Title: Too Good to be True... or is it? (Sequel to Changed by an Angel)
Chapter: 2
Author: Ashlee Angel
Email: ashlee_c69@hotmail.com
Disclaimer - Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi..... And frankly, I'm not Naoko Takeuchi
Author's Note - HEYY! *Cough* Sorry that took so long... And I'm very aware of the fact that it's VERY late... and VERY short... But what could I do? I was away for 2 months... Don't kill me :) Welps... I hope you enjoy it, as short as it may be, and umm... Happy reading! :)
--Ashlee
PS
See? I told you I was alive :) *Sniggles*
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"Don't go."
Serena sighed dejectedly. Wrenching her arm out of Darien's grasp, she fled...
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*3 days later*
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Looking at herself in the mirror, Serena put her head in her hands. Why oh why her?
Just when she felt the tears coming, a light went on inside her.
'Who cares about Darien?' She'll just go marry Matt...
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*A year later*
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Matt and Serena married and Darien was forgotten.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Darien gets hit by a car and dies instantly.
The End
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lol.... Just kidding ^____^ I'm not 'that' cruel, am I?
(Psstt... say no)
No?
Good... Here's the REAL chapter 2!
Hope you like it!
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"Don't go."
The words came out unconsciously, and it sounded so... so pleading. He didn't care though. He just had to make sure that she stayed.
"I mean, you can at least stay for breakfast or something. You haven't eaten in two days. And you don't want your body to give out on you again... and... and... I..." he paused. "You... you haven't fully recovered from your cold yet."
He had been aiming for 'I want to get to know you better'... but he just couldn't. And he'd probably just scare her anyway.
"I... my... I was supposed to meet my boyfriend..." She said quietly. Then in a much more confident voice, "So he's probably out looking for me. I really better go."
It was a lie. It had to be, he thought. But why would she want to keep the truth from him?
He had let go of her wrist. He hadn't wanted to, but he did. She's probably right. Of course she would have a boyfriend. Why wouldn't she? Everything about her being able to help was probably his conscience thinking overboard. He was just too desperate, he wanted to catch on to any bit of hope he had.
"I'll drive you home." He said simply.
His calm exterior was back again, but he still felt somewhat dejected. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Serena. She hadn't wanted it to turn out like this, but he couldn't find out who she was, he couldn't. And she wouldn't let him.
"No. It's fine, I can drive home by myself. My car is probably near here somewhere..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes landing on...
"Is that your ring?"
Darien, startled, looked from his ring to the girl in front of him. "Well, yes, but," he hesitated. "It's a friend's too."
Now 'that' caught Serena's attention. Her curiosity building up her courage, she looked up at him. "What friend?"
He seemed to be growing... uncomfortable. Unconsciously leaning on whatever was behind him. "I... " He couldn't say he didn't know. But he did know. He was just afraid she'd... misunderstand.
"Is it from your girlfriend?" She asked when he didn't say anything else. "Well then, you don't want her to suspect anything if she comes by. And I really should get going before they start a search party."
Not giving him any time to answer, she practically ran out of his apartment... hoping the fact that he didn't come after her was a good thing.
Only after she was in the lobby did she realize that she wasn't wearing any shoes. But she was still wearing the clothes she had on when she was at the U. He didn't let her sleep in wet clothes, did he?
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*Serena's House*
'Life is Hell.' Serena told herself again as she stared blankly at the glowing screen of her computer.
Yes, that is certainly true... Of all the goddamned things...
Darien Shields of all people had to come back into her life. Not that she was complaining or anything. She was still amazed at how neutral she'd been throughout the day. No tears, no cursing, no dwelling, no nothing.
If she hadn't had to find her car barefooted, she would've thought that she felt almost happy.
Moving the mouse absentmindedly around the screen seemed to be keeping her awake for the moment. Maybe she should check her mail, talk on AIM, and maybe get to know a few new people here and there. Or go watch The Ring again.
Serena shuddered, remembering the night she watched that 'terrific' movie. Never in her life had she been so afraid to pick up the phone. She'll laugh about it eventually, but it clearly won't be any time in the near future.
The oh so familiar dinging sound came on as she clicked the grayish mailbox icon.
"You've got mail." Serena murmured, in perfect unison with the computer. The last time she checked was... gosh, at least a month ago. Of course she'd have mail.
She would suspect everything was-
Damn!
244 new emails...
Ugh! Just the deleting will keep her occupied for the rest of the night. Too bad her account didn't have the Select All, option.
Well, here goes...
'Rena_tt20 Do you have financial problems?'
"No, I don't."
'Find the love of your life at BlindDate.com'
"No thanks."
'Want to enlarge your penis safely and naturally?'
"I don't have one."
Serena bit her lip to keep from making another comment. Okay, so maybe she shouldn't look through everything...
Hmm.. Junk, junk, junk, and more junk...
Wait-
As her screen scrolled back up, her eyes caught on to the email, sent August 15th.
From Lita Woods.
Well, isn't 'that' interesting. She hadn't heard from Lita in days, weeks... months even.
Funny how Lita still has her email address. Might as well read it, staring at it won't do her any good. Opening the dark blue link, the contents of the letter began to load on the page.
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SERE! OH MY GOD! SERE! Lol, hey girl! What's up? GUESS WHAT??? I'M GOING TO ATTEND A WEDDING!!!!!!! Yeah yeah, I know what you're thinking... no biggie, right?
Welps, guess who's wedding???? AMY'S!!! Can you BELIEVE that?? Ames is gettttinnngg marrrieedd!!!!
Heehee
Hey, missed 'ya girl! I'm sure your invitation will be coming your way soon!
Ooops! I wasn't supposed to tell 'ya... heehee! oops??? OOOH! I can just sooo hyped up!
So how'ya been girlie???
Good I hope??? Has Darien proposed yet? *wink wink*
Lol... well I won't bug ya about it! Hope to hear from you soon!
----------------------------------------The one and only -------------------------------------------------Lita
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Serena shook her head, unable to keep the smile off her face. So Ames is getting married... At least 'someone's' enjoying life.
Now, if 'only' Darien would propose to her. Hell, if only he'd just... just remember her. He even had her ring... which makes things all the more complicated.
'Okay Serena, look on the bright side of things... and don't think about *him*.'
Maybe a little nap will help get her mind off of... certain issues.
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(Darien's Apartment - That Night)
Darien leaned against the railing of his balcony, taking in the slightly chilly night air. The day had gone by in a blur. And that girl, whoever she was, was gone. Maybe he should've gone after her, but she clearly didn't want anything to do with him. Still, as cliché as it may sound, he felt as if he knew her. But then again, he was desperate to find Serena...
Her father is one the most well known businessmen in the state. Her mother too. She had a brother, Samuel Terrin, who is supposedly at Yale. So why nothing about her?
He'd find her... someday. Though he still wondered if he should look for a certain someone else instead. But why do that? He didn't even have a name to go by, and she probably couldn't help him anyway.
Or maybe, just maybe... he needed to forget about Serena and just move on.
Darien breathed out a whoosh of air. This was pathetic. He wasn't getting anywhere. Perhaps a drive would help...
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Darien's hands sat almost anxiously on the steering wheel. He'd been driving for a good half an hour now and any idiot could tell that he was just wasting his time. The hood of his car was down, allowing the breeze to blow past him.
It was such a calm night, unlike yesterday.
All was silent...
"Hey DARIEN!" A high pitched shriek rang out from behind him, followed by the drill of a car horn.
Slamming down on the brake, the car swerved violently into the sidewalk, before coming to a complete stop in front of a lamppost.
A car door slammed, and before Darien could utter anything, a pair of arms surrounded his neck, crushing him to his seat.
So much for peace...
A giggly laugh sounded from his captor, as she let go of him.
Rubbing his sore neck, he took a good look at this girl. The light blue hair shown clearly through the night, as did the ring on her left hand.
"Well, don't 'you' look stupefied!" Amy laughed at the look on Darien's face. If she hadn't known better, she would've thought he didn't recognize her.
"You're wondering what I'm doing here, right? Don't worry, I'll explain. Well, first of all, I'm engaged and I just 'had' to fly down here from Chicago to show Serena. And since you know how much I hate taxis, I rented myself a nice little Mercedes to cruise around in. But I've been so busy that I didn't have time to go see her this afternoon. So a few minutes ago, I saw your car. You were probably in your own little world again, because you didn't hear the first twenty times that I called you! But oh my God! You have no idea how much I've missed you guys! So how are you doing? You going to propose to Serena any time soon?"
Darien just stared blankly at her. He'd never met a person that could say so much in fifteen seconds.
"What? Have I changed that much? I'm still the Amy I was before. You don't have to act so shocked!" Amy scolded lightly.
Darien shook his head to clear everything that was going through it right. "N-no, how could I forget you, Amy? So where're you off to?" He said, managing a slightly crooked smile.
"Well DUH! I'm going to Serena's! Weren't you?" Amy asked, as she ran back to her own car. "Hey, even better! I'll race you there!" She cried, as she got in the sleek black Mercedes.
Then the last thing Darien heard was the roaring of the engine before Amy speeded past him and down the stilled neighborhood.
Darien's hands gripped the steering wheel, as he watched the light of the Mercedes fade.
Maybe... just maybe... his luck was finally ready to change it's course.
There's a time to think, and there's a time to do...
'Screw thinking.'
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To be continued...
Yes... I know... Short
Sorry?
But hey! Now that I'm backk... I can start Chapter 3.... ^____^ O what fun! *rolls eyes*
Chapter: 2
Author: Ashlee Angel
Email: ashlee_c69@hotmail.com
Disclaimer - Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi..... And frankly, I'm not Naoko Takeuchi
Author's Note - HEYY! *Cough* Sorry that took so long... And I'm very aware of the fact that it's VERY late... and VERY short... But what could I do? I was away for 2 months... Don't kill me :) Welps... I hope you enjoy it, as short as it may be, and umm... Happy reading! :)
--Ashlee
PS
See? I told you I was alive :) *Sniggles*
*.:.*.:.*.:.*.:.* Chapter 2 *.:.*.:.*.:.*.:.*
"Don't go."
Serena sighed dejectedly. Wrenching her arm out of Darien's grasp, she fled...
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*3 days later*
* * *
Looking at herself in the mirror, Serena put her head in her hands. Why oh why her?
Just when she felt the tears coming, a light went on inside her.
'Who cares about Darien?' She'll just go marry Matt...
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*A year later*
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Matt and Serena married and Darien was forgotten.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Darien gets hit by a car and dies instantly.
The End
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lol.... Just kidding ^____^ I'm not 'that' cruel, am I?
(Psstt... say no)
No?
Good... Here's the REAL chapter 2!
Hope you like it!
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"Don't go."
The words came out unconsciously, and it sounded so... so pleading. He didn't care though. He just had to make sure that she stayed.
"I mean, you can at least stay for breakfast or something. You haven't eaten in two days. And you don't want your body to give out on you again... and... and... I..." he paused. "You... you haven't fully recovered from your cold yet."
He had been aiming for 'I want to get to know you better'... but he just couldn't. And he'd probably just scare her anyway.
"I... my... I was supposed to meet my boyfriend..." She said quietly. Then in a much more confident voice, "So he's probably out looking for me. I really better go."
It was a lie. It had to be, he thought. But why would she want to keep the truth from him?
He had let go of her wrist. He hadn't wanted to, but he did. She's probably right. Of course she would have a boyfriend. Why wouldn't she? Everything about her being able to help was probably his conscience thinking overboard. He was just too desperate, he wanted to catch on to any bit of hope he had.
"I'll drive you home." He said simply.
His calm exterior was back again, but he still felt somewhat dejected. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Serena. She hadn't wanted it to turn out like this, but he couldn't find out who she was, he couldn't. And she wouldn't let him.
"No. It's fine, I can drive home by myself. My car is probably near here somewhere..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes landing on...
"Is that your ring?"
Darien, startled, looked from his ring to the girl in front of him. "Well, yes, but," he hesitated. "It's a friend's too."
Now 'that' caught Serena's attention. Her curiosity building up her courage, she looked up at him. "What friend?"
He seemed to be growing... uncomfortable. Unconsciously leaning on whatever was behind him. "I... " He couldn't say he didn't know. But he did know. He was just afraid she'd... misunderstand.
"Is it from your girlfriend?" She asked when he didn't say anything else. "Well then, you don't want her to suspect anything if she comes by. And I really should get going before they start a search party."
Not giving him any time to answer, she practically ran out of his apartment... hoping the fact that he didn't come after her was a good thing.
Only after she was in the lobby did she realize that she wasn't wearing any shoes. But she was still wearing the clothes she had on when she was at the U. He didn't let her sleep in wet clothes, did he?
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*Serena's House*
'Life is Hell.' Serena told herself again as she stared blankly at the glowing screen of her computer.
Yes, that is certainly true... Of all the goddamned things...
Darien Shields of all people had to come back into her life. Not that she was complaining or anything. She was still amazed at how neutral she'd been throughout the day. No tears, no cursing, no dwelling, no nothing.
If she hadn't had to find her car barefooted, she would've thought that she felt almost happy.
Moving the mouse absentmindedly around the screen seemed to be keeping her awake for the moment. Maybe she should check her mail, talk on AIM, and maybe get to know a few new people here and there. Or go watch The Ring again.
Serena shuddered, remembering the night she watched that 'terrific' movie. Never in her life had she been so afraid to pick up the phone. She'll laugh about it eventually, but it clearly won't be any time in the near future.
The oh so familiar dinging sound came on as she clicked the grayish mailbox icon.
"You've got mail." Serena murmured, in perfect unison with the computer. The last time she checked was... gosh, at least a month ago. Of course she'd have mail.
She would suspect everything was-
Damn!
244 new emails...
Ugh! Just the deleting will keep her occupied for the rest of the night. Too bad her account didn't have the Select All, option.
Well, here goes...
'Rena_tt20 Do you have financial problems?'
"No, I don't."
'Find the love of your life at BlindDate.com'
"No thanks."
'Want to enlarge your penis safely and naturally?'
"I don't have one."
Serena bit her lip to keep from making another comment. Okay, so maybe she shouldn't look through everything...
Hmm.. Junk, junk, junk, and more junk...
Wait-
As her screen scrolled back up, her eyes caught on to the email, sent August 15th.
From Lita Woods.
Well, isn't 'that' interesting. She hadn't heard from Lita in days, weeks... months even.
Funny how Lita still has her email address. Might as well read it, staring at it won't do her any good. Opening the dark blue link, the contents of the letter began to load on the page.
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SERE! OH MY GOD! SERE! Lol, hey girl! What's up? GUESS WHAT??? I'M GOING TO ATTEND A WEDDING!!!!!!! Yeah yeah, I know what you're thinking... no biggie, right?
Welps, guess who's wedding???? AMY'S!!! Can you BELIEVE that?? Ames is gettttinnngg marrrieedd!!!!
Heehee
Hey, missed 'ya girl! I'm sure your invitation will be coming your way soon!
Ooops! I wasn't supposed to tell 'ya... heehee! oops??? OOOH! I can just sooo hyped up!
So how'ya been girlie???
Good I hope??? Has Darien proposed yet? *wink wink*
Lol... well I won't bug ya about it! Hope to hear from you soon!
----------------------------------------The one and only -------------------------------------------------Lita
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Serena shook her head, unable to keep the smile off her face. So Ames is getting married... At least 'someone's' enjoying life.
Now, if 'only' Darien would propose to her. Hell, if only he'd just... just remember her. He even had her ring... which makes things all the more complicated.
'Okay Serena, look on the bright side of things... and don't think about *him*.'
Maybe a little nap will help get her mind off of... certain issues.
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(Darien's Apartment - That Night)
Darien leaned against the railing of his balcony, taking in the slightly chilly night air. The day had gone by in a blur. And that girl, whoever she was, was gone. Maybe he should've gone after her, but she clearly didn't want anything to do with him. Still, as cliché as it may sound, he felt as if he knew her. But then again, he was desperate to find Serena...
Her father is one the most well known businessmen in the state. Her mother too. She had a brother, Samuel Terrin, who is supposedly at Yale. So why nothing about her?
He'd find her... someday. Though he still wondered if he should look for a certain someone else instead. But why do that? He didn't even have a name to go by, and she probably couldn't help him anyway.
Or maybe, just maybe... he needed to forget about Serena and just move on.
Darien breathed out a whoosh of air. This was pathetic. He wasn't getting anywhere. Perhaps a drive would help...
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Darien's hands sat almost anxiously on the steering wheel. He'd been driving for a good half an hour now and any idiot could tell that he was just wasting his time. The hood of his car was down, allowing the breeze to blow past him.
It was such a calm night, unlike yesterday.
All was silent...
"Hey DARIEN!" A high pitched shriek rang out from behind him, followed by the drill of a car horn.
Slamming down on the brake, the car swerved violently into the sidewalk, before coming to a complete stop in front of a lamppost.
A car door slammed, and before Darien could utter anything, a pair of arms surrounded his neck, crushing him to his seat.
So much for peace...
A giggly laugh sounded from his captor, as she let go of him.
Rubbing his sore neck, he took a good look at this girl. The light blue hair shown clearly through the night, as did the ring on her left hand.
"Well, don't 'you' look stupefied!" Amy laughed at the look on Darien's face. If she hadn't known better, she would've thought he didn't recognize her.
"You're wondering what I'm doing here, right? Don't worry, I'll explain. Well, first of all, I'm engaged and I just 'had' to fly down here from Chicago to show Serena. And since you know how much I hate taxis, I rented myself a nice little Mercedes to cruise around in. But I've been so busy that I didn't have time to go see her this afternoon. So a few minutes ago, I saw your car. You were probably in your own little world again, because you didn't hear the first twenty times that I called you! But oh my God! You have no idea how much I've missed you guys! So how are you doing? You going to propose to Serena any time soon?"
Darien just stared blankly at her. He'd never met a person that could say so much in fifteen seconds.
"What? Have I changed that much? I'm still the Amy I was before. You don't have to act so shocked!" Amy scolded lightly.
Darien shook his head to clear everything that was going through it right. "N-no, how could I forget you, Amy? So where're you off to?" He said, managing a slightly crooked smile.
"Well DUH! I'm going to Serena's! Weren't you?" Amy asked, as she ran back to her own car. "Hey, even better! I'll race you there!" She cried, as she got in the sleek black Mercedes.
Then the last thing Darien heard was the roaring of the engine before Amy speeded past him and down the stilled neighborhood.
Darien's hands gripped the steering wheel, as he watched the light of the Mercedes fade.
Maybe... just maybe... his luck was finally ready to change it's course.
There's a time to think, and there's a time to do...
'Screw thinking.'
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To be continued...
Yes... I know... Short
Sorry?
But hey! Now that I'm backk... I can start Chapter 3.... ^____^ O what fun! *rolls eyes*
