good company and probably the only one out of all the girls he was compatible with.
But for some reason, he wanted to see her. He had to see her. But he obviously had many things to do, errands to run, calls to make. And here he was, at the light of day, the clock ticking and no sign of a time-stopping alien, and here was Darien Shields, of all people, lingering on the thought of seeing her smile. That smile.
The way her hair swayed behind her as she moved. The gentle breeze that caressed her skin, the delicate fragrance of her perfume, Glamour. He couldn't forget it. Not that he had memorized it on purpose or anything but he recalled it when Serena had hinted on him buying it for her on their two month anniversary. Aww. Serena. The name made him wince. An image of her flickered through his mind as he grimaced at the memory. Oh Serena. How could she be so clueless, so dumb, so completely out of it.
Oh well. Nothing to be done about that. He loved her, yes, lets clear that up. HE LOVED HER. But still...
Darien dreamily thinking, felt himself bump into something, or someone. "I'm so sorry, I guess I wasn't watching where I was going...Amy." There she was, the girl he'd been secretly hoping to find, laying in front of him.
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"Darien". Amy said dumbfounded, out of all people she expected to find, it was Darien. Darien. Not that she wasn't happy to see him. "I'm so sorry". Darien's voice was honest and sincere, Amy knew him way too well to identify when he was lying, he was a terrible liar. "It's all right, no damage done". Darien stretched out his hand and Amy took it, quickly rising to her feet.
With her free hand, Amy smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes and looked up to him. "What are you doing here?" "I was at the Beanery, talking to Andrew". "Oh". "Why? What are you doing here"?" Amy smiled at him causing him to smile in return. "I just thought I'd get some..." "-air" Amy interrupted while once again making him smile.
"Do you want to go have lunch"? Darien asked with a somewhat hopeful expression on his face. "I'd be happy to if you don't consider the fact that it's-"Amy looked down at her wrist watch and then continued, "9:15". "Oh, right". Amy giggled slightly, and then turned to face the café across the street. "Maybe the Talon is open, I already had my daily dose of caffeine but I could go for a bagel". Amy announced cheerfully. Darien couldn't help but nod and smile ,again.