Title: Too Good to be True... or is it? (Sequel to Changed by an Angel)
Chapter: 1
Author: Ashlee Angel
Email: ashlee_c69@hotmail.com .
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. Author's Note - Here it is! The next HIDEOUS chapter. -_-;; Trust me, disappoint will flood you when you're done. See, I'm alive. But I've just been to sick and busy with school to update. And so this chapter is not only bad, but short. I was hoping to finish it... but it seems as if I'll have to stretch it for one more chapter. I'm really, really, really sorry about the long wait though!
Check my bio for updates? To make sure I'm alive ^_^ *sighs* Thanks you guys for reading! Your support means a great deal to me. *starts crying*
Yes, well I won't delay you any longer...
H 'n' K
-Ashlee
PS - Just a bit of confusion I've been getting from the readers. Darien was never human. He was born an angel, and when angels die or when their time is up, they become human. And as soon as they do, their star, diminishes. Hope that helps ^^; .
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. Disclaimer - Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi..... And frankly, I'm not Naoko Takeuchi
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*Serena's House*
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The idea of sleep not only sounded deliciously scrumptious to Serena at the moment, but irritably impossible. Her head was aching miserably, along with the rest of her worn out body. The nasty flu was gone, but the aftermath was just rolling in.
Now was the time she would think everything through, see things from every perspective, flip everything inside out, and get every single living thought out of her head.
'God, anything for sleep.'
Stretching out her sore limbs, Serena stared aimlessly at her ceiling. It was white.
'Wonderful observation Serena.'
She laughed inwardly at the marvelous progress she was making. Like Hell. Which brought her turn of thoughts to her last year of high school. No, it hadn't been Hell, even with the minor troubles here and there. It had been the year everything changed. The year she met Darien.
Serena had never really figured out why she wasn't "brainwashed" and why Darien had stayed longer than he should have. Perhaps that 'was' her punishment, and his as well. Maybe God had this all planned out. The rose for instance... maybe he controlled when the petals fell. Who knew?
Ugh, her head was hammering again. Not a good combination with old memories. Despite her effort to clear the turmoil, the recollections had a mind of their own. But now memories would fade, eventually, unlike problems. And right now, she had a problem. Darien, the same Darien that wasn't supposed to be alive, or so she thought, was back. It might not even 'be' Darien.
'Right Serena... it's just someone who's just as drop dead gorgeous and has your ring. Probably his evil twin from New Zealand.' Serena refrained from rolling her eyes at her own musings.
Oh, but it was him all right. No doubt about it. There was no other man in her life that could make practical nervousness look sexy. Just imagining the way he ran his hand through that tousled mass of hair brought her lips up into a smile. Yeah, it was Darien.
The corners of her mouth turned grim again, remembering that 'this' Darien didn't have a clue as to who she was. And it hurt. But perhaps, it was for the better. The less he knew about her, the less she'd have to worry.
Damn it! Why did he have to come back? She would've been just fine if she knew he was happy up in wherever the hell he lived! But no, he had to come waltzing back to where he didn't belong.
Now, she had two choices -two 'obvious' choices. One, to go on with life and just forget about ever knowing him. Or two, get him back.
Serena nudged herself up to sitting position before sliding back down again. God, she was tired. And number two sounded rather tempting. Though, as much as she'd like to have him back, she couldn't, knowing that he wouldn't remember anything they shared. She would be living a lie. Then again, so would he.
If she truly cared about him, she'd let him be. He deserved better than this. Though, she couldn't help but wonder what he remembered of his previous years in life. They couldn't have sent him down here with no memory of his childhood... That would not only confuse him, but practically lead him to crave for his past memories.
Oh wonderful! Now 'she' was confused. No, change that. Now she was even 'more' confused. Perhaps, it was time to take drastic measures. Sleeping pills.
No, she wasn't planning on killing herself, unless necessary. She just needed sleep. Good, healthy, seductive sleep. Serena forced eyelids shut. And slowly, but surely, she felt herself beginning to relax, finally.
* * *
Serena brought her eyes open at the repetitive shrilling of the telephone.
'Why now?' she thought, groping for the pink handle that 'should've' been somewhere beside her. Dragging herself to the other side of the bed, her hand found the smooth handle of her cordless.
"Hello?" she mumbled into the receiver, only to be greeted by the steady dial tone.
Huh? The confusion registered slowly as she identified the noise that had awoken her to be the chiming of bells, not the shrill of a phone. Trust 'her' hearing to fail at the worst possible times.
Now, there was only one thing in her house that chimed...
The doorbell.
Realization struck as Serena vaulted off her bed, landing rear first on the floor. The impact had pain shooting up her back, just as a soft knock sounded at her door.
"Miss Serena, you have visitors."
From the floor, she gave an exasperated sigh, and blew away the strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes.
"Thanks William, I'll be right there." Serena grumbled to the floor before hauling herself up. Sometimes, she wondered why she and timing just didn't get along.
* * *
Standing in the main hallway, Serena stopped suddenly. It occurred to her that she had no idea who it was, and she hadn't bother to ask either. She wasn't a loner, but who could be visiting her at this hour?
Shifting in her skirt, she combed a weary hand through her hair. She didn't want to look like death in front of guests. Taking a quick breath, she strode to the living room.
Confusion loomed over her features as she scanned the room before her. It was empty.
'Wonderful guests I have...'
Serena pouted, somewhat disappointed as she turned back uncertainly, only to be greeted by a soft, but flustered shriek. Arms went around her neck immediately, choking off her air supply.
"Oh my God! Goodness Christ! Serena! Oh my God! Sere! I missed you 'so' much!"
"A-a-amy?" Serena stumbled over her words, a little startled at the once 'shy' Amy's display. "A-amy, air." And strength. Since when did timid little Amy become so 'loud'?
"Oh! I'm sorry. I think I got carried away." Amy mumbled the apology, releasing Serena, and taking a good look at her old high school friend. "My, my girl. Don't you look just as gorgeous as ever! And we have a 'lot' to catch up on. I have something really important to tell you myself. But first, how are 'you'!" Amy grinned, her eyes warm. She had almost forgotten what it was like to be with one of the girls.
It was then, that Serena effectively looked at who was standing before her, and couldn't take it anymore. She didn't know what compelled her to snap, but it felt wonderful. Flinging herself in Amy's arms, the tears that had been bottled inside for so long came tumbling out.
"Oh Amy. I'm so glad to see you." Serena choked out between breaths, not knowing whether the emotions that stirred inside her were of sorrow or happiness.
"I..." she started, but stopped shortly, not sure what to say. Instead, she let herself cry, letting out two years of secreted emotions on Amy's shoulder, while her sobs racked the silence.
Never had it felt so good to lift the weight of the pain off her shoulders. There was no need for words. Trying to explain herself only made the pain cut deeper, her cries louder.
Amy's bewildered face softened as she held the emotionally wrecked blonde. She hadn't expected this, She hadn't expected this, but her heart wrenched as she witnessed the invisible wounds Serena had carried with each tear that slid down. She'd never seen Serena so distressed, so hurt. Hushing the harsh sobs until they reduced to broken, quiet whimpers, Amy closed her eyes, feeling Serena's body finally relax. Perhaps it'd be better if she got it all out...
"Sere... are you all right?"
Serena nodded her head against the warm cotton of Amy's sweater. There was no possible way she could explain everything. Not even 'she' believed it... But she was so glad to have someone there for her again, and she should've known when William said that she had visitors-
Serena drew back abruptly. Clear blue eyes met Amy's baffled ones.
Visitors. That would mean...
"Amy, are you here with your fiancé?" She asked, not bothering to hide the urgency in her voice. 'Oh please say no.'
"Of course not!" Amy replied, once again startled by the change of moods. But one look at the relieved expression that came over Serena's face made her want to laugh. "I came with yours! Or as least your soon to be..."
Serena's breath halted, leaving her to stare blankly at the girl in front of her.
Oh.
My.
God.
She looked past Amy, her gaze landing on the one person her mind refused to register. Oh please, not here, not 'now'. Someone shoot her.
The tall, brooding physique that lounged against the hallway mirror was undeniably intimidating, and undoubtedly amused. Shocked, yes, but deeply enthralled.
Damn.
"Oh Sere, you all right? You look a little pale. I met Darien on the road, so here we are! I know you're a little shocked to see me, but I wanted to surprise you about my engagement. Though, it seems as if someone else beat me to it." Amy pouted for effect, hoping to lighten the mood.
Serena looked back at Amy. She'd almost forgotten about her. Oh what was she going to 'do'?
'You weren't on the Drama Team for nothing, Serena. Just pray to God that Darien will keep his mouth shut.'
"Aw! We all know that gossip travels faster than planes, now don't we? I can worry about Darien later. Right now, I have to find a room for my guest of honor." Winking, she waved an annoyed hand in the air at Darien. "Sit, I'm going to get Amy to bed." With that, she led Amy upstairs, relief flooding her senses.
"Serena... is everything all right? Are you and Darien fighting?" Amy asked, once in the guestroom.
"Oh Amy... everything's fine. I was just so happy to you. Really. I've been so lonely without you guys around. But now that you're here, I'm fine." She knew from the way Amy looked at her that she didn't buy it.
Amy paused. Whatever Serena wasn't telling her wasn't any of her business. She didn't want to mingle where she didn't belong. Better just to let the situation lead itself. "Well... if I had known you missed me that much, I would've visited sooner."
"Well, you get some sleep. It's late and you're probably exhausted from your trip. We can do some catching up in the morning."
"All right, if you insist. And now that I think about it, I do feel kind of fatigued. You go downstairs before Darien gets lonesome. Oh, and be good. Or at least wait until I'm asleep."
Serena laughed at what Amy was hinting at. "Yes ma'am. 'Night Ames."
* * *
Once in the living room, Serena hesitated to speak up. Darien wasn't yet aware of her presence with his back towards the entrance. But he was going to see her sooner or later.
'Remember Serena, keep it cool. Don't screw up. Breathe in. Breathe out. Get this over with, and let 'nothing' show.'
"I'm glad you find the wall so fascinating." Serena said, then mentally kicking herself for saying it. Of all the things she had to say...
Darien turned at the sound of her voice. "I'd much rather look at you, Serena." He smiled.
She simply stared at him. 'Don't forget to breathe girl...' Oh how she missed his smile. The way he'd look at her, as if everything else was nonexistent.
"Look," Serena stepped towards the center of the room, jolting out of her own world of thoughts. She plopped down on the plush sofa before her knees gave out, keeping her head down. "I'm not sure how you found out where I lived, but I think it'd be better if you left."
"Okay."
Serena's head snapped up, as she watched Darien make his way past her, with not so much a glance. He wasn't actually going to--
'Doesn't look like he's going to stop any time soon, girl.'
"Wait-"
He paused. Turning, he raised a brow at her, a small smile playing his lips.
"Damn you." Serena swore. He wasn't leaving, only testing her. Damn him. "Fine, sit." She gestured the seat across from her, annoyance clear in her voice.
He followed her hand to the couch she was referring to. Which just so happened to be across the room as well. So ignoring her request, he took a seat beside her. Yes, she was alarmed, but it was worth it. He had grown somewhat attached, after watching her cry her eyes out. Not to mention that fact that this was Serena. The Serena he'd been frantic to find for the last two years. The answer to his problems.
"So..." She started.
"So..." He repeated. "You know, Amy was the one that led me here. She seems caught up in the fact that I'm your fiancé."
Goddamn it, this was awkward. "You're not my fiancé." She said simply.
"You're a girl of little words. But I'll be blunt. I don't remember you, or anyone else and... I'm sorry. All I want to know is the truth. Or anything else you know about me."
"There's really nothing to know. You and I were good friends in high school." Serena replied quietly. It wasn't necessarily a lie.
"And the ring?"
"I gave it to you for Christmas two years ago."
"I see... and why haven't I seen you these last two years?" Darien asked, knowing full well that she was avoiding the real answer.
Serena shifted uncomfortably, increasing the gap between the two of them. "You left. I don't know why and I don't know the details of it, but you left. After that, I never saw you until now."
"Why don't I remember any of this?"
"Oh, I don't know! That's what 'I' would like to know!" She snapped. "Maybe you had a temporary memory loss." She said, knowing he wasn't going to ever remember. Nothing's strong enough to bring back memories that weren't apart of his life anymore.
"Do you believe that?" Darien asked. He was missing something, and he had a feeling it was something obvious. Really obvious.
"No- Yes. I don't know! How many times do I have to tell you? You're the one that left me!" Serena shot him an exasperated look. "Oh I give up!" She said more to herself, lying down on her back, head on the armrest. She didn't care if Darien was watching. She was tired. No, make that exhausted. He could do whatever he wanted, but 'she' needed her beauty sleep.
"And your boyfriend?" Darien couldn't help but marvel the tear- streaked face. She was so beautiful, yet in so much pain and tried to conceal it. There was just something about her that captivated him.
Cracking open an eye, she peered at him suspiciously from under her lashes. "What about him?"
"Serena, I admit I'm clueless, but I'm not stupid."
"I know you're not, but-"
"But what?" Darien asked. "You're lying to yourself Serena."
"No I'm not dammit! I don't want your pity or your sympathy. I don't want you to love me because you feel it's an obligation! You left me two years ago, and now you've come back. How do you expect yourself to fit into my life anymore?" She was sitting up now, their faces too close for comfort. "I don't know you anymore."
"Do you want to?"
It was a challenge. His eyes held hers, probing them. "I..." Serena faltered, tearing her gaze away. She had forgotten how unnerving he could be.
Darien smiled. Brushing his fingers across her cheek, he held her face until she dared to look at him again. Then without waiting for an answer, his lips descended to hers.
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To be continued...
Disappointing, huh? I can't help it if my writing skills have dropped lower than they already are -.-;; And again, I'm sorry for the short and awful chapter. I'll try my best to finish it! But I promise you, that I will! Thanks again for reading! Until next time ^^; Which will hopefully be the LAST chapter...
-Ashlee
Chapter: 1
Author: Ashlee Angel
Email: ashlee_c69@hotmail.com .
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. Author's Note - Here it is! The next HIDEOUS chapter. -_-;; Trust me, disappoint will flood you when you're done. See, I'm alive. But I've just been to sick and busy with school to update. And so this chapter is not only bad, but short. I was hoping to finish it... but it seems as if I'll have to stretch it for one more chapter. I'm really, really, really sorry about the long wait though!
Check my bio for updates? To make sure I'm alive ^_^ *sighs* Thanks you guys for reading! Your support means a great deal to me. *starts crying*
Yes, well I won't delay you any longer...
H 'n' K
-Ashlee
PS - Just a bit of confusion I've been getting from the readers. Darien was never human. He was born an angel, and when angels die or when their time is up, they become human. And as soon as they do, their star, diminishes. Hope that helps ^^; .
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. Disclaimer - Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi..... And frankly, I'm not Naoko Takeuchi
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*Serena's House*
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The idea of sleep not only sounded deliciously scrumptious to Serena at the moment, but irritably impossible. Her head was aching miserably, along with the rest of her worn out body. The nasty flu was gone, but the aftermath was just rolling in.
Now was the time she would think everything through, see things from every perspective, flip everything inside out, and get every single living thought out of her head.
'God, anything for sleep.'
Stretching out her sore limbs, Serena stared aimlessly at her ceiling. It was white.
'Wonderful observation Serena.'
She laughed inwardly at the marvelous progress she was making. Like Hell. Which brought her turn of thoughts to her last year of high school. No, it hadn't been Hell, even with the minor troubles here and there. It had been the year everything changed. The year she met Darien.
Serena had never really figured out why she wasn't "brainwashed" and why Darien had stayed longer than he should have. Perhaps that 'was' her punishment, and his as well. Maybe God had this all planned out. The rose for instance... maybe he controlled when the petals fell. Who knew?
Ugh, her head was hammering again. Not a good combination with old memories. Despite her effort to clear the turmoil, the recollections had a mind of their own. But now memories would fade, eventually, unlike problems. And right now, she had a problem. Darien, the same Darien that wasn't supposed to be alive, or so she thought, was back. It might not even 'be' Darien.
'Right Serena... it's just someone who's just as drop dead gorgeous and has your ring. Probably his evil twin from New Zealand.' Serena refrained from rolling her eyes at her own musings.
Oh, but it was him all right. No doubt about it. There was no other man in her life that could make practical nervousness look sexy. Just imagining the way he ran his hand through that tousled mass of hair brought her lips up into a smile. Yeah, it was Darien.
The corners of her mouth turned grim again, remembering that 'this' Darien didn't have a clue as to who she was. And it hurt. But perhaps, it was for the better. The less he knew about her, the less she'd have to worry.
Damn it! Why did he have to come back? She would've been just fine if she knew he was happy up in wherever the hell he lived! But no, he had to come waltzing back to where he didn't belong.
Now, she had two choices -two 'obvious' choices. One, to go on with life and just forget about ever knowing him. Or two, get him back.
Serena nudged herself up to sitting position before sliding back down again. God, she was tired. And number two sounded rather tempting. Though, as much as she'd like to have him back, she couldn't, knowing that he wouldn't remember anything they shared. She would be living a lie. Then again, so would he.
If she truly cared about him, she'd let him be. He deserved better than this. Though, she couldn't help but wonder what he remembered of his previous years in life. They couldn't have sent him down here with no memory of his childhood... That would not only confuse him, but practically lead him to crave for his past memories.
Oh wonderful! Now 'she' was confused. No, change that. Now she was even 'more' confused. Perhaps, it was time to take drastic measures. Sleeping pills.
No, she wasn't planning on killing herself, unless necessary. She just needed sleep. Good, healthy, seductive sleep. Serena forced eyelids shut. And slowly, but surely, she felt herself beginning to relax, finally.
* * *
Serena brought her eyes open at the repetitive shrilling of the telephone.
'Why now?' she thought, groping for the pink handle that 'should've' been somewhere beside her. Dragging herself to the other side of the bed, her hand found the smooth handle of her cordless.
"Hello?" she mumbled into the receiver, only to be greeted by the steady dial tone.
Huh? The confusion registered slowly as she identified the noise that had awoken her to be the chiming of bells, not the shrill of a phone. Trust 'her' hearing to fail at the worst possible times.
Now, there was only one thing in her house that chimed...
The doorbell.
Realization struck as Serena vaulted off her bed, landing rear first on the floor. The impact had pain shooting up her back, just as a soft knock sounded at her door.
"Miss Serena, you have visitors."
From the floor, she gave an exasperated sigh, and blew away the strands of hair that had fallen over her eyes.
"Thanks William, I'll be right there." Serena grumbled to the floor before hauling herself up. Sometimes, she wondered why she and timing just didn't get along.
* * *
Standing in the main hallway, Serena stopped suddenly. It occurred to her that she had no idea who it was, and she hadn't bother to ask either. She wasn't a loner, but who could be visiting her at this hour?
Shifting in her skirt, she combed a weary hand through her hair. She didn't want to look like death in front of guests. Taking a quick breath, she strode to the living room.
Confusion loomed over her features as she scanned the room before her. It was empty.
'Wonderful guests I have...'
Serena pouted, somewhat disappointed as she turned back uncertainly, only to be greeted by a soft, but flustered shriek. Arms went around her neck immediately, choking off her air supply.
"Oh my God! Goodness Christ! Serena! Oh my God! Sere! I missed you 'so' much!"
"A-a-amy?" Serena stumbled over her words, a little startled at the once 'shy' Amy's display. "A-amy, air." And strength. Since when did timid little Amy become so 'loud'?
"Oh! I'm sorry. I think I got carried away." Amy mumbled the apology, releasing Serena, and taking a good look at her old high school friend. "My, my girl. Don't you look just as gorgeous as ever! And we have a 'lot' to catch up on. I have something really important to tell you myself. But first, how are 'you'!" Amy grinned, her eyes warm. She had almost forgotten what it was like to be with one of the girls.
It was then, that Serena effectively looked at who was standing before her, and couldn't take it anymore. She didn't know what compelled her to snap, but it felt wonderful. Flinging herself in Amy's arms, the tears that had been bottled inside for so long came tumbling out.
"Oh Amy. I'm so glad to see you." Serena choked out between breaths, not knowing whether the emotions that stirred inside her were of sorrow or happiness.
"I..." she started, but stopped shortly, not sure what to say. Instead, she let herself cry, letting out two years of secreted emotions on Amy's shoulder, while her sobs racked the silence.
Never had it felt so good to lift the weight of the pain off her shoulders. There was no need for words. Trying to explain herself only made the pain cut deeper, her cries louder.
Amy's bewildered face softened as she held the emotionally wrecked blonde. She hadn't expected this, She hadn't expected this, but her heart wrenched as she witnessed the invisible wounds Serena had carried with each tear that slid down. She'd never seen Serena so distressed, so hurt. Hushing the harsh sobs until they reduced to broken, quiet whimpers, Amy closed her eyes, feeling Serena's body finally relax. Perhaps it'd be better if she got it all out...
"Sere... are you all right?"
Serena nodded her head against the warm cotton of Amy's sweater. There was no possible way she could explain everything. Not even 'she' believed it... But she was so glad to have someone there for her again, and she should've known when William said that she had visitors-
Serena drew back abruptly. Clear blue eyes met Amy's baffled ones.
Visitors. That would mean...
"Amy, are you here with your fiancé?" She asked, not bothering to hide the urgency in her voice. 'Oh please say no.'
"Of course not!" Amy replied, once again startled by the change of moods. But one look at the relieved expression that came over Serena's face made her want to laugh. "I came with yours! Or as least your soon to be..."
Serena's breath halted, leaving her to stare blankly at the girl in front of her.
Oh.
My.
God.
She looked past Amy, her gaze landing on the one person her mind refused to register. Oh please, not here, not 'now'. Someone shoot her.
The tall, brooding physique that lounged against the hallway mirror was undeniably intimidating, and undoubtedly amused. Shocked, yes, but deeply enthralled.
Damn.
"Oh Sere, you all right? You look a little pale. I met Darien on the road, so here we are! I know you're a little shocked to see me, but I wanted to surprise you about my engagement. Though, it seems as if someone else beat me to it." Amy pouted for effect, hoping to lighten the mood.
Serena looked back at Amy. She'd almost forgotten about her. Oh what was she going to 'do'?
'You weren't on the Drama Team for nothing, Serena. Just pray to God that Darien will keep his mouth shut.'
"Aw! We all know that gossip travels faster than planes, now don't we? I can worry about Darien later. Right now, I have to find a room for my guest of honor." Winking, she waved an annoyed hand in the air at Darien. "Sit, I'm going to get Amy to bed." With that, she led Amy upstairs, relief flooding her senses.
"Serena... is everything all right? Are you and Darien fighting?" Amy asked, once in the guestroom.
"Oh Amy... everything's fine. I was just so happy to you. Really. I've been so lonely without you guys around. But now that you're here, I'm fine." She knew from the way Amy looked at her that she didn't buy it.
Amy paused. Whatever Serena wasn't telling her wasn't any of her business. She didn't want to mingle where she didn't belong. Better just to let the situation lead itself. "Well... if I had known you missed me that much, I would've visited sooner."
"Well, you get some sleep. It's late and you're probably exhausted from your trip. We can do some catching up in the morning."
"All right, if you insist. And now that I think about it, I do feel kind of fatigued. You go downstairs before Darien gets lonesome. Oh, and be good. Or at least wait until I'm asleep."
Serena laughed at what Amy was hinting at. "Yes ma'am. 'Night Ames."
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Once in the living room, Serena hesitated to speak up. Darien wasn't yet aware of her presence with his back towards the entrance. But he was going to see her sooner or later.
'Remember Serena, keep it cool. Don't screw up. Breathe in. Breathe out. Get this over with, and let 'nothing' show.'
"I'm glad you find the wall so fascinating." Serena said, then mentally kicking herself for saying it. Of all the things she had to say...
Darien turned at the sound of her voice. "I'd much rather look at you, Serena." He smiled.
She simply stared at him. 'Don't forget to breathe girl...' Oh how she missed his smile. The way he'd look at her, as if everything else was nonexistent.
"Look," Serena stepped towards the center of the room, jolting out of her own world of thoughts. She plopped down on the plush sofa before her knees gave out, keeping her head down. "I'm not sure how you found out where I lived, but I think it'd be better if you left."
"Okay."
Serena's head snapped up, as she watched Darien make his way past her, with not so much a glance. He wasn't actually going to--
'Doesn't look like he's going to stop any time soon, girl.'
"Wait-"
He paused. Turning, he raised a brow at her, a small smile playing his lips.
"Damn you." Serena swore. He wasn't leaving, only testing her. Damn him. "Fine, sit." She gestured the seat across from her, annoyance clear in her voice.
He followed her hand to the couch she was referring to. Which just so happened to be across the room as well. So ignoring her request, he took a seat beside her. Yes, she was alarmed, but it was worth it. He had grown somewhat attached, after watching her cry her eyes out. Not to mention that fact that this was Serena. The Serena he'd been frantic to find for the last two years. The answer to his problems.
"So..." She started.
"So..." He repeated. "You know, Amy was the one that led me here. She seems caught up in the fact that I'm your fiancé."
Goddamn it, this was awkward. "You're not my fiancé." She said simply.
"You're a girl of little words. But I'll be blunt. I don't remember you, or anyone else and... I'm sorry. All I want to know is the truth. Or anything else you know about me."
"There's really nothing to know. You and I were good friends in high school." Serena replied quietly. It wasn't necessarily a lie.
"And the ring?"
"I gave it to you for Christmas two years ago."
"I see... and why haven't I seen you these last two years?" Darien asked, knowing full well that she was avoiding the real answer.
Serena shifted uncomfortably, increasing the gap between the two of them. "You left. I don't know why and I don't know the details of it, but you left. After that, I never saw you until now."
"Why don't I remember any of this?"
"Oh, I don't know! That's what 'I' would like to know!" She snapped. "Maybe you had a temporary memory loss." She said, knowing he wasn't going to ever remember. Nothing's strong enough to bring back memories that weren't apart of his life anymore.
"Do you believe that?" Darien asked. He was missing something, and he had a feeling it was something obvious. Really obvious.
"No- Yes. I don't know! How many times do I have to tell you? You're the one that left me!" Serena shot him an exasperated look. "Oh I give up!" She said more to herself, lying down on her back, head on the armrest. She didn't care if Darien was watching. She was tired. No, make that exhausted. He could do whatever he wanted, but 'she' needed her beauty sleep.
"And your boyfriend?" Darien couldn't help but marvel the tear- streaked face. She was so beautiful, yet in so much pain and tried to conceal it. There was just something about her that captivated him.
Cracking open an eye, she peered at him suspiciously from under her lashes. "What about him?"
"Serena, I admit I'm clueless, but I'm not stupid."
"I know you're not, but-"
"But what?" Darien asked. "You're lying to yourself Serena."
"No I'm not dammit! I don't want your pity or your sympathy. I don't want you to love me because you feel it's an obligation! You left me two years ago, and now you've come back. How do you expect yourself to fit into my life anymore?" She was sitting up now, their faces too close for comfort. "I don't know you anymore."
"Do you want to?"
It was a challenge. His eyes held hers, probing them. "I..." Serena faltered, tearing her gaze away. She had forgotten how unnerving he could be.
Darien smiled. Brushing his fingers across her cheek, he held her face until she dared to look at him again. Then without waiting for an answer, his lips descended to hers.
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To be continued...
Disappointing, huh? I can't help it if my writing skills have dropped lower than they already are -.-;; And again, I'm sorry for the short and awful chapter. I'll try my best to finish it! But I promise you, that I will! Thanks again for reading! Until next time ^^; Which will hopefully be the LAST chapter...
-Ashlee
