The tears ran down Serena's face, running her new make up,
downing her entire appearance. She didn't care. It was hard to run in
her high heels and it was also something she wasn't entirely used to. She tripped,
fell to the ground, and kept running. She gave no thought to her dress
or her shoes or anything but the fact that her best friend had just
ruined her life. And she had told him that she loved him.
The tears ran down faster. Serena wasn't used to crying and the
heartache she felt building was telling that she wouldn't do this
anymore. Not that she could help it this time.
She ran a good 1 ½ miles to her house and arrived 35 minutes
later. Serena limped to the door, her feet barely able to hold her up.
She was still heartbroken and decided that the suffering of her feet
was punishment enough for her stupidity. She was still dwelling on the
fact the she had told Darien she loved him.
Limping to the door, she felt for a pocket in her dress to get
her keys. She frowned when she didn't immediately find anything. There
had to be a pocket in this dress. Sweat was pouring down Serena's
forehead as she realized her blunder and she cursed under breath. She
didn't have any pocket's in the damn dress. She wanted to rip the dress
to shreds she was so angry.
Serena almost cried just for the pitiful state she was in. Her
hair was hot and drenched in her sweat from running. Her precious
purple high heels were coming apart and her feet hurt like hell. Her
dress somehow managed to survive the whole endeavor, much to Serena's
anger, and she was sore.
Exausted and too angry to do anything else, Serena sat on her
porch bench. It was a swing bench painted white, and Serena was
thankful for it. She didn't want to go and get her purse. She wanted to
die. Asking god for a moment of peace, Serena closed her eyes on the
porch swing.
She didn't hear the car pull up, nor did she hear the door close
in the red convertible.
Darien got out of his red convertible, purse in hand and looked
to the porch to see Serena, beautiful in her purple dress, lying down
on the seat. Careful not to make any noise, Darien walked up to Serena.
Her curls were less of a curl and looked wavy. Her hair was still in
the style she had it at the dance. Darien thought she looked beautiful.
'I love you'. Darien saw the whole scene in his head for the
thousandth time that night and he felt the familiar clenching in his
stomach. Serena loved him. His best friend, who punched him in the nose
when he called her a sissy in the third grade. The one who knew all of
his tricks in basketball. The one who always cheated in football. The
one…
Darien groaned deep in his throat and heard Serena's dress
ruffle. Uh-oh, he thought as he saw her slowly open her eyes. He braced
himself, ready for any and everything.
Serena blinked several times and winced at the pain in her feet.
Damn shoes! She realized she must have fell down when she fell alsleep
and slowly lifted herself up. The sight that met her eyes made her want
to dissapear.
Darien was in front of her, immaculately dressed in the same tux
from the dance. His hair was dishieveled making him more handsome than
ususal. He looked taller and Serena suddenly felt… intimidated.
Somtehing she never felt from Darien. She remembered her declaration of
love and groaned.
She looked up into his face and saw his piercing blue eyes
staring straight back into hers. She sucked in a breath and hoped her
face didn't betray her.
"Darien," she said as she lifted a timid hand to her face, "I'm
sorry," she whispered. She felt her eyes fill and determinedly stoped
the waterworks. No more tears for her. That was over and done with.
Darien was studying Serena and Serena had a sudden urge to check
her hair. She almost laughed, it was so absurd. She never even thought
about her hair. Not until about 7 days ago, Serena reminded herself.
Darien's face was blank, devoid of any emotion. Serena wanted to
make him say anything, not just study her like she was…
Serena felt nauseous. She wanted to cry again. She realized that
he was rejecting her. He didn't like her anymore. He didn't even want
to be her friend. Serena closed her eyes, still aware of Darien's
intense study. He just had to be her friend. She felt a pang of worry
in her stomach at just the thought of losing her best friend. If only
he would forget what she said, maybe he would be her friend.
Serena stopped herself in her train of thought. What the hell was
she doing? She was acting like some witless female. NO, this was
unacceptable. She couldn't go around thinking like some weak wiled female. Girls clothing
didn't change personalities. Wearing a dress didn't mean that she wasn't the same person.
Angered that Darien would jeopardize their friendship
just because of her declaration of love, she jumped up.
Anger sparked in her eyes.
"Who the fuck do you think you are Darien Endymion Shields?? What
the fuck do you think your doing?!? I mean I did say that I loved you
but it doesn't mean you have to throw our whole friendship away. Just
because something as simple as words and some feelings came between us
doesn't mean anything you hear?"
Darien smiled. Ah, he thought in relief, his Serena was back. He
opened his mouth to say something but Serena was on a roll.
"And I don't care if you don't love me either. I can accept it.
But, we have been friends forever and your not going to change all of
that just because I admitted my feelings for you. I'll probably get
over it. It doesn't matter,"
Darien opened his mouth again but it was no use. Serena continued
on.
"And if you think that just because I'm' in a stupid dress and I
don't have a fucking hat on that your some kind of male superior, think
again. I ran 1 1/2 miles in these shoes," she said gesturing to her
worn out shoes, "and I can still kick your ass. Well, maybe not kick it
all the way but I can get in a few blows. And you better stop looking
at me like whatever because you are becoming quite the bastard Darien.
I mean, you were just looking at me like... I don't even know but I
know it wasn't good… was it?"
Darien couldn't help it. He laughed. When he saw Serena's face,
he laughed again. He clutched his sides and fell onto the bench beside
her.
"What the fuck is so funny Darien?" Serena was angered beyond
words and she had her haughty I am better you look on. Darien smiled at
Serena and she was suddenly relieved that she wasn't standing up for
she would have fell to the chair, her knees felt like jelly.
He smiled at her tenderly. "Serena," he said, looking at her with
feelings that Serena couldn't read in his eyes. "I will always be your
best friend,"
Serena smiled tremendously and Darien suddenly felt a click. His
heart warmed up and he realized why he didn't like any of his other
girlfriends. They werent Serena and they would never measure up to Serena.
Serena was the one he wanted. She was his missing link.
She didn't make him yearn for more or feel as if the relationship was
missing that something like all of his other girlfriends did.
The love shone in his eyes as he looked at Serena. "Serena, I
think I love you too," he said, his voice gentle.
Tears filled Serena's eyes, not of sadness but of happiness.
Darien loved her? Her best friend was in love with her too? This was
too great.
Darien's head moved toward Serena's and he brought his head down
to kiss her. Their lips met and they both heard a faint clink. I love
you, they both thought, and sank deeper into the kiss.
THE END????
downing her entire appearance. She didn't care. It was hard to run in
her high heels and it was also something she wasn't entirely used to. She tripped,
fell to the ground, and kept running. She gave no thought to her dress
or her shoes or anything but the fact that her best friend had just
ruined her life. And she had told him that she loved him.
The tears ran down faster. Serena wasn't used to crying and the
heartache she felt building was telling that she wouldn't do this
anymore. Not that she could help it this time.
She ran a good 1 ½ miles to her house and arrived 35 minutes
later. Serena limped to the door, her feet barely able to hold her up.
She was still heartbroken and decided that the suffering of her feet
was punishment enough for her stupidity. She was still dwelling on the
fact the she had told Darien she loved him.
Limping to the door, she felt for a pocket in her dress to get
her keys. She frowned when she didn't immediately find anything. There
had to be a pocket in this dress. Sweat was pouring down Serena's
forehead as she realized her blunder and she cursed under breath. She
didn't have any pocket's in the damn dress. She wanted to rip the dress
to shreds she was so angry.
Serena almost cried just for the pitiful state she was in. Her
hair was hot and drenched in her sweat from running. Her precious
purple high heels were coming apart and her feet hurt like hell. Her
dress somehow managed to survive the whole endeavor, much to Serena's
anger, and she was sore.
Exausted and too angry to do anything else, Serena sat on her
porch bench. It was a swing bench painted white, and Serena was
thankful for it. She didn't want to go and get her purse. She wanted to
die. Asking god for a moment of peace, Serena closed her eyes on the
porch swing.
She didn't hear the car pull up, nor did she hear the door close
in the red convertible.
Darien got out of his red convertible, purse in hand and looked
to the porch to see Serena, beautiful in her purple dress, lying down
on the seat. Careful not to make any noise, Darien walked up to Serena.
Her curls were less of a curl and looked wavy. Her hair was still in
the style she had it at the dance. Darien thought she looked beautiful.
'I love you'. Darien saw the whole scene in his head for the
thousandth time that night and he felt the familiar clenching in his
stomach. Serena loved him. His best friend, who punched him in the nose
when he called her a sissy in the third grade. The one who knew all of
his tricks in basketball. The one who always cheated in football. The
one…
Darien groaned deep in his throat and heard Serena's dress
ruffle. Uh-oh, he thought as he saw her slowly open her eyes. He braced
himself, ready for any and everything.
Serena blinked several times and winced at the pain in her feet.
Damn shoes! She realized she must have fell down when she fell alsleep
and slowly lifted herself up. The sight that met her eyes made her want
to dissapear.
Darien was in front of her, immaculately dressed in the same tux
from the dance. His hair was dishieveled making him more handsome than
ususal. He looked taller and Serena suddenly felt… intimidated.
Somtehing she never felt from Darien. She remembered her declaration of
love and groaned.
She looked up into his face and saw his piercing blue eyes
staring straight back into hers. She sucked in a breath and hoped her
face didn't betray her.
"Darien," she said as she lifted a timid hand to her face, "I'm
sorry," she whispered. She felt her eyes fill and determinedly stoped
the waterworks. No more tears for her. That was over and done with.
Darien was studying Serena and Serena had a sudden urge to check
her hair. She almost laughed, it was so absurd. She never even thought
about her hair. Not until about 7 days ago, Serena reminded herself.
Darien's face was blank, devoid of any emotion. Serena wanted to
make him say anything, not just study her like she was…
Serena felt nauseous. She wanted to cry again. She realized that
he was rejecting her. He didn't like her anymore. He didn't even want
to be her friend. Serena closed her eyes, still aware of Darien's
intense study. He just had to be her friend. She felt a pang of worry
in her stomach at just the thought of losing her best friend. If only
he would forget what she said, maybe he would be her friend.
Serena stopped herself in her train of thought. What the hell was
she doing? She was acting like some witless female. NO, this was
unacceptable. She couldn't go around thinking like some weak wiled female. Girls clothing
didn't change personalities. Wearing a dress didn't mean that she wasn't the same person.
Angered that Darien would jeopardize their friendship
just because of her declaration of love, she jumped up.
Anger sparked in her eyes.
"Who the fuck do you think you are Darien Endymion Shields?? What
the fuck do you think your doing?!? I mean I did say that I loved you
but it doesn't mean you have to throw our whole friendship away. Just
because something as simple as words and some feelings came between us
doesn't mean anything you hear?"
Darien smiled. Ah, he thought in relief, his Serena was back. He
opened his mouth to say something but Serena was on a roll.
"And I don't care if you don't love me either. I can accept it.
But, we have been friends forever and your not going to change all of
that just because I admitted my feelings for you. I'll probably get
over it. It doesn't matter,"
Darien opened his mouth again but it was no use. Serena continued
on.
"And if you think that just because I'm' in a stupid dress and I
don't have a fucking hat on that your some kind of male superior, think
again. I ran 1 1/2 miles in these shoes," she said gesturing to her
worn out shoes, "and I can still kick your ass. Well, maybe not kick it
all the way but I can get in a few blows. And you better stop looking
at me like whatever because you are becoming quite the bastard Darien.
I mean, you were just looking at me like... I don't even know but I
know it wasn't good… was it?"
Darien couldn't help it. He laughed. When he saw Serena's face,
he laughed again. He clutched his sides and fell onto the bench beside
her.
"What the fuck is so funny Darien?" Serena was angered beyond
words and she had her haughty I am better you look on. Darien smiled at
Serena and she was suddenly relieved that she wasn't standing up for
she would have fell to the chair, her knees felt like jelly.
He smiled at her tenderly. "Serena," he said, looking at her with
feelings that Serena couldn't read in his eyes. "I will always be your
best friend,"
Serena smiled tremendously and Darien suddenly felt a click. His
heart warmed up and he realized why he didn't like any of his other
girlfriends. They werent Serena and they would never measure up to Serena.
Serena was the one he wanted. She was his missing link.
She didn't make him yearn for more or feel as if the relationship was
missing that something like all of his other girlfriends did.
The love shone in his eyes as he looked at Serena. "Serena, I
think I love you too," he said, his voice gentle.
Tears filled Serena's eyes, not of sadness but of happiness.
Darien loved her? Her best friend was in love with her too? This was
too great.
Darien's head moved toward Serena's and he brought his head down
to kiss her. Their lips met and they both heard a faint clink. I love
you, they both thought, and sank deeper into the kiss.
THE END????