How To Catch A Guy
Serena Style
Chapter 5: The Festival Party
12/15/02
Author's Note:
Hey everyone! It's me again...
yeah...plz....no sighs of disappointment.
I wanna feel loved! But anywayz...I
won't bore you with any current excuses
and the like....because well..I don't
have any. This chapter is really soon
for an update...so i'm proud of myself.
Oh...and to Sailor_Sista...I use 'Chow'
for sentimental reasons. I had a Chow
who passed away last summer...and whom
I was very close to. Her name was
Mercadies...and so I will continue to
use 'chow' in her memory. It's one thing
I WON'T budge on. But thanx for the
suggestion. You didn't know...and it's
alright. I just prefer to remember her
through my work.
Carry on dear readers...
Standard Disclamer applies! I do NOT own
Sailor Moon nor the characters in it, but
this story most DEFINITELY came from MOI!
Story:
I emerged from the modeling agency with
a bag of clothes and an evelope of doubles
from the photoshoot. Sharron hadn't asked
for much. When I got there, I hadn't known
that it was for a new line of clothes featured
in Cosmo, but it really didn't bother me.
I strolled to my car and tossed the bag into
my backseat before starting the mercades and
gliding into the fast stream of traffic.
The festival was in two days, and after visiting
town, I realized that I hadn't brought proper
clothing. The weather during the festival
would most likely be chilly. I'd brought
skirts and dressy short-sleeved shirts.
Home would be a few hours plane's flight
away and I didn't want to bother Seiya, since
we'd had a little fight about me leaving for
home on a vacation type adventure.
While flowing around other cars along the
swift gleaming roadways, I spotted a mall.
Signaling to make it on the turnramp in time,
I stifled a scream and swirved as a semitruck
suddenly laid on its horn. My tires squealed
and the poor car was almost nicked by that
aweful truck. Speeding down the ramp my heart
beat began to return back to normal.
***********
Relaxing in the starbucks cafe that the mall
contained, I sipped my Iced Mocha and read
a collection of Emily Dickinson poems in a
book I had just bought at the bookstore.
Her words were rather good, and my eyes couldn't
help but be glued to the pages.
Enjoying the quiet bustle of the minor crowd,
the soft atmosphere was shattered when my cell
phone rang shrilly through the air. I never
realized how completely annoying that ring could
be.
Slipping it from my purse, I held it to my ear.
"Me." I sighed into the phone.
"I'm glad I caught you. Serena, sweetheart,
are you alright?"
"I'm fine, why do you ask?" I couldn't help
but sound aggitated. He had been leaving so many
voice mail messages that I had deemed him overprotective
and even entertained the idea of blocking his calls.
"Where are you? I called your parents and they
said they didn't even know you were in town. Is something
going on that I should know about?"
"Seiya, please, stop worrying. I didn't get a
chance to stop by my parents' house, because I'm in
New York. I-"
"NEW YORK?! What on earth are you doing there?"
He exploded.
"Sharron called yesterday and asked me to fill
in for one of her missing models. I just drove up lastnight.
I'm at the mall right now, if you must know. I wanted to
get a few outfits, because the clothes that I brought with
me don't really get along with the weather aparently. Calm
down Seiya. How was your meeting?"
"It hasn't started yet. I've been worried sick about
you. " He sighed and I rolled my eyes. Seiya tried to treat
my like precious glass. He was always cutting in during dances
with his business partners, and it seemed that wherever we went
in public, his arm was around my waist.
"Well, don't worry. I'm heading back to town again, after
I take one quick look through the last store. Are you just going
to fly home, or will you be joining me?"
"You said you wanted to go alone, so I'll fly solo on this
one. Have a good time, Sere. I'll call tomorrow to check in."
The line went dead before I could add any comment and I shoved it
into my purse muttering a few explicitives.
I laid my book in one of my bags before setting off to finish my
little shopping spree.
**************************************
My car was loaded with clothing bags and several shoe boxes as I
drove along. When I pulled into the long gravel driveway that led to
my parents' mansion, I was surprized to find several cars already
parked by the garage.
My mercadies slowed to a stop infront of the front porch and
I shut off the engine. Music and laughter could clearly be heard
coming from the backyard, and I hoped that I wouldn't be crashing any
parties.
After pulling my suitcase out of the trunk and grabbing a
few of the bags I could carry, I scrambled up the front steps and
slipped into the house. Then, it hit me. My parents were holding
a prefestival party, like they did when I was younger. I hurried
up to my old room, skillfully avoiding seeing anyone. My room was
the same way I had left it. Even the blow dryer was in the same
place, it's bandaged cord hanging off the desk. The bed was made,
it's sheets clean and fresh smelling. The soft music drifted in
through the open balcony door. Containing my smile, I skipped
like a child out onto the balcony, and peared over the railing
to overlook the party itself. The ladies were adorned in Paris's
last years fasion, and I had to smile slightly. My mother's friends
had always prided themselves on being in 'style'. My eyes caught
several waiters slipping through the crowd with trays of champaign
and snacks of every ethnic food group. They went all out for this
party.
A cold gust swept my hair infront of my face and sent chills
running along my arms. I quickly went back into my room and slipped
into a warm and comfortable outfit. The skirt was a cream prarie style,
and a over that I wore a loose longsleeved dusty rose shirt of the
same era. Gently sweeping my hair into a half-ponytail, I placed
dangling silver wire earrings in my ears, with tiny pink glass beads
that glittered in the fading sun. Slipping on simple pink flats,
I made my leave of the room and slowly decended the stairs.
The caterers made no acknowledgement of my presence, but I
was not insulted. I was contented to fade into the backgrown, though
the crowd outside fell silent upon my entry. A wave of people parted
as my mother glided towards me, her arms out-stretched, and a large
smile making her lips seem nonexistent. My father followed shortly
behind her, smiling in pure happiness. I hugged my mother slightly
before pulling away to be wrapped in my father's protective embrace.
The emotions I had long refused to feel flooded through the
gates that had been barred and chained, and I tightly held onto
him.
"I missed you, Princess. But I'm glad you're home." he
said softly in my ear, still rubbing my back as he had done when
I was upset in childhood.
"I missed you too, Daddy. And I'm glad I'm home."
He released me and I stepped away, turning to catch a waiter
walking by with a tray. Gently swipping a fulte off the tray, my
eyes locked onto a figure standing stiff like a board, across the
yard. He was tall, athletic, and had the same blonde hair as I
had seen in the film. Sammy. My heart stopped, before my feet
propelled me forward and I was hurrying across the yard, pushing
my way through couples. I stopped a few feet away from him.
He was still looking at me, an unreadable expression upon his
face.
"Sere?" he whispered, a hopeful look entering his eyes.
Tears formed in my own as I nodded slowly and held out my arms
to him. He moved forward and threw his arms around my waist,
pulling me to him in a tight hug.
"Sammy, I missed you so much." I softly whisprered,
hugging him tightly to me.
"Promise next time, next time you leave...that you'll
write. That you'll visit." He sadly gazed down at me after
pulling away. I offered a slight smile.
"Oh Sammy, I'm sorry. Really, I am. I promise I'll
write."
"Or not go away at all!" another voice interrupted.
We turned to see Mina, Lita, Amy, and Raye standing a yard
or so away from us. It was Mina who had spoken.
I beamed and lunged for Mina.
"Oh Min!" I cried into her shoulder and was enveloped
into one of our famous group hugs.
Sammy stayed with us as we chatted in the gazebo.
They were all drilling me for details about my life from the
past two years. A lot had happend, for all of us. Raye's
cousin Fiona, hadn't grown much, being only 2 at the time of
my departure, had recognised me this time. She sat in my lap,
tugging on my sleeve and playing with my skirt. The other
girls were all fasionably dressed, in simple ensembles that
displayed their respective colors. Mina was always partial
to yellow and orange, her favorite color being gold, while
Raye seemed to have a facination with fire, and preferred
dark purples and hot reds. Amy's blue hair served her well,
because nothing but shades of blue looks like it belonged on
her. With Lita, her lively green eyes and Amazonian height
made ensembles of green her style, while I could't decide on
white, cream, pink, black, and silver. I liked them all.
And suddenly, Mina froze in mid-sentence. I noticed
that the other three were looking in the same direction.
Fi noticed too, because she jumped from my lap and
ran off, crying "Uncle Bear! Uncle Bear!"
"Uncle Bear?" I repeated in confusion. Slowly, I
turned my head, and my eyes were locked onto another pair.
************************************************************
Well, after waiting so long, I'm sorry to disappoint
you with such a short chapter. As you know, I'm very
forgetful at times, and I wrote most of this chapter today,
when I took a break from cleaning my room for the Christmas
Eve Party, since it's used as a coat room during the
festivities. Well, tell me what ya think. I want REVIEWS,
E-MAILS, or PMs or I refuse to start working on another
chapter. That's right! I'm holding my story hostage!
Now send me those messages or reviews! Even if they say
that i'm a terrible writer. Atleast I'll know that you've
been reading my story. Now that I've got my story ending
in mind, I'll be quicker with the updates if you show me
you've been reading this, by making reviews. I'm not
trying to win an award or anything, I just would like to
know that I'm appreciated or atleast acknowledged as a
writer. But tell me if you liked it, loved it, hated it,
sorta liked it, dispised it even! No plot spoilers like
how you think it's going to end though plz!
Cappuchino_Princezz
expressoncream@hotmail.com
Serena Style
Chapter 5: The Festival Party
12/15/02
Author's Note:
Hey everyone! It's me again...
yeah...plz....no sighs of disappointment.
I wanna feel loved! But anywayz...I
won't bore you with any current excuses
and the like....because well..I don't
have any. This chapter is really soon
for an update...so i'm proud of myself.
Oh...and to Sailor_Sista...I use 'Chow'
for sentimental reasons. I had a Chow
who passed away last summer...and whom
I was very close to. Her name was
Mercadies...and so I will continue to
use 'chow' in her memory. It's one thing
I WON'T budge on. But thanx for the
suggestion. You didn't know...and it's
alright. I just prefer to remember her
through my work.
Carry on dear readers...
Standard Disclamer applies! I do NOT own
Sailor Moon nor the characters in it, but
this story most DEFINITELY came from MOI!
Story:
I emerged from the modeling agency with
a bag of clothes and an evelope of doubles
from the photoshoot. Sharron hadn't asked
for much. When I got there, I hadn't known
that it was for a new line of clothes featured
in Cosmo, but it really didn't bother me.
I strolled to my car and tossed the bag into
my backseat before starting the mercades and
gliding into the fast stream of traffic.
The festival was in two days, and after visiting
town, I realized that I hadn't brought proper
clothing. The weather during the festival
would most likely be chilly. I'd brought
skirts and dressy short-sleeved shirts.
Home would be a few hours plane's flight
away and I didn't want to bother Seiya, since
we'd had a little fight about me leaving for
home on a vacation type adventure.
While flowing around other cars along the
swift gleaming roadways, I spotted a mall.
Signaling to make it on the turnramp in time,
I stifled a scream and swirved as a semitruck
suddenly laid on its horn. My tires squealed
and the poor car was almost nicked by that
aweful truck. Speeding down the ramp my heart
beat began to return back to normal.
***********
Relaxing in the starbucks cafe that the mall
contained, I sipped my Iced Mocha and read
a collection of Emily Dickinson poems in a
book I had just bought at the bookstore.
Her words were rather good, and my eyes couldn't
help but be glued to the pages.
Enjoying the quiet bustle of the minor crowd,
the soft atmosphere was shattered when my cell
phone rang shrilly through the air. I never
realized how completely annoying that ring could
be.
Slipping it from my purse, I held it to my ear.
"Me." I sighed into the phone.
"I'm glad I caught you. Serena, sweetheart,
are you alright?"
"I'm fine, why do you ask?" I couldn't help
but sound aggitated. He had been leaving so many
voice mail messages that I had deemed him overprotective
and even entertained the idea of blocking his calls.
"Where are you? I called your parents and they
said they didn't even know you were in town. Is something
going on that I should know about?"
"Seiya, please, stop worrying. I didn't get a
chance to stop by my parents' house, because I'm in
New York. I-"
"NEW YORK?! What on earth are you doing there?"
He exploded.
"Sharron called yesterday and asked me to fill
in for one of her missing models. I just drove up lastnight.
I'm at the mall right now, if you must know. I wanted to
get a few outfits, because the clothes that I brought with
me don't really get along with the weather aparently. Calm
down Seiya. How was your meeting?"
"It hasn't started yet. I've been worried sick about
you. " He sighed and I rolled my eyes. Seiya tried to treat
my like precious glass. He was always cutting in during dances
with his business partners, and it seemed that wherever we went
in public, his arm was around my waist.
"Well, don't worry. I'm heading back to town again, after
I take one quick look through the last store. Are you just going
to fly home, or will you be joining me?"
"You said you wanted to go alone, so I'll fly solo on this
one. Have a good time, Sere. I'll call tomorrow to check in."
The line went dead before I could add any comment and I shoved it
into my purse muttering a few explicitives.
I laid my book in one of my bags before setting off to finish my
little shopping spree.
**************************************
My car was loaded with clothing bags and several shoe boxes as I
drove along. When I pulled into the long gravel driveway that led to
my parents' mansion, I was surprized to find several cars already
parked by the garage.
My mercadies slowed to a stop infront of the front porch and
I shut off the engine. Music and laughter could clearly be heard
coming from the backyard, and I hoped that I wouldn't be crashing any
parties.
After pulling my suitcase out of the trunk and grabbing a
few of the bags I could carry, I scrambled up the front steps and
slipped into the house. Then, it hit me. My parents were holding
a prefestival party, like they did when I was younger. I hurried
up to my old room, skillfully avoiding seeing anyone. My room was
the same way I had left it. Even the blow dryer was in the same
place, it's bandaged cord hanging off the desk. The bed was made,
it's sheets clean and fresh smelling. The soft music drifted in
through the open balcony door. Containing my smile, I skipped
like a child out onto the balcony, and peared over the railing
to overlook the party itself. The ladies were adorned in Paris's
last years fasion, and I had to smile slightly. My mother's friends
had always prided themselves on being in 'style'. My eyes caught
several waiters slipping through the crowd with trays of champaign
and snacks of every ethnic food group. They went all out for this
party.
A cold gust swept my hair infront of my face and sent chills
running along my arms. I quickly went back into my room and slipped
into a warm and comfortable outfit. The skirt was a cream prarie style,
and a over that I wore a loose longsleeved dusty rose shirt of the
same era. Gently sweeping my hair into a half-ponytail, I placed
dangling silver wire earrings in my ears, with tiny pink glass beads
that glittered in the fading sun. Slipping on simple pink flats,
I made my leave of the room and slowly decended the stairs.
The caterers made no acknowledgement of my presence, but I
was not insulted. I was contented to fade into the backgrown, though
the crowd outside fell silent upon my entry. A wave of people parted
as my mother glided towards me, her arms out-stretched, and a large
smile making her lips seem nonexistent. My father followed shortly
behind her, smiling in pure happiness. I hugged my mother slightly
before pulling away to be wrapped in my father's protective embrace.
The emotions I had long refused to feel flooded through the
gates that had been barred and chained, and I tightly held onto
him.
"I missed you, Princess. But I'm glad you're home." he
said softly in my ear, still rubbing my back as he had done when
I was upset in childhood.
"I missed you too, Daddy. And I'm glad I'm home."
He released me and I stepped away, turning to catch a waiter
walking by with a tray. Gently swipping a fulte off the tray, my
eyes locked onto a figure standing stiff like a board, across the
yard. He was tall, athletic, and had the same blonde hair as I
had seen in the film. Sammy. My heart stopped, before my feet
propelled me forward and I was hurrying across the yard, pushing
my way through couples. I stopped a few feet away from him.
He was still looking at me, an unreadable expression upon his
face.
"Sere?" he whispered, a hopeful look entering his eyes.
Tears formed in my own as I nodded slowly and held out my arms
to him. He moved forward and threw his arms around my waist,
pulling me to him in a tight hug.
"Sammy, I missed you so much." I softly whisprered,
hugging him tightly to me.
"Promise next time, next time you leave...that you'll
write. That you'll visit." He sadly gazed down at me after
pulling away. I offered a slight smile.
"Oh Sammy, I'm sorry. Really, I am. I promise I'll
write."
"Or not go away at all!" another voice interrupted.
We turned to see Mina, Lita, Amy, and Raye standing a yard
or so away from us. It was Mina who had spoken.
I beamed and lunged for Mina.
"Oh Min!" I cried into her shoulder and was enveloped
into one of our famous group hugs.
Sammy stayed with us as we chatted in the gazebo.
They were all drilling me for details about my life from the
past two years. A lot had happend, for all of us. Raye's
cousin Fiona, hadn't grown much, being only 2 at the time of
my departure, had recognised me this time. She sat in my lap,
tugging on my sleeve and playing with my skirt. The other
girls were all fasionably dressed, in simple ensembles that
displayed their respective colors. Mina was always partial
to yellow and orange, her favorite color being gold, while
Raye seemed to have a facination with fire, and preferred
dark purples and hot reds. Amy's blue hair served her well,
because nothing but shades of blue looks like it belonged on
her. With Lita, her lively green eyes and Amazonian height
made ensembles of green her style, while I could't decide on
white, cream, pink, black, and silver. I liked them all.
And suddenly, Mina froze in mid-sentence. I noticed
that the other three were looking in the same direction.
Fi noticed too, because she jumped from my lap and
ran off, crying "Uncle Bear! Uncle Bear!"
"Uncle Bear?" I repeated in confusion. Slowly, I
turned my head, and my eyes were locked onto another pair.
************************************************************
Well, after waiting so long, I'm sorry to disappoint
you with such a short chapter. As you know, I'm very
forgetful at times, and I wrote most of this chapter today,
when I took a break from cleaning my room for the Christmas
Eve Party, since it's used as a coat room during the
festivities. Well, tell me what ya think. I want REVIEWS,
E-MAILS, or PMs or I refuse to start working on another
chapter. That's right! I'm holding my story hostage!
Now send me those messages or reviews! Even if they say
that i'm a terrible writer. Atleast I'll know that you've
been reading my story. Now that I've got my story ending
in mind, I'll be quicker with the updates if you show me
you've been reading this, by making reviews. I'm not
trying to win an award or anything, I just would like to
know that I'm appreciated or atleast acknowledged as a
writer. But tell me if you liked it, loved it, hated it,
sorta liked it, dispised it even! No plot spoilers like
how you think it's going to end though plz!
Cappuchino_Princezz
expressoncream@hotmail.com