Boston

By RedRose18

I originally wasn't planning on writing this part but I think this will clear up any questions about "Torn to Pieces by Dreams" I don't know if it will be that good but I will try. As always please review! I want ur opinions! Oh yeah! I know this section is short but I wanted to get it out!

She stood at Darien's front door wanting to knock but frozen in place. How was she so sure this would work out? All Andrew had told her was to go to him and tell him about her dream and he was sure everything would work out. She raised her hand and quickly rapped on his door.

from "Torn to Pieces by Dreams"

Boston Part I

After Serena had spent hours on the plane agonizing over what was going to happen when she knocked on the door, she was there, in Boston, standing on Darien's doorstep. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She heard someone fumbling with the locks, the door was opened by a tall thin brunette.

"Oh, I'm sorry I must have the wrong apartment, is this #246?" asked Serena.

"You have the right apartment," the brunette replied.

"Oh, is this Darien Chiba's apartment?" Serena asked cautiously, scared of the answer.

"Yes it is, he's in the shower right now. Is he expecting you?" Serena didn't even wait for her last words but ran. She ran as fast as she could and caught a cab.

"Where do you want to go?" asked the driver.

"Just go to a hotel, I don't care what hotel just any hotel," sobbed Serena. How could she have been so dumb coming here, of course Darien had already replaced her. He never cared for her right? Why did she have to come here anyways, why did she have to listen to Andrew?

She vaguely remembered checking into the hotel, handing over the traveler's checks that Andrew had given her. She didn't even bother changing she just threw herself on the bed and with a final sob fell asleep.

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Darien stumbled out of the shower, his head pounding. He was vaguely aware of a knock at the door but he didn't care at the moment, right now all he wanted to do was get dressed and find anything to stop the pounding. After pulling on some comfortable sweats and t-shirt he staggered into the living room of the small apartment. He tried to remember last night but he could only remember bits and pieces but he did remembered Julia bringing him home from the party he was at last night. She looked at him disapprovingly before she silently handed him a glass of water and Tylenol.

"Thanks," he muttered while swallowing the two capsules with a large gulp of water willing the pills to work instantly. "I heard the door. Who was there?"

"It was a girl, she ran off before I could get her name. She looked kind of young, she was blonde. She had the most unusual hairstyle I have ever seen, it was two buns with…"

Darien didn't even wait for her to finish before he bolted out the door, hangover forgotten. He called out Serena's name as he searched desperately for her. It was useless and the courtyard of his apartment building was empty as was the street. He ran a hand through his slightly wet hair and sighed as he walked back inside.

"What was that about Darien?" Julia asked before he even shut the front door. "Is that the reason this is the fifth time we have gone through this little hangover routine in the past 2 weeks?"

"…yes…" he replied cradling his head in his hands.

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Serena looked at the blaring lights on the hotel room clock , it said it was 6:00 at night, she buried head under the pillow but slowly began to get up as her stomach began to rumble. She had left Tokyo around 14 hours ago and hadn't eaten much in days. She looked at herself in the mirror her face was blotchy from crying. She picked up a room service menu and ordered a small salad. She explored the hotel room and unpacked her things but all she could think of was that girl at Darien's apartment. Who was she? Had Darien really replaced her so quickly? She picked at the salad with little interest. She thought about calling her parents but she decided that she didn't feel like getting a lecture right now. She also considered calling Andrew but she wasn't ready to talk about what had happened when she arrived at Boston. She finally decided that she should try to sleep and she would decide what to do tomorrow. That night in addition to her regular nightmares she was plagued by new nightmare all to do with a certain brown haired girl.