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"Why Fight?"

Chapter Four

"Look, Serena, before we even get started. Let me say this - There will be no, and I mean NO: whining, crying, or complaining in this car. Do you understand me??"

Serena was dumbfounded. She didn't know what to do. *[Did he just call me Serena?!]* All she could do was smile and nod.

"Okay, well, are you going to get in or not, Meatball Head?"

She was still in a daze, "Huh? What? Oh, yeah." She quickly got into the car.

"Top down?" he asked. *[Should I have even asked? She's a teen-age girl, of course she'll want the top down.]*

"Yeah! What are you? Dumb?! It's gorgeous out, and you have the audacity to ask if I want the top down? Weirdo," she mumbled the last word under her breath.

"All right, all right, Meatball Head. Excuse me!"

"Yeah, sure," they sat there for a moment. "Yeah, we going or not?"

"Meatball Head, you surprise me sometimes - with your lack of intelligence and grace. We'll go as soon as the top is down because that's what you wanted."

Serena blushed, "Right, sorry." Finally the top was down, and Darien revved the engine. He shifted into DRIVE, and they were off. First, they took the Interstate, but Serena got bored looking at all the cars. She sighed. *[This is so boring. I wish I had something more pleasant to look at. I mean, Darien's good looking and all, but the Interstate is so boring!]* Serena complained to herself, *[And the lack of music, yeah, this is great.]* She sighed once again.

Darien, as if reading her mind, all of a sudden asked, "You want to listen to the radio?"

Serena perked up at the thought of listening to music, "Okay! Sure! But can I pick the station?" Darien thought for a moment, and then with some reluctance, he nodded. She squealed, "Thanks, Dare!" She turned on the radio until she found the perfect station and song, 102.9 The Buzz was playing "Pretty Girl" by Sugarcult.

Quickly, he looked over at her, "You like this music?" He was in complete shock. She was too engrossed in the song to answer verbally, so she nodded enthusiastically. "You have amazed me once again today, Meatball Head."

She looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"I never would have taken you for the kind of girl to like Punk Rock. I don't mean to call you stereotypical or anything. It's just that you didn't seem the type, you know?" He glanced at her. *[Oh God, what if she thinks that I'm a complete idiot now?]*

She smiled, "Yeah, I know. Everyone's got their little quirks. I guess mine is more of a shock than others." She looked at him and smiled once again. Her bright blue eyes sparkling like there was no tomorrow. He couldn't help but smile himself. She blushed as she turned back to face the road. *[Oh, couldn't he find a more scenic route?]* she huffed yet another sigh.

Sensing her amnesty for the Interstate, het got off on the next exit. It was the best scenic route to the lake, but like he would know that. Serena was happy; she couldn't help but beam because of all of nature's beauty around her.