How To Catch A Guy
Serena Style
By: Cappuchino_Princezz
Date: 9/11/02- 10/10/02
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Standard Disclaimor Applies!!! I do NOT own Sailor Moon nor any of the
characters in it! But this story most definitely came from me!!!!!
*****************************************************************************
Author's Notes:
Yes! I have finally returned to the writing world with this latest
chapter! I'm sure you're all VERY excited about this one! hehe....you betta
be! I'm temporarily putting my first story on hold, because I've lost my
inspiration. (Don't worry.......I should be back to writing it soon....I
just need time to think a lil bit about where I want it to go from that
point) {My friend Kat told me she'd neva speak to me again if I ended it
the way I wanted..so it means that it sucked} I'm sure you're getting tired
of reading this....so.....umm.......on with the show.oops.......story!!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!!
*****************************************************************************
Chapter 3 - Cold
ReCaP:
Silver chains hung from my ears (the earrings that were
in style now) and brushed my shoulders occasionally, causing
me to think there were bugs on my skin. But, there couldn't
have been any bugs, for Seiya and I were seated in the middle
of the massive dining table, chatting among the other guests
and carrying on polite conversations. And suddenly, Seiya's
pager went off with it's soft beeping noise reaching both of
our ears. I sent him a look that I had used almost everyday.
We were always getting interrupted. On our vacation,
when we were right in the middle of my favorite movie, he
had to run to the company offices, even though it was 11 at
night, to get a few numbers for his boss, and I was left
alone for the rest of the night and half of the morning.
When he finally came back to our apartment, it was 4 in
the morning. Not even bothering to remove his jacket, he
crashed beside me on the bed and fell asleep mumbling an
apology.
And there was the same look he had always given me.
The look that clearly stated "I'm sorry" I rolled my eyes
and shook my head slightly. I can't say I was annoyed.
I was getting used to being interrupted. Over the course
of two years I had graduated and Seiya paid for me to
study different species in the rainforest for a period
of six months before finally showing up one day and
demanding I never leave his side again. And since then,
I've followed him around the world, my dreams of becoming
a famous scientist on the back burner. But, the odd thing
is, it really didn't bother me........
Nothing bothered me anymore..........
********
And so there I was, sitting in the lavishly decorated
penthouse apartment, alone. My makeup was scrubbed from my
face, and my dress had been replaced by a pair of black
silk pajama pants with a pink silk tanktop. My favorite
movie was being displayed across the screen of our
expensice and high-tech TV, but I stared through the
picture. My nose was beginning to get runny, for I heard
myself sniffle a few times. It was a terrible allergy season.
And the phone then rang, startling me from my
thoughts, or lack there of. And after a few seconds
of staring at the flashing light I reached over and
picked up the reciever, pressing the 'talk' button.
I half expected it to be Seiya, who had called to tell
me he had to fly to Casablanca or some other exotic
place on a lastminute flight and wouldn't have time
to come back and kiss me goodbye. Usually he called
from the plane. But the voice on the other end of
the line was different from Seiya's. It was feminine,
and cheery. Mina LockHart had decided to call me.
My friend since I was 4 years old - and almost a
lookalike. And, it felt good to hear her voice.
"Serena?"
"Yes?"
"Sere! It's me, Mina." her excited voice squeaked
over the line and I flinched.
"I know. I could tell by your voice." I managed
to switch the phone to my other ear, praying I wasn't
going deaf permanently.
"Do you know why I called?" she changed the subject
artfully.
"Nope. Enlighten me." I replied and leaned back
against the soft cushions of my plush couch.
"Well, next week will be the festival, and I thought
that since you missed it last year and the year before,
that you'd like to come for a visit and attend. I know
how much you loved the festival."
"It doesn't interest me much anymore, Mina. I'm
sorry that I forgot to go though."
"Serena, you have to come down!" there was an
urengcy in her voice that I suddenly detected.
"Is something wrong down there?" I asked concerned.
If there WAS something wrong, of course Mina would tell
me.
"No- not really. Everything's been pretty much
the same since you left." came Mina's reply, the cheer-
fulness gone from her voice.
"I'm sorry, Mina. I didn't mean to question you.
I'll be down there in a few days if I can manage it.
Seiya might have an appointment somewhere or some business
trip to go on, but I'll try." I hurriedly apologized to
her, hoping I hadn't hurt her feelings.
"Its alright. I'll see you in a few days then?" came
her hopeful question.
"Yes. I'll see you then." I replied.
"I'll let you go, Serena. I hope I wasn't
disturbing anything." She was back to that teasing tone.
I smiled slightly, but she could not see it through
the phone, so the smile was wasted. Or was it?
"Good bye, Mina." With that, I hung up the phone
and went to take a shower. I don't understand it, but
most of the time after I get off the phone with someone,
I have the strange urge to take a shower. Well, the
hot relaxing water did me good and when I laid my head
on the soft pillows of my large bed I shared with Seiya,
I was asleep in seconds.
*******************
** the all-knowing wonderful, talented
ExpressoHyper's Point of View **
He stood at the foot of the bed, face in the
shadows, with his tall lean, business suit-clad form
silohuetted by pale rays of moonlight. His dark blue
eyes gazed down at the sleeping form of his goddess,
who slumbered comfortably in their large bed.
'Serena, I know I'm not the one you're destined
to be with, but I can't let you go. You must hold some
affection toward me.' Tears coated his eyes but they
did not fall down his cheeks. He crept over to the
dresser and quickly drew a pair of pajama pants from
his bottom drawer. Most of the clothes in the dresser
were Serena's. He pulled a pair of dark colored sweat-
pants out of the drawer and held them to his face, inhaling
the sweet scent that he had long ago commited to memory as
belonging to only Serena. With a contented smile he replaced
the pants and crawled into bed beside the golden-haired form
of his sleeping girlfriend.
She shifted in her state of rest, as if she were going
to awaken, and then at the last second she sighed, with what
he thought to be contentment, and burried her head in her
pillow. He watched the rising and falling of her upper
body as she breathed in and out, until he fell asleep.
The morning sun assualted her eyes as she blinked in
annoyance at the amount of light that penetrated the curtains
and seeped into the room. She sat up slowly, careful not to
disturb Seiya and padded softly to the door, in which she
disappeared through.
Her eyes scanned the spacious apartment with a critical
eye. It seemed as if this was the first time she had actually
looked at her surroundings. They were foriegn to her, like she
had never been there before. And then, she pictured her old
apartment, with the constantly-ringing doorbell, small cozy
living room, and comfortable, familiar, bedroom. The apartment
she left to Mina. She blinked once more and the pictures faded
back into the apartment she was standing inside of. The apartment
she shared with Seiya.
'I'm losing it.' she muttered mentally before shaking her
head and carrying on toward the kitchen to make coffee.
*********************
The sleek black Mercadies Benz convertable slowed to a stop
in one of the arcade's parking spaces, directly infront of the
familiar glass doors. The driver opened the door and stepped out
of the car. Her slim curvacious form strolled through the doors
as they opened, her calm ocean blue eyes hidden beneathe a pair of
dark sunglasses. Long, golden-blonde hair fell to her elbows in
smooth waves and her thin form was encased in a bluejean skirt
that fell to just below her knees, light tan slip-on sandals, and
matching light tan form-fitting t-shirt. The colors brought out
her creamy-golden tan that many were sure was due to the many hours
she spent on the beach in photoshoots.
She slipped her brown leather purse straps on her shoulder and
scanned the occupants of the tiny video center and cafe.
Disappointed, for she had not been able to locate the party
she was meeting, she gracefully walked over to the counter
and took her perch on a stool. The man behind the counter
leaned on the counter and peared at her curiously.
"It's not often that we people like you here." came his
comment.
"Like who?" she inquired, turning to face him and pushing
her sunglasses up onto of her head.
"Serena?" the man jumped back as if he had seen a ghost.
"Andrew?" she responded, equally surprised.
And suddenly she was no longer sitting ontop the stool. Instead,
she was tightly wrapped in the strong arms of Andrew Franson.
********************************************************************
Well, that's it! I'm sorry this is so short and that it's taken
me this long to update it. Please bare with me, I don't work well under
pressure. Anyway......I'll write more as soon as I have time. I've got
two BIG projects due in a couple of days, so I won't have a chance to
work much until Christmas Break - and then I'll really crack down and
perhaps finish a story!! (wishful thinking I know- but I have to be
optimistic!) until then.......i'll continue to write every chance I get.
Until Next time!!!
Cappuchino_Princezz
ExpressoHyper
Sailor_Cappuchino
Lady_of_Silver
(they're all me!!)
Serena Style
By: Cappuchino_Princezz
Date: 9/11/02- 10/10/02
*****************************************************************************
Standard Disclaimor Applies!!! I do NOT own Sailor Moon nor any of the
characters in it! But this story most definitely came from me!!!!!
*****************************************************************************
Author's Notes:
Yes! I have finally returned to the writing world with this latest
chapter! I'm sure you're all VERY excited about this one! hehe....you betta
be! I'm temporarily putting my first story on hold, because I've lost my
inspiration. (Don't worry.......I should be back to writing it soon....I
just need time to think a lil bit about where I want it to go from that
point) {My friend Kat told me she'd neva speak to me again if I ended it
the way I wanted..so it means that it sucked} I'm sure you're getting tired
of reading this....so.....umm.......on with the show.oops.......story!!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!!
*****************************************************************************
Chapter 3 - Cold
ReCaP:
Silver chains hung from my ears (the earrings that were
in style now) and brushed my shoulders occasionally, causing
me to think there were bugs on my skin. But, there couldn't
have been any bugs, for Seiya and I were seated in the middle
of the massive dining table, chatting among the other guests
and carrying on polite conversations. And suddenly, Seiya's
pager went off with it's soft beeping noise reaching both of
our ears. I sent him a look that I had used almost everyday.
We were always getting interrupted. On our vacation,
when we were right in the middle of my favorite movie, he
had to run to the company offices, even though it was 11 at
night, to get a few numbers for his boss, and I was left
alone for the rest of the night and half of the morning.
When he finally came back to our apartment, it was 4 in
the morning. Not even bothering to remove his jacket, he
crashed beside me on the bed and fell asleep mumbling an
apology.
And there was the same look he had always given me.
The look that clearly stated "I'm sorry" I rolled my eyes
and shook my head slightly. I can't say I was annoyed.
I was getting used to being interrupted. Over the course
of two years I had graduated and Seiya paid for me to
study different species in the rainforest for a period
of six months before finally showing up one day and
demanding I never leave his side again. And since then,
I've followed him around the world, my dreams of becoming
a famous scientist on the back burner. But, the odd thing
is, it really didn't bother me........
Nothing bothered me anymore..........
********
And so there I was, sitting in the lavishly decorated
penthouse apartment, alone. My makeup was scrubbed from my
face, and my dress had been replaced by a pair of black
silk pajama pants with a pink silk tanktop. My favorite
movie was being displayed across the screen of our
expensice and high-tech TV, but I stared through the
picture. My nose was beginning to get runny, for I heard
myself sniffle a few times. It was a terrible allergy season.
And the phone then rang, startling me from my
thoughts, or lack there of. And after a few seconds
of staring at the flashing light I reached over and
picked up the reciever, pressing the 'talk' button.
I half expected it to be Seiya, who had called to tell
me he had to fly to Casablanca or some other exotic
place on a lastminute flight and wouldn't have time
to come back and kiss me goodbye. Usually he called
from the plane. But the voice on the other end of
the line was different from Seiya's. It was feminine,
and cheery. Mina LockHart had decided to call me.
My friend since I was 4 years old - and almost a
lookalike. And, it felt good to hear her voice.
"Serena?"
"Yes?"
"Sere! It's me, Mina." her excited voice squeaked
over the line and I flinched.
"I know. I could tell by your voice." I managed
to switch the phone to my other ear, praying I wasn't
going deaf permanently.
"Do you know why I called?" she changed the subject
artfully.
"Nope. Enlighten me." I replied and leaned back
against the soft cushions of my plush couch.
"Well, next week will be the festival, and I thought
that since you missed it last year and the year before,
that you'd like to come for a visit and attend. I know
how much you loved the festival."
"It doesn't interest me much anymore, Mina. I'm
sorry that I forgot to go though."
"Serena, you have to come down!" there was an
urengcy in her voice that I suddenly detected.
"Is something wrong down there?" I asked concerned.
If there WAS something wrong, of course Mina would tell
me.
"No- not really. Everything's been pretty much
the same since you left." came Mina's reply, the cheer-
fulness gone from her voice.
"I'm sorry, Mina. I didn't mean to question you.
I'll be down there in a few days if I can manage it.
Seiya might have an appointment somewhere or some business
trip to go on, but I'll try." I hurriedly apologized to
her, hoping I hadn't hurt her feelings.
"Its alright. I'll see you in a few days then?" came
her hopeful question.
"Yes. I'll see you then." I replied.
"I'll let you go, Serena. I hope I wasn't
disturbing anything." She was back to that teasing tone.
I smiled slightly, but she could not see it through
the phone, so the smile was wasted. Or was it?
"Good bye, Mina." With that, I hung up the phone
and went to take a shower. I don't understand it, but
most of the time after I get off the phone with someone,
I have the strange urge to take a shower. Well, the
hot relaxing water did me good and when I laid my head
on the soft pillows of my large bed I shared with Seiya,
I was asleep in seconds.
*******************
** the all-knowing wonderful, talented
ExpressoHyper's Point of View **
He stood at the foot of the bed, face in the
shadows, with his tall lean, business suit-clad form
silohuetted by pale rays of moonlight. His dark blue
eyes gazed down at the sleeping form of his goddess,
who slumbered comfortably in their large bed.
'Serena, I know I'm not the one you're destined
to be with, but I can't let you go. You must hold some
affection toward me.' Tears coated his eyes but they
did not fall down his cheeks. He crept over to the
dresser and quickly drew a pair of pajama pants from
his bottom drawer. Most of the clothes in the dresser
were Serena's. He pulled a pair of dark colored sweat-
pants out of the drawer and held them to his face, inhaling
the sweet scent that he had long ago commited to memory as
belonging to only Serena. With a contented smile he replaced
the pants and crawled into bed beside the golden-haired form
of his sleeping girlfriend.
She shifted in her state of rest, as if she were going
to awaken, and then at the last second she sighed, with what
he thought to be contentment, and burried her head in her
pillow. He watched the rising and falling of her upper
body as she breathed in and out, until he fell asleep.
The morning sun assualted her eyes as she blinked in
annoyance at the amount of light that penetrated the curtains
and seeped into the room. She sat up slowly, careful not to
disturb Seiya and padded softly to the door, in which she
disappeared through.
Her eyes scanned the spacious apartment with a critical
eye. It seemed as if this was the first time she had actually
looked at her surroundings. They were foriegn to her, like she
had never been there before. And then, she pictured her old
apartment, with the constantly-ringing doorbell, small cozy
living room, and comfortable, familiar, bedroom. The apartment
she left to Mina. She blinked once more and the pictures faded
back into the apartment she was standing inside of. The apartment
she shared with Seiya.
'I'm losing it.' she muttered mentally before shaking her
head and carrying on toward the kitchen to make coffee.
*********************
The sleek black Mercadies Benz convertable slowed to a stop
in one of the arcade's parking spaces, directly infront of the
familiar glass doors. The driver opened the door and stepped out
of the car. Her slim curvacious form strolled through the doors
as they opened, her calm ocean blue eyes hidden beneathe a pair of
dark sunglasses. Long, golden-blonde hair fell to her elbows in
smooth waves and her thin form was encased in a bluejean skirt
that fell to just below her knees, light tan slip-on sandals, and
matching light tan form-fitting t-shirt. The colors brought out
her creamy-golden tan that many were sure was due to the many hours
she spent on the beach in photoshoots.
She slipped her brown leather purse straps on her shoulder and
scanned the occupants of the tiny video center and cafe.
Disappointed, for she had not been able to locate the party
she was meeting, she gracefully walked over to the counter
and took her perch on a stool. The man behind the counter
leaned on the counter and peared at her curiously.
"It's not often that we people like you here." came his
comment.
"Like who?" she inquired, turning to face him and pushing
her sunglasses up onto of her head.
"Serena?" the man jumped back as if he had seen a ghost.
"Andrew?" she responded, equally surprised.
And suddenly she was no longer sitting ontop the stool. Instead,
she was tightly wrapped in the strong arms of Andrew Franson.
********************************************************************
Well, that's it! I'm sorry this is so short and that it's taken
me this long to update it. Please bare with me, I don't work well under
pressure. Anyway......I'll write more as soon as I have time. I've got
two BIG projects due in a couple of days, so I won't have a chance to
work much until Christmas Break - and then I'll really crack down and
perhaps finish a story!! (wishful thinking I know- but I have to be
optimistic!) until then.......i'll continue to write every chance I get.
Until Next time!!!
Cappuchino_Princezz
ExpressoHyper
Sailor_Cappuchino
Lady_of_Silver
(they're all me!!)