Ok, I'm back! Happy now? Good.
Bad day, so I stayed home. In fact, really bad day…..
I LOST MY CD'S!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
My childhood was in there! When I say I childhood I mean Backstreet Boys!!!! Maroon 5 was in there! Evanescence was in there!!!!
sniff sniff
Don't mind me.
It's a sad, sad day when a person has lost her prized possessions. If they were stolen I hope the son of a bitch dies very soon. Very very soon, in fact, I think I'll plan my action now. What? I don't know who it is? OH FUCKING WELL! SWITCHFOOT WAS IN THERE!
Ok. I'm feeling better now. I just saw THE cutest play with THE cutest boy in it. This was why he was cute: He was playing this guy from the 1930s that never thought about sex, just love, and this guy is totally not the type to play him. It was all, "I love you darling, let's stay together forever," while he's all, "um…um…relationship…um…um." THAT'S WHY IT WAS SOOOO CUTE
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Vindicated-cleared of accusation of something
Oh, shit almost forgot:
Disclaimer- I don't own sailor moon or Dashboard confessional….damn
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"Darien?" Serena woke up on top of Darien, tired as hell. It was 7 am and she had just realized that she only received four hours of sleep. (AN, I know mushy stuff is great, but I'd rather not write it…. oh well, here goes.) She blushed at memories of last night, and that morning. The sex was, um, great, but it was more the things he said, rather than what he did. He was so sweet. He was perfect, and kind, and everything a girl would want. Perfect. (AN Cheesy huh? Call it a corruption of television)
"Mmmmm, morning." He yawned and turned a lazy smile at Serena. "So how'd you sleep?"
"Four hours isn't sleeping Darien. I think your real question is 'How'd you like sleeping with me?'" She replied with a smile.
Serena's P.O.V.
"Well, yeah, I hear morning after talks are great in this situation. So…."
"So…?"
"How'd you like sleeping with me?" Darien wiggled his eyebrows and, at the risk of sounding mushy, AAAWWWWWW. Ok, now that that's over with.
"Well, I don't know, being so inexperienced and all…"
"Ouch, blow to the ego.' He held his fist to his chest in fake hurt.
"Sorry, the truth hurts. I still like you though."
"Aww, gee, I feel so special now."
I got up out of bed, and started to dress, much to Darien's disappointment. Obviously, he thought life would go on without us. Nice thought, but not true, damn.
"Where are you going my dear?" Darien asked, grabbing me and holding me hostage to his hands.
"I have to talk to Raye, remember?"
"But-"
"Listen, after she gets done talking I will come back as soon as possible. Maybe then we can go on an actual date?" I suggested.
"Maybe." He answered vaguely, laying back with his hands behind his head. He loves to be mysterious. And he is very good at looking sexy while doing it!
"Do you have any idea what Raye needs to tell you?"
"Do I look like a psychic, Darien?"
"Maybe, I don't know what psychics look like. If you said psycho though…"
"Hey! That's mean." I sat down Indian style and hung my head in fake sadness.
"Yeah, I'm trying to make it easier for you to leave."
"Oh, Ok." I got up and got dressed, leaving Darien alone in bed. As I got his living room I heard a thump come from his room.
"Damnit!" He yelled harshly. I quickly ran to his room only to find him on the floor.
"What happened?"
"I fell off the bed and right on my ass." He whined. (AN you know that funny feeling that you get when you land on your butt, like you wanna bust out laughing even though it hurts? Picture that.)
I busted out laughing.
"I'm… s-sorry…b-b-but…I…I…have… to meet…. R-Raye. Love you, see you." I turned around and left, not fully realizing what I said until I reached the car.
Darien's P.O.V.
Great, time to get up. It was nice to wake up next to her. You know how a lot of girls usually look and feel like crap in the morning? Not Serena, never Serena. She's too perfect to be crap. (AN doesn't this just make you wish he was yours? I made him too perfect.) I got up and turned on the radio.
So tired of the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment for forever
Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'd be in
Too deep now to ever swim
Against the current
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip against the current
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
Wait. Hold one. Did she say what I think she said? Okay, review of conversation. She asked me what happened, I told her I landed on my ass, which still hurts by the way. She busted out laughing and said, "I'm sorry but I have to meet Raye, love you- Wait! Right there! She said it! Oh yeah! She loves me.
Serena's P.O.V.
Damnit! Damnit! Damnit! I'm banging y head against the dashboard, perfect. Now I have a splitting headache and I just said 'I love you' to Darien before we even went on one date! Don't most couples at least wait, say, a YEAR of dating before those words pop out? Shit.
Now, I have to go talk to Raye and pick up my stuff. How do you talk to someone with a splitting headache?
And, right now, to top off my morning, I'm sitting behind an old hag with a Cadillac the size of freaking Florida! By the way, she can't drive either!
"Move it bitch!" I know she can't hear me, but it helps anyway. It keeps me from jumping out of my car and strangling her. I honked my horn.
Finally, she moved. She decided to leave me a present before she left me- her freaking middle finger! I would hate to be her kid or her grandkid.
Okay. Breathe in. Breather out. There I'm breathing. Turn on the radio.
Yes!!!
"Vindicated, I am selfish, I am wrong, but I am right, I swear I'm right, swear I knew it all along!" I sang to Vindicated on the whole drive to Raye's. It wasn't very far and, before long, I stopped.
Raye's P.O.V.
Breathe. Okay. This is going to be fine. Serena will completely understand. She always understands. Sure, she's been in love with this guy for a while. She'll be okay with it. Sure, she wasn't too happy the first time I went out with him. She got over it, eventually.
She's soooooo going to hate me.
Ding DongShit. She's here. Okay, let's try that breathing thing again. In. Out. In. Out.
Okay.
"Raye, aren't you going to get that?" A chorus of girls asked me.
"I thought you guys were supposed to be home by now?"
"We want to support you" was what Ami said.
"We want to make sure you'll be alright." Lita answered.
"We wanted to find out how well Serena's night went!" Guess. I dare you. If you get this wrong you will die. Mina? Correct!
"Mina!!"
Sigh. "Alright, guys, you just stay in here. Serena and I will talk outside, okay?"
"If you're sure you'll be fine."
"I will, now go."
"Okay, we're going."
I picked up Serena's bag of clothing and turned the knob on the door.
Breathe.
"Hope, dangles on a string, like slow spinning redemption." I head Serena murmur these words and immediately knew it sounded familiar. It sounded like me. Irony is a wonderful thing, isn't it?
She looked up and stopped singing abruptly. "I am soo sorry! I should not have overreacted like that last night. I can't believe I even thought that you might have feelings like that for Darien. You already have a great relationship with Chad, why would you need Darien?"
Whoa. Was she in for a surprise or what?
"Umm, let's talk outside. Here are your clothes."
"Thank you so much! You have no idea how much I needed these." That's what she thinks. Serena, there are a lot of things that you're going to find out today that you're not going to like, I just hope you won't hate me for it.
Serena's P.O.V.
We sat down on her porch steps after she shut the door. Raye had a grim look on her face that made me feel just a little insecure.
"Isn't it beautiful outside?"
This reminded me of a play I saw a while ago, and so I quoted the next line in a British accent. "Pray don't talk to me about the weather. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me so nervous."
"Fine, fine, it's bad enough you pull that literary crap on me at school, but at my own home?" Literary crap? Since when was literacy seen as crap at a shrine?
"It's not 'literary crap', it's a play. And literacy is not crap; it is a form of art. You should know, you're the one working at a shrine!"
"What happened to the old Serena that would only read mangas and hated anything that had to do with school?" Hmm, what did happen to her? She started to disappear when…oh, now I remember.
"She left when she started to feel left out. All of her friends had boyfriends and the only guy that she ever liked hated her. All of her friends were busy, what else was she to do?"
Raye's P.O.V.
We affected her that much? Shit. She's really going to hate me now. The only boy she ever liked was Darien. He taunted her constantly. Anyone could tell that he liked her, except for me.
And I still like him.
Shit.
I even hate myself.
I don't want to like him but-
"I like Darien." I blurted out.
Serena sat there for a moment, just staring, at me. Then, before I knew it, she was gone.
Serena's P.O.V.
GOD! Everything I said last night WAS TRUE! DAMNIT!
Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
But I am right
I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now
The things you swore you saw yourself
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You know what I just realized? This is the second Dashboard Confessional song I put in here. Oh well.