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Hurt Before

*Dream*

*Her someone for to hold

She's praying her dream will come true*

The clock stroke a quarter to five. Rei and Lita had gone a quarter of an hour before, but Serena remained there organizing work for the next day. All she really was doing was waiting for Darien to end his meeting with Michelle, as it had been agreed that he was to show her the apartment after work. She watched Michelle go; the latter waved her a friendly goodbye, with a calm, rosy smile, making Serena feel cheery and spontaneous. Five minutes later her heart sunk and skipped in the process, as the handsome Darien Shields exited his office. She quickly put away her papers and followed him to his car.

They didn't have to drive long to her building; it was only a fifteen minute dose of rudeness that she had to take until her spirits rose at the sight of her new home. She turned into a delighted child when she entered her small apartment; she squealed with happiness at the sight of each room. There was only a kitchenette, living room, balcony, and bedroom, but Serena still found the place incredibly charming, something that greatly annoyed Darien.

"Oh! Wonderful!" she beamed twirling around the living room, while an irritated Darien watched her from the balcony. "My own place! I've dreamed of this moment for so long!"

"It's obvious that you're just come out of your mama's perambulator," he commented. "Say, how old are you? Twenty-one, twenty-two?"

"Twenty-five," she corrected, ignoring his previous remark.

"Whoa? Have you no shame? You're too old to be telling people how old you really are," the provoked her.

"I have nothing to worry about, since it seems as if I look younger tat I really am," she told him.

"Still, you should have been out on your own seven years ago," he punched, and then added, "What a loser."

Serena didn't answer him, and lost the will to be in her apartment much longer. Thus, she told Darien that she was done looking around, and that he could just drop her off downtown so that she could look around.

"Drop you off? As much as I'd like to, I promised Damon to follow you around," he spoke, "I hate this promise, but what I detest even more is not keeping promises."

"Ok, then, You, are going to show me around town," she rephrased.

"No, no, won't do! I'm just going to drop you at your hotel," he told her as they went out and her closed the door to the apartment and handed her the keys. "Don't lose them now."

"I won't lose them! And I don't want to go to the hotel now, I want to look around!"

"What do you want to see? You come from Baltimore, compared to that Toronto is nothing."

"I don't care, and frankly I don't trust your opinions," she told him off. "Why don't we check out the Old Town, Little Italy, Chinatown, and Downtown? Then I'll judge what I see, myself."

"Are you stupid? It's five o'clock! Ever heard of rush hour?" he yelled at her.

Serena was determined to get her own way, now just to annoy Darien. "Right then, park your car somewhere else, and we'll take the ferry to the islands…whatever they're called."

"Which one of them do you want to go to?" he mocked her; she shrugged and told him that they would go to the one he thought was most interesting.  "Americans," he mumbled loud enough for her to hear.

"Watch it, I know you're trying to ruin my day," she scolded him, "But I can be stubborn too—"

"Really?" he pushed coolly.

"Listen up now," she scowled at him, going to the elevator, "I am a good walker, and if you don't stop annoying me, I'll force you to walk to all the islands," she watched Darien glare at her sternly. "Now, which one are we going to?" she peeped losing her attitude, at times he looked really intimidating.

"Centre Island," he told her nonchalantly, he realized her that she went back to her place now, and so he went on stating his conditions in his threatening voice. "We'll walk around as you want for exactly one hour. No more. Then we'll go directly to your hotel. And try not to babble unnecessarily, it annoys me greatly."

Serena just nodded, feeling wobbly. She leaned against the elevator door, and stayed as far away from him as possible in such a small enclosed space. She had never met a severe person in her life, not even her father (and he could be stern at times) could look so stone-like. Serena felt like a little girl, being told off.

They took the ferry over to Centre Island, and walked around with Serena quietly admiring the beautiful scenery, the Victorian houses. It was Darien that came to decide how they should walk about, and she just followed him around, although she was walking just beside his there was no conversation.

There were quite a few people out, most of them couples, and seniors taking walks, and while she was admiring the scenery she didn't could help but notice hope pleasantly everyone walked, everyone but them. She sulked inwards. There she was, strolling along in a so romantic part of town, with a guy that seemed to attract the eyes of most female passer bys, and there was not chemistry between them. And since there was nothing between them Serena didn't hesitate to check out the guys.

 "Wow! Canadian guys are so hot!" she exclaimed in an audible low voice, challenging their agreement.

"You obviously don't have anything intelligent to say, why can't you keep quiet?" he criticized.

"They're all good-looking , except you, of course," she mumbled, not bothering to answer him, "But then again, you're not human."

"Watch it," he answered nonchalantly, "I heard that."

"Good," she snapped, and turned her face from him and went on walking.

Then the hour was almost up, and they were back at the harbour, waiting for the Ferry. It was half past six on that cooling, beginning of October afternoon. The sun was soon about to set, and Serena, feeling quite a little beat leaned on the rails and glanced at the city on the other side of the water. Darien was standing somewhere behind of her, being as uptight as ever. Serena gasped when she saw the beauty of the skyscrapers and the CN Tower, under the fading sun.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed in a mesmerized voice like a fairy talking. Several people glanced toward her, smiling, agreeing, sympathising, and or feeling pride. There was magic over that moment, there was a breeze making Serena's hair sway and her dress fluttered a little, as she gracefully turned toward Darien. "Don't you think so?" she asked.

It might be safe to assume that Darien was equally stunned by the magic as most people who were close by her, but one can never know… Darien just stood there looking scary, with his arms folded in front of him. Serena felt discouraged; she thought that he really didn't want her to talk at all. She lowered her head, slightly disturbed, and turned back to her original position, the magic was all gone. Several people looked at Darien oddly, wondering why he was being such a jerk…

Ha! I think this was really quick! And then there must be a commercial break, this time it's: Toronto!