Foreign Exchanging
Author: BeckyJoe
AN: hey again! Here's a brand new idea that jumped into my head. Its not the traditional Serena and Darien character attitudes aexactly, but I hope you like it anyways....as usual, I want reviews!!! Tell me what ya think about this one, and I'll get busy writing chapter two....thanx!
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The school bell rang, signalling the end of the day. Students poured into the halls in groups, most of them chattering away happily to their friends. This was all very common for a Friday afternoon. And also, as it was everyday, Serena Tsukino mounted her sleek, navy blue Suzuki GSX 600 F Katana. She tied her long hair in loops around her beautiful golden meatballs and slid the racing helmet over her head. Revving her motor, she took off down the street on her motorcycle, smiling underneath her helmet, glad to be done with her school week. She didn't really seem to fit in with the people at her high school. They were all so, well so boringly average. Noone really had too much individual personality, and Serena could barely help but gag at that thought. Of course she on the otherhand, she was extremely individual. No other girl, and not many guys for that matter, at her school liked to ride motorcycles, or get all dressed up to dance for nights at a time at some rave. Don't get the wrong idea, she NEVER touched drugs, and she mostly stayed out of trouble, but because she didn't enjoy spending her days after school cramming pages of information into her head. That was what school was for. No, Serena Tsukino was very different from them. She sped down the road,going exactly the speed limit: 65 miles per hour, and she smiled at the feeling of flying that she always got when she rode her bike. But she also began to think about what she was due to face when she got home; her parents had decided to bring some foreign exchange student into their home for, get this, a whole year! All Serena knew about this strange American male was that he was 17, a year older than herself, and she imagined him to be a total jerk. She pulled into her driveway and stopped the ignition. She took the helmet off and placed it on the back of the bike. Walking slowly upto her door, she opened the door and went inside.
"Serena dear, is that you?" a gentle, caring voice called from the kitchen. Serena rubbed her temple, and sighed.
"Yes momma," she replied, "its me. Where is this kid?" She plopped herself down on the sofa as her mother walked into the room. She smiled a little smile.
"Well, he should arrive at the airport in about an hour." her mother said, her voice kind of trailing off.
"But doesn't daddy get off work at 7 tonight? Who's gunna go get him?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Well..." Mrs.Tsukino started, "you are." Serena's mouth fell open, and she looked as if she was going to protest, but her mother flashed her one of those looks that only a mother can give, and Serena rose, defeated, from the couch, and stalked out of the door. Her mother called out after her, "His name is Darien, and his stuff's already here. Just pick him up, and please Serena, be nice!" Serena put her helmet back on, rollong her eys in annoyance, and started down the road on her motorcycle again.
How is it that I have to go pick this kid up, when I don't even WANT him here??? Serena zig-zagged in between cars, soaing down the road like it was nothing. After a few long minutes, the airport came into sight, and Serena turned into the parking lot. She climber off her bike, placing the eys into her pocket, and she carried the helmet under her arm. Sighing, she walked into the doors, and she waited for the plane to unload. She stood leaning on the gateway, and after a moment or two, people began to come through. Everyone seemed to be meeting up with someone, so Serena just stood there, waiting for the first lost looking guy to appear. Finally, a dark haired guy came striding through the gate, and he stood there looking around. Serena looked him up and down. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans, a black shirt, and a green jacket.
If this is the guy, maybe this won't be so bad after all. She walked up to him, and she smiled her most dazzling smile, lighting her crystal blue eyes. The guy was obviously enraptured in her beauty, for Serena was most definately a beauty.
"Hi, my name's Serena Tsukino," she said, "are you Darien Chiba?" He nodded, snapped by her speaking to him.
"Yea," was all he said, as he ran his hand through his dark, roguish hair.
I'm going to be living with her? She's so beautiful.... He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Serena spoke again, smiling.
"I guess we should be getting back to the house, my mom's anxious to meet you," she said as she led him out the doors. He looked around the lot, searching for the car he had assumed he would be riding in. He looked at Serena stupified when they stopped next to a shing blue motorcycle. When Serena handed him her second helmet, he spoke.
"We're...we're riding on THAT?" he said. Serena laughed a little, and she zipped her blue riding jacket up.
"Yup, its my baby...don't worry," she said patting him lightly on the back, "I'm a really good rider. Put your helmet on." Serena slid the helmet on over her hair, and she mounted the bike. Darien climbed on behind her, wrapping his arms a little nervously around her waist. Serena laughed, and she turned the key.
"You might want to hold on tighter than that," she said, revving up the bike and flying out of the parking lot. Darien's grip tightened, and Serena smiled. She didn't mind having this guy clinging to her like that; he was really kinda cute. As she drove the bike speedily down the street, Darien slowly relaxed into Serena's warm body. She was right, she was a really good driver.
Author: BeckyJoe
AN: hey again! Here's a brand new idea that jumped into my head. Its not the traditional Serena and Darien character attitudes aexactly, but I hope you like it anyways....as usual, I want reviews!!! Tell me what ya think about this one, and I'll get busy writing chapter two....thanx!
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The school bell rang, signalling the end of the day. Students poured into the halls in groups, most of them chattering away happily to their friends. This was all very common for a Friday afternoon. And also, as it was everyday, Serena Tsukino mounted her sleek, navy blue Suzuki GSX 600 F Katana. She tied her long hair in loops around her beautiful golden meatballs and slid the racing helmet over her head. Revving her motor, she took off down the street on her motorcycle, smiling underneath her helmet, glad to be done with her school week. She didn't really seem to fit in with the people at her high school. They were all so, well so boringly average. Noone really had too much individual personality, and Serena could barely help but gag at that thought. Of course she on the otherhand, she was extremely individual. No other girl, and not many guys for that matter, at her school liked to ride motorcycles, or get all dressed up to dance for nights at a time at some rave. Don't get the wrong idea, she NEVER touched drugs, and she mostly stayed out of trouble, but because she didn't enjoy spending her days after school cramming pages of information into her head. That was what school was for. No, Serena Tsukino was very different from them. She sped down the road,going exactly the speed limit: 65 miles per hour, and she smiled at the feeling of flying that she always got when she rode her bike. But she also began to think about what she was due to face when she got home; her parents had decided to bring some foreign exchange student into their home for, get this, a whole year! All Serena knew about this strange American male was that he was 17, a year older than herself, and she imagined him to be a total jerk. She pulled into her driveway and stopped the ignition. She took the helmet off and placed it on the back of the bike. Walking slowly upto her door, she opened the door and went inside.
"Serena dear, is that you?" a gentle, caring voice called from the kitchen. Serena rubbed her temple, and sighed.
"Yes momma," she replied, "its me. Where is this kid?" She plopped herself down on the sofa as her mother walked into the room. She smiled a little smile.
"Well, he should arrive at the airport in about an hour." her mother said, her voice kind of trailing off.
"But doesn't daddy get off work at 7 tonight? Who's gunna go get him?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Well..." Mrs.Tsukino started, "you are." Serena's mouth fell open, and she looked as if she was going to protest, but her mother flashed her one of those looks that only a mother can give, and Serena rose, defeated, from the couch, and stalked out of the door. Her mother called out after her, "His name is Darien, and his stuff's already here. Just pick him up, and please Serena, be nice!" Serena put her helmet back on, rollong her eys in annoyance, and started down the road on her motorcycle again.
How is it that I have to go pick this kid up, when I don't even WANT him here??? Serena zig-zagged in between cars, soaing down the road like it was nothing. After a few long minutes, the airport came into sight, and Serena turned into the parking lot. She climber off her bike, placing the eys into her pocket, and she carried the helmet under her arm. Sighing, she walked into the doors, and she waited for the plane to unload. She stood leaning on the gateway, and after a moment or two, people began to come through. Everyone seemed to be meeting up with someone, so Serena just stood there, waiting for the first lost looking guy to appear. Finally, a dark haired guy came striding through the gate, and he stood there looking around. Serena looked him up and down. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans, a black shirt, and a green jacket.
If this is the guy, maybe this won't be so bad after all. She walked up to him, and she smiled her most dazzling smile, lighting her crystal blue eyes. The guy was obviously enraptured in her beauty, for Serena was most definately a beauty.
"Hi, my name's Serena Tsukino," she said, "are you Darien Chiba?" He nodded, snapped by her speaking to him.
"Yea," was all he said, as he ran his hand through his dark, roguish hair.
I'm going to be living with her? She's so beautiful.... He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Serena spoke again, smiling.
"I guess we should be getting back to the house, my mom's anxious to meet you," she said as she led him out the doors. He looked around the lot, searching for the car he had assumed he would be riding in. He looked at Serena stupified when they stopped next to a shing blue motorcycle. When Serena handed him her second helmet, he spoke.
"We're...we're riding on THAT?" he said. Serena laughed a little, and she zipped her blue riding jacket up.
"Yup, its my baby...don't worry," she said patting him lightly on the back, "I'm a really good rider. Put your helmet on." Serena slid the helmet on over her hair, and she mounted the bike. Darien climbed on behind her, wrapping his arms a little nervously around her waist. Serena laughed, and she turned the key.
"You might want to hold on tighter than that," she said, revving up the bike and flying out of the parking lot. Darien's grip tightened, and Serena smiled. She didn't mind having this guy clinging to her like that; he was really kinda cute. As she drove the bike speedily down the street, Darien slowly relaxed into Serena's warm body. She was right, she was a really good driver.