Author's Notes: Hey....I'm sorry this took so long to get this out, but
yeah, I've been studying like crazilla! (That's blonde for crazy) I also
won't have another chapter up for a couple week. Mid-terms start Tues. Jan
21st. So, that means no writing time for moi! Anywho, on a lighter
note....I got a me another beta reader for this story winks at beta
reader Just thought I'd let you know.....hehe...
Title: Take Care
Author: KaBunny....nobody asks
E-mail: Alexandra_Miyoko@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Chapter Three: Secrets
There was no date on the back and the girl seemed about Serena's age. Well, not really, but perhaps a few years younger. Of course, the picture looked somewhat old, but that didn't matter. She was beautiful and the smile she was wearing was of pure happiness. Whomever had taken the picture was well loved by this girl. Perhaps it was her father or maybe....her mother? But, one question kept swirling around in Serena's head......how was she connected to Darien?
Serena heard the door open down the hall, so she slid the picture back underneath the coffee table as she stood up. She continued on her journey of dusting and pretended as though she didn't see the picture or hear Darien's door open.
Darien leaned on his crutches as he stood in the doorway of the hallway, watching Serena dust. He hadn't really been taking a nap, but thinking. After he could stand no more thought, he finally emerged from his bedroom to discover his nurse cleaning his house.
She had her back to him and was dusting his desk. He knew she went grocery shopping just as he had asked because he heard her leave. When she came back he heard her put the groceries away and then come in and check on him. She had evidently been cleaning since she had put the food away.
"Hey," he muttered, to catch her attention. She whirled around and looked at him with startled eyes that asked how long he had been standing there. "Um, would you mind making me some dinner?"
"No, actually, I wouldn't. What would you like?" she asked, picking up the oil and the rag she had left on the cherry oak desktop.
"How about......a sandwich?" he questioned, heading toward the kitchen.
"I'm glad no cooking is involved in making a sandwich," she responded, following him. "You don't want to eat my cooking."
"Why's that?" he inquired, sitting down at a stool which was sat at the island in the center of the kitchen.
"I burn water," she muttered, as she opened the refrigerator. She began to pull out the cold cuts and set the on the island.
"That is chemically impossible," Darien replied, giving a small smile as Serena pulled down the bread.
"Maybe so, but I've done it. Do you use mustard or mayo?" she questioned, turning back to the refrigerator.
"Both," Darien answered, pulling bread out of the bag. He pulled a knife out of the drawer and cut the roll so he could put the cold cuts in it.
Serena set the mayo and the mustard on the island before pulling out two dishes. By the time she had done this, Darien had already cut her a roll and put the condiments on his roll. He began putting the salami on his sandwich as Serena began putting mustard and mayonnaise on her roll.
When they had both finished making their sandwiches, Serena began putting away the cold cuts as Darien took a large bite out of his sandwich. When the blonde had finished, she sat down on a stool and joined Darien in his eating. They ate in an uncomfortable silence. Darien was pondering about the subject that he had been thinking about earlier as Serena was thinking of the picture.
Serena put the dishes in the sink, muttering how she would clean them later as Darien hobbled out into the living room. He sat down on the couch and put his broken leg up onto the table.
Serena sat down next to him and turned to stare at him as he stared at the blank TV. Eventually, Darien turned to look at her out of discomfort. "Is there a reason you're staring at me?" he asked, arching his brow slightly.
"Why did you kiss me?" she questioned, looking down to her hands in her lap.
"Because.....," Darien murmured, turning to look at the TV.
"Because why?" Serena pried, suddenly bursting with courage. She looked up at him again.
"It's none of your business," he muttered, still staring at the TV.
"It *is* my business, now!" she growled, standing up and turning her back to him. She crossed her arms in the process.
"How so?" he grumbled, following her suit. He turned to face her, slightly wobbly from his lack of crutches, which were still leaning on the corner of the table seperating him and Serena.
"You kissed me if you don't remember! I have the right to know *why*! I'm also going to be here for awhile and I would like to know why you don't want to look at me," Serena stated, her back still facing him.
"It has nothing to do with you," Darien replied, sighing. "That makes it none of your business."
"When you kissed me, you made it my business," Serena answered, turning around to look at him. She went to take a step forward and tripped over the crutches. She landed on something warm and hard that made a small grunt when landed on. Serena opened her eyes to stare into Darien's who looked as though he was in pain.
"I'm *so* sorry!" Serena yelped, jumping up off of him. "I'm such a klutz. I killed my patient on my first day. I'm branded for life! How will I ever explain this to Mrs. Miller? Or what about my parents? Sorry mom, I got fired because I killed my patient on the first day. That sounds so lame! I can't believe-"
"Serena!" Darien yelled to interrupt her.
"Yes, Darien?" Serena asked, turning around to look at him sprawled out on the floor with a genuine smile on his face.
"Can you help me up, please?" he asked, still smiling as he let out a small laugh.
"Um, okay.....," she muttered, blushing slightly as she walked over to him. She helped him up and then handed him his crutches. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to trip and fall on you. It was a complete accident. I didn't hurt anything did I? Did I break your arm too? What about-"
"Serena," Darien muttered, placing a finger on her lips to silence her. He smiled genuinely again. "I'm fine. I can also see that this is going to be an interesting six months."
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Okay, I know this is a short chappy, but I felt that I HAD to at least get one out. I started this before midterms and finished this today, as in Sunday Feb 2, 03. There was a long gap in-between, but I couldn't help it. Aside from not feeling like writing, I also had too much going on at once to sit down and write. Hopefully that won't happen again for a along time. Anywho, thanks for reading!
Ja ne! ~KaBunny
Title: Take Care
Author: KaBunny....nobody asks
E-mail: Alexandra_Miyoko@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Chapter Three: Secrets
There was no date on the back and the girl seemed about Serena's age. Well, not really, but perhaps a few years younger. Of course, the picture looked somewhat old, but that didn't matter. She was beautiful and the smile she was wearing was of pure happiness. Whomever had taken the picture was well loved by this girl. Perhaps it was her father or maybe....her mother? But, one question kept swirling around in Serena's head......how was she connected to Darien?
Serena heard the door open down the hall, so she slid the picture back underneath the coffee table as she stood up. She continued on her journey of dusting and pretended as though she didn't see the picture or hear Darien's door open.
Darien leaned on his crutches as he stood in the doorway of the hallway, watching Serena dust. He hadn't really been taking a nap, but thinking. After he could stand no more thought, he finally emerged from his bedroom to discover his nurse cleaning his house.
She had her back to him and was dusting his desk. He knew she went grocery shopping just as he had asked because he heard her leave. When she came back he heard her put the groceries away and then come in and check on him. She had evidently been cleaning since she had put the food away.
"Hey," he muttered, to catch her attention. She whirled around and looked at him with startled eyes that asked how long he had been standing there. "Um, would you mind making me some dinner?"
"No, actually, I wouldn't. What would you like?" she asked, picking up the oil and the rag she had left on the cherry oak desktop.
"How about......a sandwich?" he questioned, heading toward the kitchen.
"I'm glad no cooking is involved in making a sandwich," she responded, following him. "You don't want to eat my cooking."
"Why's that?" he inquired, sitting down at a stool which was sat at the island in the center of the kitchen.
"I burn water," she muttered, as she opened the refrigerator. She began to pull out the cold cuts and set the on the island.
"That is chemically impossible," Darien replied, giving a small smile as Serena pulled down the bread.
"Maybe so, but I've done it. Do you use mustard or mayo?" she questioned, turning back to the refrigerator.
"Both," Darien answered, pulling bread out of the bag. He pulled a knife out of the drawer and cut the roll so he could put the cold cuts in it.
Serena set the mayo and the mustard on the island before pulling out two dishes. By the time she had done this, Darien had already cut her a roll and put the condiments on his roll. He began putting the salami on his sandwich as Serena began putting mustard and mayonnaise on her roll.
When they had both finished making their sandwiches, Serena began putting away the cold cuts as Darien took a large bite out of his sandwich. When the blonde had finished, she sat down on a stool and joined Darien in his eating. They ate in an uncomfortable silence. Darien was pondering about the subject that he had been thinking about earlier as Serena was thinking of the picture.
Serena put the dishes in the sink, muttering how she would clean them later as Darien hobbled out into the living room. He sat down on the couch and put his broken leg up onto the table.
Serena sat down next to him and turned to stare at him as he stared at the blank TV. Eventually, Darien turned to look at her out of discomfort. "Is there a reason you're staring at me?" he asked, arching his brow slightly.
"Why did you kiss me?" she questioned, looking down to her hands in her lap.
"Because.....," Darien murmured, turning to look at the TV.
"Because why?" Serena pried, suddenly bursting with courage. She looked up at him again.
"It's none of your business," he muttered, still staring at the TV.
"It *is* my business, now!" she growled, standing up and turning her back to him. She crossed her arms in the process.
"How so?" he grumbled, following her suit. He turned to face her, slightly wobbly from his lack of crutches, which were still leaning on the corner of the table seperating him and Serena.
"You kissed me if you don't remember! I have the right to know *why*! I'm also going to be here for awhile and I would like to know why you don't want to look at me," Serena stated, her back still facing him.
"It has nothing to do with you," Darien replied, sighing. "That makes it none of your business."
"When you kissed me, you made it my business," Serena answered, turning around to look at him. She went to take a step forward and tripped over the crutches. She landed on something warm and hard that made a small grunt when landed on. Serena opened her eyes to stare into Darien's who looked as though he was in pain.
"I'm *so* sorry!" Serena yelped, jumping up off of him. "I'm such a klutz. I killed my patient on my first day. I'm branded for life! How will I ever explain this to Mrs. Miller? Or what about my parents? Sorry mom, I got fired because I killed my patient on the first day. That sounds so lame! I can't believe-"
"Serena!" Darien yelled to interrupt her.
"Yes, Darien?" Serena asked, turning around to look at him sprawled out on the floor with a genuine smile on his face.
"Can you help me up, please?" he asked, still smiling as he let out a small laugh.
"Um, okay.....," she muttered, blushing slightly as she walked over to him. She helped him up and then handed him his crutches. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to trip and fall on you. It was a complete accident. I didn't hurt anything did I? Did I break your arm too? What about-"
"Serena," Darien muttered, placing a finger on her lips to silence her. He smiled genuinely again. "I'm fine. I can also see that this is going to be an interesting six months."
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Okay, I know this is a short chappy, but I felt that I HAD to at least get one out. I started this before midterms and finished this today, as in Sunday Feb 2, 03. There was a long gap in-between, but I couldn't help it. Aside from not feeling like writing, I also had too much going on at once to sit down and write. Hopefully that won't happen again for a along time. Anywho, thanks for reading!
Ja ne! ~KaBunny
