A Night at the Movies
Chapter 1
Darien stepped from his car and was greeted by MANY teenage feminine sighs. He shook his head, thinking,
"Why did I let Andrew talk me into this?"
The movie was good but it was on of those one couldn't see twice within a few days. Suddenly, he caught sight of Andrew and Rita talking to four EXTREMLY familiar girls. He walked forward a bit, yep, one had blue hair, another black, there was a tall brunette Amazon, and a beach blond whose hair was pulled back by a red bow,
"What are Meatball Head's friends doing here?"
"Darien!" Andrew called, waving his friend over.
"Hey everyone," Darien said as he came up, "I take it we're all going to the same movie?"
"You bet!" Raye said.
"We're really lucky, you guys," Rita said, "My parents came early this morning to buy tickets for this showing but it was all sold out!"
"Yeah, if it weren't for Serena, we'd all be home moaning and groaning about having nothing to do Friday night," Lita said.
"Serena?" Darien repeated, surprised.
"Yes," Amy replied, finally putting her book away, "Serena got a job working at the snack counter here and was lucky to get some tickets and offer them to us."
Darien had barely had time to comprehend that Serena was working there and Andrew was trying to be matchmaker again, when the doors opened and the crowd pushed him into the movie theater's lobby.
~ Darien's POV~
I entered the well-known movie theater's lobby. I'd been here often enough, when I was in the orphanage, I would spend all day at the movies, moving from one showing to the next. It was still the same as it had been when I was a boy, the same purple carpet, the same blue walls, and wooden benches. The thing that caught my eye though was the little golden angel, happily chatting with her friends, from behind the snack counter. She moved gracefully between the popcorn, hotdogs, sodas and all the other food her friends were ordering, all the while keeping up a steady stream of talk. My Serena, still as beautiful, bright, and cheerful as- wait a sec. MY Serena?!?! Where did that 'my' come from? Do I have a crush on my little Meatball Head? There's that 'my' again.
Stupid annoying word, my head said, fuming.
But that's the way you want it, my heart whispered back, you WANT her to be yours.
She hates me, my head said stubbornly.
No she doesn't, my heart replied, she just doesn't know you, let her.
Heart: 1, Head: 0, I thought and began walking over.
~Serena's POV~
My friends were just chatting happily when I felt HIS eyes on me. I knew them perfectly, could see them in my mind whenever I close my eyes, a deep blue, the color of the sea during a storm. I did my best to ignore him but it wasn't working. Just relax, Serena, breathe. Sure, he's tall, dark, cool, and handsome, (sigh) I'd love for him to be my boyfriend. Did I just say that? OH MY GOD!?! Do I have a crush on Darien? No, no, no, and.um. NO!!! My head is screaming but my heart is refusing to listen.
He's an egocentric, intolerable, stupid, annoying, jerk, who teases you about your hair, my head said forcefully.
He can be really sweet, my heart replied ever so softly, remember that time when you were sick and he sent you flowers?
Yeah, addressed to Meatball Head, my head scorned, besides, you can't have a boyfriend. What if you're on a date and Sailor Moon was needed?
I think he'd understand, my heart replied.
Great, I thought, regaining control of myself, my head and heart are arguing about whether or not I have a crush on Darien.
Well, we'd better come to a decision, my head said, because he's heading this way!!
Oh, don't you just LOVE that quirky little smile of his? My heart asked, melting.
Shut up! My head hissed, closing the argument for a moment.
Darien casually walked over to Serena,
"Hey, Meatball Head."
"Darien," she sighed, "My name is SERENA, now please, I'm working." She lowered her voice, "My boss is over there so PLEASE order something."
"Alright, just for you," Darien grinned, "Get me a small popcorn, a large frozen coke, and a bag of peanut butter M&M's."
"Coming right up, sir."
Darien watched her move, smiling slightly once more; she was so graceful behind that counter, so sure of herself. As far as he knew, she hadn't had one klutz attack all night. She placed his food on the counter, startling him out of his revere,
"That'll be.um.one sec.uh. oh there it is! Six dollars and eighty five cents."
He chuckled at her quirkiness,
"Thanks, Sere, I'll see you later."
Serena just stood watching him in shock. He was the last person to go into the theater cause he had been out here.
"He called me Sere," she whispered and felt herself blush at the thought.
Half an hour later.
Darien was fidgeting again. It was a really sappy part of the movie he had adored the first time.
"The only reason I liked it was because I'd like to sweep Serena off her feet like that," he thought, "That's probably why I can't concentrate, knowing my own little angel is out there right now, probably leaning against the counter reading a comic book."
With this thought in mind, Darien got up. Leave it to Andrew to leave Darien with the aisle seat, so he could go do what he was about to do. Stepping out of the double doors, Darien blinked as the lights hit his eyes, which were used to the dark of the theater. True to his thoughts, Serena was leaning against the counter, reading a comic book and eating some popcorn. She didn't seem to hear him walk up so when she glanced up and saw him, she did what any other rational teenage girl would do when the guy of her dreams appeared, somewhat magically, in front of her, she freaked, "AHH!!!"
"Relax, Serena, it's only me."
"Geez, Darien, you scared me half to death!"
"Only half?"
Serena stuck her tongue out,
"So, what brings you out of the number one movie of the year?"
"I've already seen it."
"Really?" Serena asked, interested, "I thought I was the only one!"
"Huh?"
"Oh, everyone who works here gets to see the movies before they come out, we all gather round and watch them like in the morning or we slip into the midnight showing! For free!"
Darien laughed,
"You love the movies, don't you, Serena?"
She sighed, melodramatically,
"Yeah, I don't know, maybe this will sound weird," she glanced down at the counter and then at Darien, "But I feel safe at the movies, ya know? All the bad stuff that happens outside, people getting hurt, dying, and everything, you can just forget it. You can't get hurt watching a movie and you can share movies with someone special. It's also a good way to communicate your feelings. Like, if you're mad, watch a comedy, if you want to tell someone that you like them, drag them (if necessary) to a romance. Do you get what I'm trying to say?"
"Perfectly," Darien replied with a nod, "going to the movies always made me feel better when I was a kid."
"Really?"
"Really, see, after my parents died and I was sent to the orphanage, I always felt alone. And, as you put it, the movies made me feel safe."
"Looks like we have something in common."
"Yeah."
They were silent for a moment, then, slowly, Darien began to move towards Serena. He lowered his head, and she lifted hers.
"Oh my god! He's gonna kiss me!" Serena thought.
"Oh my god! I'm going to kiss her!" Darien thought.
Darien stepped from his car and was greeted by MANY teenage feminine sighs. He shook his head, thinking,
"Why did I let Andrew talk me into this?"
The movie was good but it was on of those one couldn't see twice within a few days. Suddenly, he caught sight of Andrew and Rita talking to four EXTREMLY familiar girls. He walked forward a bit, yep, one had blue hair, another black, there was a tall brunette Amazon, and a beach blond whose hair was pulled back by a red bow,
"What are Meatball Head's friends doing here?"
"Darien!" Andrew called, waving his friend over.
"Hey everyone," Darien said as he came up, "I take it we're all going to the same movie?"
"You bet!" Raye said.
"We're really lucky, you guys," Rita said, "My parents came early this morning to buy tickets for this showing but it was all sold out!"
"Yeah, if it weren't for Serena, we'd all be home moaning and groaning about having nothing to do Friday night," Lita said.
"Serena?" Darien repeated, surprised.
"Yes," Amy replied, finally putting her book away, "Serena got a job working at the snack counter here and was lucky to get some tickets and offer them to us."
Darien had barely had time to comprehend that Serena was working there and Andrew was trying to be matchmaker again, when the doors opened and the crowd pushed him into the movie theater's lobby.
~ Darien's POV~
I entered the well-known movie theater's lobby. I'd been here often enough, when I was in the orphanage, I would spend all day at the movies, moving from one showing to the next. It was still the same as it had been when I was a boy, the same purple carpet, the same blue walls, and wooden benches. The thing that caught my eye though was the little golden angel, happily chatting with her friends, from behind the snack counter. She moved gracefully between the popcorn, hotdogs, sodas and all the other food her friends were ordering, all the while keeping up a steady stream of talk. My Serena, still as beautiful, bright, and cheerful as- wait a sec. MY Serena?!?! Where did that 'my' come from? Do I have a crush on my little Meatball Head? There's that 'my' again.
Stupid annoying word, my head said, fuming.
But that's the way you want it, my heart whispered back, you WANT her to be yours.
She hates me, my head said stubbornly.
No she doesn't, my heart replied, she just doesn't know you, let her.
Heart: 1, Head: 0, I thought and began walking over.
~Serena's POV~
My friends were just chatting happily when I felt HIS eyes on me. I knew them perfectly, could see them in my mind whenever I close my eyes, a deep blue, the color of the sea during a storm. I did my best to ignore him but it wasn't working. Just relax, Serena, breathe. Sure, he's tall, dark, cool, and handsome, (sigh) I'd love for him to be my boyfriend. Did I just say that? OH MY GOD!?! Do I have a crush on Darien? No, no, no, and.um. NO!!! My head is screaming but my heart is refusing to listen.
He's an egocentric, intolerable, stupid, annoying, jerk, who teases you about your hair, my head said forcefully.
He can be really sweet, my heart replied ever so softly, remember that time when you were sick and he sent you flowers?
Yeah, addressed to Meatball Head, my head scorned, besides, you can't have a boyfriend. What if you're on a date and Sailor Moon was needed?
I think he'd understand, my heart replied.
Great, I thought, regaining control of myself, my head and heart are arguing about whether or not I have a crush on Darien.
Well, we'd better come to a decision, my head said, because he's heading this way!!
Oh, don't you just LOVE that quirky little smile of his? My heart asked, melting.
Shut up! My head hissed, closing the argument for a moment.
Darien casually walked over to Serena,
"Hey, Meatball Head."
"Darien," she sighed, "My name is SERENA, now please, I'm working." She lowered her voice, "My boss is over there so PLEASE order something."
"Alright, just for you," Darien grinned, "Get me a small popcorn, a large frozen coke, and a bag of peanut butter M&M's."
"Coming right up, sir."
Darien watched her move, smiling slightly once more; she was so graceful behind that counter, so sure of herself. As far as he knew, she hadn't had one klutz attack all night. She placed his food on the counter, startling him out of his revere,
"That'll be.um.one sec.uh. oh there it is! Six dollars and eighty five cents."
He chuckled at her quirkiness,
"Thanks, Sere, I'll see you later."
Serena just stood watching him in shock. He was the last person to go into the theater cause he had been out here.
"He called me Sere," she whispered and felt herself blush at the thought.
Half an hour later.
Darien was fidgeting again. It was a really sappy part of the movie he had adored the first time.
"The only reason I liked it was because I'd like to sweep Serena off her feet like that," he thought, "That's probably why I can't concentrate, knowing my own little angel is out there right now, probably leaning against the counter reading a comic book."
With this thought in mind, Darien got up. Leave it to Andrew to leave Darien with the aisle seat, so he could go do what he was about to do. Stepping out of the double doors, Darien blinked as the lights hit his eyes, which were used to the dark of the theater. True to his thoughts, Serena was leaning against the counter, reading a comic book and eating some popcorn. She didn't seem to hear him walk up so when she glanced up and saw him, she did what any other rational teenage girl would do when the guy of her dreams appeared, somewhat magically, in front of her, she freaked, "AHH!!!"
"Relax, Serena, it's only me."
"Geez, Darien, you scared me half to death!"
"Only half?"
Serena stuck her tongue out,
"So, what brings you out of the number one movie of the year?"
"I've already seen it."
"Really?" Serena asked, interested, "I thought I was the only one!"
"Huh?"
"Oh, everyone who works here gets to see the movies before they come out, we all gather round and watch them like in the morning or we slip into the midnight showing! For free!"
Darien laughed,
"You love the movies, don't you, Serena?"
She sighed, melodramatically,
"Yeah, I don't know, maybe this will sound weird," she glanced down at the counter and then at Darien, "But I feel safe at the movies, ya know? All the bad stuff that happens outside, people getting hurt, dying, and everything, you can just forget it. You can't get hurt watching a movie and you can share movies with someone special. It's also a good way to communicate your feelings. Like, if you're mad, watch a comedy, if you want to tell someone that you like them, drag them (if necessary) to a romance. Do you get what I'm trying to say?"
"Perfectly," Darien replied with a nod, "going to the movies always made me feel better when I was a kid."
"Really?"
"Really, see, after my parents died and I was sent to the orphanage, I always felt alone. And, as you put it, the movies made me feel safe."
"Looks like we have something in common."
"Yeah."
They were silent for a moment, then, slowly, Darien began to move towards Serena. He lowered his head, and she lifted hers.
"Oh my god! He's gonna kiss me!" Serena thought.
"Oh my god! I'm going to kiss her!" Darien thought.