AU: Sorry for spelling errors!!
But it was too late. He already opened the door. Serena eyes burned with embarrassment and anger as he walked in. She was laying silently, her back turned to him . . . as he closed the door behind, not seeing that she was still naked.
"Get me a towel, or something!" Serena yelled. Darine immidiatly noticed that she as as naked as possibly could be. He looked around for something like a towel. But could find nothing.
"Didn't you bring your clothes or something . . ?" he asked unsurely.
"What?" Serena said, looking up at where the towel and her clean clothes should've been. "What?!" she exclaimed right away after seeing there was nothing. "Where'd they go? I forgot them?!"
"Hey, you want me to help you up or not?" Darien interrupted, changing the subject. Serena groaned.
"Just -- just be careful and don't look at me." Serena warned. "And hurry!"
He quickly walked over to her, three steps was all. He looked at her, seeing only back, trying to figure out how to help her stand up. She was curled up tightly as a ball. The best place he could think off was under her arms and lift her up that way. Man, he thought, at least I'm her Guardian for now!
His hands reached under her arms and to make sure he was holding onto her tightly so she wouldn't slip out of his grasp, he managed to slide them deeper toward the front. Serena's eyes were shut tightly, trying not to think of what might happen. He started lifting her up slowly. She was still wet (duh)! Letting her lean against him for a second, he quickly replaced his hands more toward her front to hold her more securely.
"Ahh, Darien!!" Serena screamed, startling him. He immidiatly realized his fingers were right on her breasts. Darien quickly let go of her, not thinking she'd fall back down. "Ow, shit!" Serena shouted in pain as she landed, twisting her ankle again, on the hard floor. "God, Darien, watch what you're doing!"
"I - I'm sorry." he managed, leaning down to quickly raise her to her feet, his hands wrapped around her waist this time. He could've thought of that earlier . . .
As soon as she got a hold of the sink and could stand, he went to get a towel to cover her up for now. As he was leaving, he thought, looking back: Nice ass.
He came back with a big white towel. He threw it over her front and carried her into the living room and sat her down on his comfy couch. Serena clung to him like nothing could, trying to beat the pain with her strength. But it just made her headache worse.
"I - I'll bring your clothes." Darien said, leaving for his bedroom, remembering that he saw her clothes there while getting the towel. Serena got hold of the remote for the television and clicked it on.
Darien was back with her clothes. "Here." he said, handing them to her. "Hope you can dress yourself."
Serena rolled her eyes and genstured toward the hall. "I need privacy, you know."
"But I'm your Guardian, just like a parent from now on." Darien teased, winking. "You should learn to trust me."
"Oh, just get out." Serena said. She meant her voice to be sounding so annoyed. But behind it, she held her pain.
Darien walked away into his bedroom, and Serena finally got dressed; she pulled on her T-shirt first then her underwear and shorts. She blushed, knowing that he must've seen what kind of underwear she wore. Then she remembered. He forgot to bring her bra! Wasn't it there in that same pile? She called to him. Darien came running back.
"What is it now . . ?" he muttered.
Serena's face was flushed. She hoped he didn't see it. She had never even mentioned 'bra' in front of a guy. "Weren't there anything else?"
"Umm . . . "
"When you brought me my clothes. Was this it?" Serena explained, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Umm . . . no, at least I don't think so." He answered slowly, scratching the back of his head.
"Liar." Serena stated.
Darien stopped. "What?"
She let out a sigh of defeat. She had to let it out, now. "There was my -- bra along with the rest of the clothes you brought me." She blushed. Her face wasn't as red, though. But she still felt hot at mentioning something like this. Gee! She had to be grown-up! She's gonna go to high school next year, isn't she?
"Could've just said, gee." he looked relieved. "It's not like I'm some stranger, Serena." he sat down beside her.
Serena rolled her eyes.
Darien rolled his eyes. "Come on, be more mature already." he said.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" she spat at him angrily. He was still the creep from the arcade . . . wasn't he?
"Talk openly is what I mean." he sighed. "Alright, listen."
Serena felt like an idiot.
"I - I . . . well, thought I made a mistake taking you in." he confided. Absolutely right, Serena said to herself. "And well, now, I realize why I did so."
"So why?"
"Would you quit it?" He looked at her.
"Quit what?" She sent his glare back at him.
"This is hard for me, okay?"
"Well, why don't you forget it then?" But she really wanted to hear what he wanted to say. Why was it hard for him? He didn't seem a man with problems like these. At least that's how he looked to her . . . "A - alright, sorry, go ahead."
They both sighed. Different sighs. "Well," he took a breath. "I know why I took you in . . . because I - I like you. A lot."
Serena felt her face grow hotter each second. She felt awkward -- him saying that. First of all, she thought he didn't like her and just liked to make joked about her and her usual hair style.
Well, there was more to that. "But I still don't know why I agreed to be your Guardian." he let that breath out slowly. Serena noticed he was trying to avoid her eyes. But she was searching his, even thought she was flushed with red.
"G - Go on."
"That's easy for you to say. Okay, well, I think . . . I know, but I still can't reveal it to you. It's just -- just too -- oh, damn. Never mind." Darien stood up.
Serena's eyes followed his figure. With that way he walked away. Both of them felt awkward. But their feelings . . . they were different.
Serena wanted to get up and follow him, but all she could do was bend her knee. She felt bad all of a sudden. As if she were the one who made all the mistakes and as if she was the one who had that uneasiness. Well, she did feel uneasy herself.
Trying to forget about it, Serena turned around and clicked on the remote once. The television blarred ion her face. But Serena couldn't concentrate on the show. She found herself thinking of Darien instead. About what he was going to say but didn't. She was desperate to find out. Why? She wasn't like that all the time, so needy, was she?
"Darien?" Serena called, looking back into the hallway. In a few seconds Darien came out, a pair of black jeans was all. God, Serena thought, covering her mouth. She gulped. The way he looked at her . . . didn't make her feel better.
Without saying anything he walked casually towards her, still giving her that glare.
"W - what?" Serena managed, going over her cheek. "S - something on my face . . ?"
Her eyes uneasily followed him as he sat down beside her.
"What is it?" he asked barely above whisper.
"Um - uh . . . I . . . just . . . just wanted to say sorry -- Darien." Serena breathed. "Please -- tell me. Tell me, what is it?"
"Why do you want to know?" he replied coldly.
"I . . . just --"
He leaned over and placed his hot lips on her trembling pink lips gently. Serena moaned, trying to free herself. In every novel she read -- romance of course -- why men were supposed to be tough? And, believe it or not, Serena thought, he's stronger than I thought!
Finally giving up -- a lesson read from the novel which she did not wanna learn -- and gave in, letting his tongue explore the inner walls of her mouth. Unexpectedly, she found herself in a wrong position. He was looming over her, more likely between her legs.
Even though her body gave in, her arms were still pushing against his chest. It was long after he let go; both of them were needy of air.
A chill engulfed Serena's body for a moment as she felt a hot hand reaching beneathe her shirt. "Please -- stop. . . "
But he ignored her. She started crying out for him to stop. Unfortunately, he found his way where he wanted and, looking at her, pulled up her shirt quickly. What else was she to do to escape? She was so . . . tiny . . . against him, his huge grownup body above hers.
"No, please!" Serena's hands changed their location and were planted deeply in his dark hair when his lips were sucking on her nipple. Serena moaned beneathe him, desperate to get out.
His hands searched and found their way to the lower part of her body and slid further than just her waist. She should've put jeans in that pile of clothes. "Darien -- stop!!" She screamed.
He ignored her once again. His hands were already sliding under her underwear when a miracle happened.
The phone rang.
Please pick it up, Serena thought desperately. He isn't going to ignore it, is he? Oh, please no. How else would she be able to get away? Well, one thing for sure: after he'd be done. And that would be . . . way too late!
The phone rang the second time. And the third. And the forth before the answering machine turned on. Male voice was heard on the other line.
"Hey, Darien, I know you're in there! Pick up the damn phone!" Andrew shouted. "We have to talk, NOW!!"
He kept talking until Darien gave up and fulfilled Serena's wish. As soon as he got off of her, she quickly straightened herself and ran into his bedroom and found a pair of jeans. As fast as possible, she pulled them up, falling a couple of times. At last, she zipped her zipper and buttoned her button, and ran out the door, running past Darien, grabbing her jacket with the hope of getting out --
Darien caught her and held her close to him. Tightly, so she wouldn't escape.
"Uh-huh." he spoke, showing annoyance in his voice. "Andrew, this isn't serious, and we could've talked about this earlier. I'm -- I'm busy, hear?"
Serena could hear his friend shout, she was so close. "Yeah, I know! Probably fucking some girl you found on the street!"
That was halfway true; only he didn't find her on the street. And she wasn't a stranger anymore . . . or was she?
There was silence. Andrew broke it up quickly, "Ohh . . . so that's true, eh, Darien?"
Darien managed, "N - No. Happy? So would you fucking leave me alone?!"
"Liar." Andrew spoke nonchalantly, yet with knoledge in his voice. "As if I can't hear her, Darien."
"What?" He looked down at Serena. She reached a little beneath his shoulders. That's how tall she was, comparing to Darien.
"Aw, come on. Or else I'll tell the guys." Andrew teased.
"Andrew --" Darien started.
"Meet me at Pony in . . . 'bout five minutes." Andrew said and yawned. "Bring the girl with ya. Or else I'll tell the guys."
"Just you and me and the girl?" Darien asked, making sure.
"Yep. No one else 'll know." Assured his friend.
Darien refused, still looking down at Serena who was looking at his carpetted floor. Realizing what he had done made him wanna lie down and rest. This was NOT like him! A fifteen-year-old girl?? "I won't bring her. No way."
"Aw why?" Andrew asked in his cute puppy voice.
"Because, Andrew! And no word to the rest!" Darien shouted.
"Ohh. . . so you've actually 'been' fucking a girl when I called? Man, this is the first time I've caught you doing that over the past two years!" Andrew laughed.
Of course, Darien didn't even want to be near a girl -- at least not as close as he was to Serena that past minute -- ever since . . . Man, were those memories were tough and painful or what . . . Ever since then, he wouldn't even ask a girl out at all! And even if there were no bad memories, he would never even kiss a 'little' girl like Serena.
"Andrew, would you just shut the fuck up?" Darien yelled. He now looked at the television, which he had previously turned off.
"Fine. Me and you -- at Pony, in five mins. Bye." there was click and the line was off.
He sighed, putting the receiver back down in its place. He let go of Serena, who still just stood there beside him.
"Go. Run. Whatever you wanted to do." Darien whispered. She followed him to the couch and sat down. On the other end.
There was a long silence. Serena never sat through one like that in her whole life. It was about to break her ear drums, it was so quiet. She found Darien looking at her from the corner of his eye.
"Listen, I - I am REALLY sorry, Serena --" Darien started, breaking the silence. Serena was glad that there was no more silence in that room, for she would burst. Yet, she didn't want to hear his voice either. After what happened a while ago, everything seemed to change about him. His voice seemed sexier; that's why she did not want to hear any of it. His body seemed sexier just by taking a millisecond peek.
Serena just got up and walked away, with a hand over her head before he could even finish what he was saying.
He tried going after her, but she found a lock and locked the door to his room. Giving up, he sat back down, turning the television back on when realized that he had a meeting to go to. Oh how he didn't want to go anywhere! But then, Andrew would tell the other guys, Chad, Helios, Greg and Ken. Chad was the one who would make a big scene out of it; 'cause he was the only one so obsessed with sex for he himself never been in bed with a girl. Well, not just bed, anywhere. But he wouldn't just pick up any girl he'd find out on the street or in the bar, Pony usually. Even with his big interests in sex, he was good at picking the right girls. Only, none seemed right. None seemed good for him. Except one.
He stood up reluctantly and shut the tv off. Before leaving, he'd have to check out Serena. After putting on a shirt, he tiptoed to his bedroom door, he put his ear against it. He heard soft moans.
She was crying, her face tucked seeply in his pillow.
He sighed. "Serena -- I am so sorry. . ." he whispered, hitting his head against the wooden door. "Please, don't -- don't cry like that anymore." Then he decided to change the subject. "I - I'm going out. I'll be home in . . . in a few hours. Please don't leave. Serena -- alright? I swear I won't ever touch you like before again . . . "
With that, he walked away, shutting the main door quietly. He ran down the stairs and walked out of the building. He walked over to his car that stood nearby and stuck the key in the whole, missing a couple of times. Finally, he opened it and got it, turning the engine on, and drove off soon.
In less than five minutes, he was at the bar. Andrew greeted him, opening the door for him.
"Hey, man." he said smiling.
Darien climbed out of the car (not really, just got out), and followed his friend into the bar. There they found a seat and Andrew started the talk.
"So, who is she?" Andrew asked, a sly smile curving on his face.
"Oh shut up, Andrew." He got the wrong reply.
"What's wrong? I was hoping you'd be in a good mood. I mean -- finally finding yourself the right girl . . ." Andrew started, but stopped after seeing how upset his best friend was.
"She's not right." Darien spoke after a short silence between them. "She's totally wrong. . . "
"Huh? Then . . . why?" Andrew asked, replacing the sly grin by a confused one.
"I don't know, Andrew. She -- she -- no."
"She what? Come on," Andrew pleaded, trying to fit the same look that was all over Darien's face. "Your best friend wants to know. Promise, I won't tell anyone."
"Well, remember I told you I -- I was taking in a girl because she lost her parents?" and without an answer he continued, "well, I actually signed the papers -- and -- and now I'm her fucking Guardian . . ."
"Wait, you're not trying to say that the girl you fucked --"
"Almost," Darien corrected, sipping bear that he was offered.
"Yeah, almost, is -- wait, no way. Right?"
"Yes way. I told you." Darien said, drinking more. "And now, she's in my bedroom crying." Not knowing waht got over him, he said coldly, "I didn't even get to take off her underwear."
"So how was she?" Andrew asked. "Woah, I mean, was she . . . sexy, good, and . . ?"
Darien sipped his bear again, and so did Andrew. "I don't know how to answer that." He finally looked at Andrew.
"What? What do you mean?"
"Well . . ." he said, thinking. Then spoke quickly, "For her age, she's pretty sexy -- but totally immature." he added quickly.
"Ahh. . . so how old is this girl?" Andrew asked, that sly grin that Darien knew so well appearing on his face.
"No way." Darien shook his head. But it was no use hiding it from Andrew. His friend knew every soft spot on him, every word that would make him smile, get angry, or laugh. "F - Fifteen."
"Holy shit!" Andrew yelled on top of the shouts of the bar. Everyone turned to look at him. He looked back at them and holding up his hand said, "Oh, sorry."
"Yeah. . . " Darien agreed, finally finishing up his beer and asking for more.
"Wow . . . so . . . what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. The most important thing is for NO one to find out. Got that, Andrew?" Andrew understood: Darien knew him just perfectly, he'd tell the other guys for sure, whatever the gossip, secret or whatever is.
"Ye, ye."
"Well, I better return and make sure she's still home." Darien sighed, gulping down the whole mug of beer.
"Woah, slow down." Andrew warned. Darien quickly finished and paid. Then left the bar. As he drove home, he turned on the music full blast. Before heading for his apartment, he stopped at a gas station. Not to get gas, to buy beer. For the first time in a year.
Hell, what was going on with him? Alright, so he didn't feel so bad about what happened. But now he wished Andrew wouldn't have called and he would've been able to continue the 'session' with Serena. Even though she was so young and tiny, comparing against him.
Showing his ID to the cashier, he grabbed the bottle of beer and, handing the exact amount of money needed to her, headed out of the store. Again, turning his music on full blast he secretly drunk beer on the way home.
In no time, he was home and in his apartment, smelling like beer from head to toes. Setting the rest of the leftover beer on the coffee table in the living room, he walked over to the bedroom.
Serena was asleep on the middle of his bed. Groaning, he unzipped his jeans and pulled off his shirt. Then pulled the covers and hopped (ok, climbed) into his bed, his cold hand waking Serena up.
Before she realized what was that cold object on her warm body, she was already in her Guardian's hands.
AN: Lemon occured much earlier than I planned O.o Was that . . . alright?
But it was too late. He already opened the door. Serena eyes burned with embarrassment and anger as he walked in. She was laying silently, her back turned to him . . . as he closed the door behind, not seeing that she was still naked.
"Get me a towel, or something!" Serena yelled. Darine immidiatly noticed that she as as naked as possibly could be. He looked around for something like a towel. But could find nothing.
"Didn't you bring your clothes or something . . ?" he asked unsurely.
"What?" Serena said, looking up at where the towel and her clean clothes should've been. "What?!" she exclaimed right away after seeing there was nothing. "Where'd they go? I forgot them?!"
"Hey, you want me to help you up or not?" Darien interrupted, changing the subject. Serena groaned.
"Just -- just be careful and don't look at me." Serena warned. "And hurry!"
He quickly walked over to her, three steps was all. He looked at her, seeing only back, trying to figure out how to help her stand up. She was curled up tightly as a ball. The best place he could think off was under her arms and lift her up that way. Man, he thought, at least I'm her Guardian for now!
His hands reached under her arms and to make sure he was holding onto her tightly so she wouldn't slip out of his grasp, he managed to slide them deeper toward the front. Serena's eyes were shut tightly, trying not to think of what might happen. He started lifting her up slowly. She was still wet (duh)! Letting her lean against him for a second, he quickly replaced his hands more toward her front to hold her more securely.
"Ahh, Darien!!" Serena screamed, startling him. He immidiatly realized his fingers were right on her breasts. Darien quickly let go of her, not thinking she'd fall back down. "Ow, shit!" Serena shouted in pain as she landed, twisting her ankle again, on the hard floor. "God, Darien, watch what you're doing!"
"I - I'm sorry." he managed, leaning down to quickly raise her to her feet, his hands wrapped around her waist this time. He could've thought of that earlier . . .
As soon as she got a hold of the sink and could stand, he went to get a towel to cover her up for now. As he was leaving, he thought, looking back: Nice ass.
He came back with a big white towel. He threw it over her front and carried her into the living room and sat her down on his comfy couch. Serena clung to him like nothing could, trying to beat the pain with her strength. But it just made her headache worse.
"I - I'll bring your clothes." Darien said, leaving for his bedroom, remembering that he saw her clothes there while getting the towel. Serena got hold of the remote for the television and clicked it on.
Darien was back with her clothes. "Here." he said, handing them to her. "Hope you can dress yourself."
Serena rolled her eyes and genstured toward the hall. "I need privacy, you know."
"But I'm your Guardian, just like a parent from now on." Darien teased, winking. "You should learn to trust me."
"Oh, just get out." Serena said. She meant her voice to be sounding so annoyed. But behind it, she held her pain.
Darien walked away into his bedroom, and Serena finally got dressed; she pulled on her T-shirt first then her underwear and shorts. She blushed, knowing that he must've seen what kind of underwear she wore. Then she remembered. He forgot to bring her bra! Wasn't it there in that same pile? She called to him. Darien came running back.
"What is it now . . ?" he muttered.
Serena's face was flushed. She hoped he didn't see it. She had never even mentioned 'bra' in front of a guy. "Weren't there anything else?"
"Umm . . . "
"When you brought me my clothes. Was this it?" Serena explained, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Umm . . . no, at least I don't think so." He answered slowly, scratching the back of his head.
"Liar." Serena stated.
Darien stopped. "What?"
She let out a sigh of defeat. She had to let it out, now. "There was my -- bra along with the rest of the clothes you brought me." She blushed. Her face wasn't as red, though. But she still felt hot at mentioning something like this. Gee! She had to be grown-up! She's gonna go to high school next year, isn't she?
"Could've just said, gee." he looked relieved. "It's not like I'm some stranger, Serena." he sat down beside her.
Serena rolled her eyes.
Darien rolled his eyes. "Come on, be more mature already." he said.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" she spat at him angrily. He was still the creep from the arcade . . . wasn't he?
"Talk openly is what I mean." he sighed. "Alright, listen."
Serena felt like an idiot.
"I - I . . . well, thought I made a mistake taking you in." he confided. Absolutely right, Serena said to herself. "And well, now, I realize why I did so."
"So why?"
"Would you quit it?" He looked at her.
"Quit what?" She sent his glare back at him.
"This is hard for me, okay?"
"Well, why don't you forget it then?" But she really wanted to hear what he wanted to say. Why was it hard for him? He didn't seem a man with problems like these. At least that's how he looked to her . . . "A - alright, sorry, go ahead."
They both sighed. Different sighs. "Well," he took a breath. "I know why I took you in . . . because I - I like you. A lot."
Serena felt her face grow hotter each second. She felt awkward -- him saying that. First of all, she thought he didn't like her and just liked to make joked about her and her usual hair style.
Well, there was more to that. "But I still don't know why I agreed to be your Guardian." he let that breath out slowly. Serena noticed he was trying to avoid her eyes. But she was searching his, even thought she was flushed with red.
"G - Go on."
"That's easy for you to say. Okay, well, I think . . . I know, but I still can't reveal it to you. It's just -- just too -- oh, damn. Never mind." Darien stood up.
Serena's eyes followed his figure. With that way he walked away. Both of them felt awkward. But their feelings . . . they were different.
Serena wanted to get up and follow him, but all she could do was bend her knee. She felt bad all of a sudden. As if she were the one who made all the mistakes and as if she was the one who had that uneasiness. Well, she did feel uneasy herself.
Trying to forget about it, Serena turned around and clicked on the remote once. The television blarred ion her face. But Serena couldn't concentrate on the show. She found herself thinking of Darien instead. About what he was going to say but didn't. She was desperate to find out. Why? She wasn't like that all the time, so needy, was she?
"Darien?" Serena called, looking back into the hallway. In a few seconds Darien came out, a pair of black jeans was all. God, Serena thought, covering her mouth. She gulped. The way he looked at her . . . didn't make her feel better.
Without saying anything he walked casually towards her, still giving her that glare.
"W - what?" Serena managed, going over her cheek. "S - something on my face . . ?"
Her eyes uneasily followed him as he sat down beside her.
"What is it?" he asked barely above whisper.
"Um - uh . . . I . . . just . . . just wanted to say sorry -- Darien." Serena breathed. "Please -- tell me. Tell me, what is it?"
"Why do you want to know?" he replied coldly.
"I . . . just --"
He leaned over and placed his hot lips on her trembling pink lips gently. Serena moaned, trying to free herself. In every novel she read -- romance of course -- why men were supposed to be tough? And, believe it or not, Serena thought, he's stronger than I thought!
Finally giving up -- a lesson read from the novel which she did not wanna learn -- and gave in, letting his tongue explore the inner walls of her mouth. Unexpectedly, she found herself in a wrong position. He was looming over her, more likely between her legs.
Even though her body gave in, her arms were still pushing against his chest. It was long after he let go; both of them were needy of air.
A chill engulfed Serena's body for a moment as she felt a hot hand reaching beneathe her shirt. "Please -- stop. . . "
But he ignored her. She started crying out for him to stop. Unfortunately, he found his way where he wanted and, looking at her, pulled up her shirt quickly. What else was she to do to escape? She was so . . . tiny . . . against him, his huge grownup body above hers.
"No, please!" Serena's hands changed their location and were planted deeply in his dark hair when his lips were sucking on her nipple. Serena moaned beneathe him, desperate to get out.
His hands searched and found their way to the lower part of her body and slid further than just her waist. She should've put jeans in that pile of clothes. "Darien -- stop!!" She screamed.
He ignored her once again. His hands were already sliding under her underwear when a miracle happened.
The phone rang.
Please pick it up, Serena thought desperately. He isn't going to ignore it, is he? Oh, please no. How else would she be able to get away? Well, one thing for sure: after he'd be done. And that would be . . . way too late!
The phone rang the second time. And the third. And the forth before the answering machine turned on. Male voice was heard on the other line.
"Hey, Darien, I know you're in there! Pick up the damn phone!" Andrew shouted. "We have to talk, NOW!!"
He kept talking until Darien gave up and fulfilled Serena's wish. As soon as he got off of her, she quickly straightened herself and ran into his bedroom and found a pair of jeans. As fast as possible, she pulled them up, falling a couple of times. At last, she zipped her zipper and buttoned her button, and ran out the door, running past Darien, grabbing her jacket with the hope of getting out --
Darien caught her and held her close to him. Tightly, so she wouldn't escape.
"Uh-huh." he spoke, showing annoyance in his voice. "Andrew, this isn't serious, and we could've talked about this earlier. I'm -- I'm busy, hear?"
Serena could hear his friend shout, she was so close. "Yeah, I know! Probably fucking some girl you found on the street!"
That was halfway true; only he didn't find her on the street. And she wasn't a stranger anymore . . . or was she?
There was silence. Andrew broke it up quickly, "Ohh . . . so that's true, eh, Darien?"
Darien managed, "N - No. Happy? So would you fucking leave me alone?!"
"Liar." Andrew spoke nonchalantly, yet with knoledge in his voice. "As if I can't hear her, Darien."
"What?" He looked down at Serena. She reached a little beneath his shoulders. That's how tall she was, comparing to Darien.
"Aw, come on. Or else I'll tell the guys." Andrew teased.
"Andrew --" Darien started.
"Meet me at Pony in . . . 'bout five minutes." Andrew said and yawned. "Bring the girl with ya. Or else I'll tell the guys."
"Just you and me and the girl?" Darien asked, making sure.
"Yep. No one else 'll know." Assured his friend.
Darien refused, still looking down at Serena who was looking at his carpetted floor. Realizing what he had done made him wanna lie down and rest. This was NOT like him! A fifteen-year-old girl?? "I won't bring her. No way."
"Aw why?" Andrew asked in his cute puppy voice.
"Because, Andrew! And no word to the rest!" Darien shouted.
"Ohh. . . so you've actually 'been' fucking a girl when I called? Man, this is the first time I've caught you doing that over the past two years!" Andrew laughed.
Of course, Darien didn't even want to be near a girl -- at least not as close as he was to Serena that past minute -- ever since . . . Man, were those memories were tough and painful or what . . . Ever since then, he wouldn't even ask a girl out at all! And even if there were no bad memories, he would never even kiss a 'little' girl like Serena.
"Andrew, would you just shut the fuck up?" Darien yelled. He now looked at the television, which he had previously turned off.
"Fine. Me and you -- at Pony, in five mins. Bye." there was click and the line was off.
He sighed, putting the receiver back down in its place. He let go of Serena, who still just stood there beside him.
"Go. Run. Whatever you wanted to do." Darien whispered. She followed him to the couch and sat down. On the other end.
There was a long silence. Serena never sat through one like that in her whole life. It was about to break her ear drums, it was so quiet. She found Darien looking at her from the corner of his eye.
"Listen, I - I am REALLY sorry, Serena --" Darien started, breaking the silence. Serena was glad that there was no more silence in that room, for she would burst. Yet, she didn't want to hear his voice either. After what happened a while ago, everything seemed to change about him. His voice seemed sexier; that's why she did not want to hear any of it. His body seemed sexier just by taking a millisecond peek.
Serena just got up and walked away, with a hand over her head before he could even finish what he was saying.
He tried going after her, but she found a lock and locked the door to his room. Giving up, he sat back down, turning the television back on when realized that he had a meeting to go to. Oh how he didn't want to go anywhere! But then, Andrew would tell the other guys, Chad, Helios, Greg and Ken. Chad was the one who would make a big scene out of it; 'cause he was the only one so obsessed with sex for he himself never been in bed with a girl. Well, not just bed, anywhere. But he wouldn't just pick up any girl he'd find out on the street or in the bar, Pony usually. Even with his big interests in sex, he was good at picking the right girls. Only, none seemed right. None seemed good for him. Except one.
He stood up reluctantly and shut the tv off. Before leaving, he'd have to check out Serena. After putting on a shirt, he tiptoed to his bedroom door, he put his ear against it. He heard soft moans.
She was crying, her face tucked seeply in his pillow.
He sighed. "Serena -- I am so sorry. . ." he whispered, hitting his head against the wooden door. "Please, don't -- don't cry like that anymore." Then he decided to change the subject. "I - I'm going out. I'll be home in . . . in a few hours. Please don't leave. Serena -- alright? I swear I won't ever touch you like before again . . . "
With that, he walked away, shutting the main door quietly. He ran down the stairs and walked out of the building. He walked over to his car that stood nearby and stuck the key in the whole, missing a couple of times. Finally, he opened it and got it, turning the engine on, and drove off soon.
In less than five minutes, he was at the bar. Andrew greeted him, opening the door for him.
"Hey, man." he said smiling.
Darien climbed out of the car (not really, just got out), and followed his friend into the bar. There they found a seat and Andrew started the talk.
"So, who is she?" Andrew asked, a sly smile curving on his face.
"Oh shut up, Andrew." He got the wrong reply.
"What's wrong? I was hoping you'd be in a good mood. I mean -- finally finding yourself the right girl . . ." Andrew started, but stopped after seeing how upset his best friend was.
"She's not right." Darien spoke after a short silence between them. "She's totally wrong. . . "
"Huh? Then . . . why?" Andrew asked, replacing the sly grin by a confused one.
"I don't know, Andrew. She -- she -- no."
"She what? Come on," Andrew pleaded, trying to fit the same look that was all over Darien's face. "Your best friend wants to know. Promise, I won't tell anyone."
"Well, remember I told you I -- I was taking in a girl because she lost her parents?" and without an answer he continued, "well, I actually signed the papers -- and -- and now I'm her fucking Guardian . . ."
"Wait, you're not trying to say that the girl you fucked --"
"Almost," Darien corrected, sipping bear that he was offered.
"Yeah, almost, is -- wait, no way. Right?"
"Yes way. I told you." Darien said, drinking more. "And now, she's in my bedroom crying." Not knowing waht got over him, he said coldly, "I didn't even get to take off her underwear."
"So how was she?" Andrew asked. "Woah, I mean, was she . . . sexy, good, and . . ?"
Darien sipped his bear again, and so did Andrew. "I don't know how to answer that." He finally looked at Andrew.
"What? What do you mean?"
"Well . . ." he said, thinking. Then spoke quickly, "For her age, she's pretty sexy -- but totally immature." he added quickly.
"Ahh. . . so how old is this girl?" Andrew asked, that sly grin that Darien knew so well appearing on his face.
"No way." Darien shook his head. But it was no use hiding it from Andrew. His friend knew every soft spot on him, every word that would make him smile, get angry, or laugh. "F - Fifteen."
"Holy shit!" Andrew yelled on top of the shouts of the bar. Everyone turned to look at him. He looked back at them and holding up his hand said, "Oh, sorry."
"Yeah. . . " Darien agreed, finally finishing up his beer and asking for more.
"Wow . . . so . . . what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know. The most important thing is for NO one to find out. Got that, Andrew?" Andrew understood: Darien knew him just perfectly, he'd tell the other guys for sure, whatever the gossip, secret or whatever is.
"Ye, ye."
"Well, I better return and make sure she's still home." Darien sighed, gulping down the whole mug of beer.
"Woah, slow down." Andrew warned. Darien quickly finished and paid. Then left the bar. As he drove home, he turned on the music full blast. Before heading for his apartment, he stopped at a gas station. Not to get gas, to buy beer. For the first time in a year.
Hell, what was going on with him? Alright, so he didn't feel so bad about what happened. But now he wished Andrew wouldn't have called and he would've been able to continue the 'session' with Serena. Even though she was so young and tiny, comparing against him.
Showing his ID to the cashier, he grabbed the bottle of beer and, handing the exact amount of money needed to her, headed out of the store. Again, turning his music on full blast he secretly drunk beer on the way home.
In no time, he was home and in his apartment, smelling like beer from head to toes. Setting the rest of the leftover beer on the coffee table in the living room, he walked over to the bedroom.
Serena was asleep on the middle of his bed. Groaning, he unzipped his jeans and pulled off his shirt. Then pulled the covers and hopped (ok, climbed) into his bed, his cold hand waking Serena up.
Before she realized what was that cold object on her warm body, she was already in her Guardian's hands.
AN: Lemon occured much earlier than I planned O.o Was that . . . alright?