What?
*
Random short, Part Two
G
-Part 2/?- (dunno if I'll write a third part)
I forgot to add the disclaimer last time,
but it's fairly obvious: SM ain't mine.
*
There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains
- 'There She Goes', Sixpence None The Richer
*******
Darien walked down the sidewalk, his bookbag under one arm and
his attention on a book. It was a recommended classic; hopefully
it would prove mildly interesting. He opened it, and began to read.
Down the street, a familiar blonde was making her way quickly
along the sidewalk. And by 'quickly', we mean *full speed*.
As inevitable as the choice to breathe, Serena crashed into Darien.
Bookbags and book went flying, the latch snapping on one and sending
papers fluttering into the air to settle gently on the pavement. Now
sitting on the ground, Serena spotted a book entitled 'The Art Of
War', and wondered briefly if Darien was reading it to come up with
more ways to insult her.
Then again, she doubted it. But the annoying pang in her heart was
still there.
Darien had just managed to stay upright during the collision,
having become slightly inure to them. Looking up, he saw Serena
sprawled on the ground, with an expression of pain on her face.
Crouching down, he extended a hand. "Are you okay?"
The voice penetrated Serena's idle haze. Lifting her eyes a little
to look at him, she saw the ever-present pain there. She drew back
a bit but didn't avert her gaze.
She couldn't keep his gaze for long. There was too much pain.
Whipping away, she stood upright, nearly knocking him over, and
began picking up his papers that littered the sidewalk.
Straightening, Darien did little more than watch as she skittered
around the sidewalk. There was silence for a few moments.
"Serena. . ."
She froze- then standing, she took two rigid steps toward him, not
looking up. She extended an arm to offer the papers, her bag hanging
from her other hand.
When there was no motion after a minute, she looked up at him. He
was looking at her with a strange expression between bewilderment
and . . . affection?
He took the papers, jarring the moment. She watched him tuck them
in his bag. When he was finished, neither made a movement to leave.
Face to face, they stared at each other.
Not knowing why, Serena lifted a hand, placing it on his jacket
sleeve.
His arm jerked violently, and his bag dropped from his numb fingers.
Neither noticed.
Mesmerized against her will, she moved her hand and slid her arms
around him. "No" she muttered.
Darien was unable to do anything except hold her in return, closing
his eyes.
Pulling herself closer, her voice muffled, Serena again muttered
"No. . .", snuggling up against him.
They stayed that way for a moment. Then without warning, she
pulled away from him, a look of astonishment and fear on her face.
She turned and ran down the street, leaving Darien with a puzzled
mind and confused heart.
'What?'
*******
um. . . e-mail?
peacebunnie@planet-save.com
I did mean to finish this sooner. . . I did. . . but I
stalled when it was almost done, and then tests,
and finals. . . I think you get the idea. But I'm done
now! On to Summer quarter! *sigh* -_-
6.26.02
-
8.19.02
My editor never got this back to me, so I'm assuming it got
lost in her mailbox ^^; So, this isn't proofread; my apologies
if I missed a typo.
*
Random short, Part Two
G
-Part 2/?- (dunno if I'll write a third part)
I forgot to add the disclaimer last time,
but it's fairly obvious: SM ain't mine.
*
There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains
- 'There She Goes', Sixpence None The Richer
*******
Darien walked down the sidewalk, his bookbag under one arm and
his attention on a book. It was a recommended classic; hopefully
it would prove mildly interesting. He opened it, and began to read.
Down the street, a familiar blonde was making her way quickly
along the sidewalk. And by 'quickly', we mean *full speed*.
As inevitable as the choice to breathe, Serena crashed into Darien.
Bookbags and book went flying, the latch snapping on one and sending
papers fluttering into the air to settle gently on the pavement. Now
sitting on the ground, Serena spotted a book entitled 'The Art Of
War', and wondered briefly if Darien was reading it to come up with
more ways to insult her.
Then again, she doubted it. But the annoying pang in her heart was
still there.
Darien had just managed to stay upright during the collision,
having become slightly inure to them. Looking up, he saw Serena
sprawled on the ground, with an expression of pain on her face.
Crouching down, he extended a hand. "Are you okay?"
The voice penetrated Serena's idle haze. Lifting her eyes a little
to look at him, she saw the ever-present pain there. She drew back
a bit but didn't avert her gaze.
She couldn't keep his gaze for long. There was too much pain.
Whipping away, she stood upright, nearly knocking him over, and
began picking up his papers that littered the sidewalk.
Straightening, Darien did little more than watch as she skittered
around the sidewalk. There was silence for a few moments.
"Serena. . ."
She froze- then standing, she took two rigid steps toward him, not
looking up. She extended an arm to offer the papers, her bag hanging
from her other hand.
When there was no motion after a minute, she looked up at him. He
was looking at her with a strange expression between bewilderment
and . . . affection?
He took the papers, jarring the moment. She watched him tuck them
in his bag. When he was finished, neither made a movement to leave.
Face to face, they stared at each other.
Not knowing why, Serena lifted a hand, placing it on his jacket
sleeve.
His arm jerked violently, and his bag dropped from his numb fingers.
Neither noticed.
Mesmerized against her will, she moved her hand and slid her arms
around him. "No" she muttered.
Darien was unable to do anything except hold her in return, closing
his eyes.
Pulling herself closer, her voice muffled, Serena again muttered
"No. . .", snuggling up against him.
They stayed that way for a moment. Then without warning, she
pulled away from him, a look of astonishment and fear on her face.
She turned and ran down the street, leaving Darien with a puzzled
mind and confused heart.
'What?'
*******
um. . . e-mail?
peacebunnie@planet-save.com
I did mean to finish this sooner. . . I did. . . but I
stalled when it was almost done, and then tests,
and finals. . . I think you get the idea. But I'm done
now! On to Summer quarter! *sigh* -_-
6.26.02
-
8.19.02
My editor never got this back to me, so I'm assuming it got
lost in her mailbox ^^; So, this isn't proofread; my apologies
if I missed a typo.