The
Towel Rack
Rated:
PG
Chapter
Seven: Trapped in the Closet
Day:
Saturday Night
---Darien POV---
I am trapped in a closet.
I am trapped in a closet with Serena.
I am trapped in a closet with Serena and I am going to murder Andrew.
I am trapped in a closet with Serena and I am going to murder Andrew and I have a SOCK in my mouth.
…sigh.
I watched and listened helplessly as Serena beat mercilessly on the door. I wonder if she realizes how very thick that oak door really is. There is no way her little fists are going to break down THAT door.
I tried to tell her.
Damn sock.
Yes…murder Andrew. Murder…murder…
It doesn't seem like the greatest of punishments, though. I'll torture him first. Stuff a sock in his mouth and dump him off a bridge. Drag him out and make him sit in a pit of ravenous dogs. Then I'll murder him.
I'm liking the sounds of that plan.
---Serena POV---
I sighed hopelessly and leaned my forehead against the closet door. There's no use. It won't budge. Why did the girls DO this? I heard Andrew…he was in on this, too?
I turned around and glanced around the closet. It was so small and so empty. The only object in the tiny room was a tall, simple towel rack with many fresh bath towels stacked on the shelves. Sighing, I slunk down to the floor, my head resting in my hands…wow, the floor sure is soft…
I heard a muffled voice.
Oh, no…
That's not the floor.
I jumped up, clawing at the door. My face pressed against the wood, I turned to stare down at the 'floor'. The floor was none other than Darien, tied and gagged by…socks! What the…well, I guess they improvised.
I sweatdropped slightly and backed away from the door and stooped down to Darien's eye level. I pulled the sock out of his mouth.
He started gulping in air. "About time, Meatball head! I thought you were going to LEAVE me like that!"
I sniffed. "I should have!"
I wonder if he realizes how adorable he is when his hair is all messy like that….whoa, Serena. Stop drooling.
He rolled his eyes. "Could you please untie me?"
He shoved his hands in my direction.
I grinned. "I don't know if I should."
"SERENA!"
I jumped back. He…he…did he? Was I just imagining that? He did, he did!
Time to rub it in his face!
I started laughing maniacally and poking his face. "Ha ha! You called me Serrreeeennaaa! Never will I ever let you forget it!"
"UNTIE ME!" His voice bellowed through the small space, and I could have sworn that the towel rack shook…
I pulled his hair.
"YEEEOW!"
"That should teach you not to yell at me!" I shouted, pulling his hair once more. Is this a DREAM? I swear, if I wake up and I'm hugging a stuffed animal again and pretending it's Darien's hair….oops. I guess ya'll didn't really need to know that, huh? Whoops.
He has such nice hair though…wait, there went the drool again. Stop it, Serena!
"Serena. PLEASE."
I snapped out of my thoughts about his hair and looked down at him.
I can't really describe the next moment. I'm incapable of describing the look he gave me. Sure, he was mad. You'd be mad too if you were tied with someone's socks. But he also looked so sweet and…is huggable a word? Well, if it isn't, I'm making it one. I'm calling up Webster the second I get out of this closet and making him add it to the dictionary.
I didn't say anything. I just simply unwound the sock from around his wrists.
He smiled. "Thanks."
I nodded. "Mmhmm…."
He untied his feet and tried vainly to stand up. He knocked me in the face with his knee.
So much for the touching moment.
That hurt.
"OWWW! DAAAAAARRRIIIEEEENNN!" I wailed loudly, rubbing my sore nose.
He cringed and stopped trying to stand up. He leaned over to me and pulled my hand away from my nose. I stared down at our joined hands.
Gulp.
"Sorry, Serena…I should have warned you to back up." He touched the top of my nose gently.
GULP.
"Does that hurt?"
I shook my head, eyes wide. GULP! "N-n-n-nope…"
He smiled slightly. "You okay?"
I nodded. "Ye-yeah. Y-you know Darien…um…well, we're like trapped in here."
He sweatdropped. "Uh, yeah, Serena, I realize that."
"Umm…yeah, but why would they do this…?"
He shrugged and sat next to me, leaning against the wall. I noticed that his hand never left mine.
MAJOR butterflies in my stomach…
"Well…I guess for the same reason that Andrew shoved us in that boat that time…and locked us in the storage room at the arcade…"
I laughed slightly. "And tricked us into a blind date…"
He grinned. "Yeah, I almost forgot that one."
"I'll never forget it. It was the worst night of my entire life." I stared down at my lap, blushing lightly. I'm glad it's not very well lighted in this closet…I hope he can't see my blush.
He frowned, looking pained. "…because it was a date with me?"
"Not exactly…" I chewed on my lip thoughtfully.
His hand left mine.
I missed the warmth instantly…
I was still chewing on my lip. I glanced over at him. He was being awfully quiet.
"Darien?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you alright?"
"Fine." He said quickly, turning his head away from me.
I frowned. "What's wrong?"
---Darien POV---
I must be that bad…that blind date lasted for no more than 3 minutes. And it was the worst night of her life…?
I sighed. "Nothing, Serena."
She pinched my arm.
"OW!" I yelled. "What was THAT for!"
"You're lying!" She scrunched up her nose and put her hands on her hips, turning to me while sitting on her knees. "What's wrong?"
"I just can't believe that that date was the worst night of your life! I must be that awfully bad, Serena! We were at that theater for three minutes before we both left!"
"That's why it was so bad, you stupid!" She shouted, blushing profusely. "We were on a date for three minutes! Three minutes! I walked in, Andrew was there grinning and then he told me it was you I was going to be going out with, and then you came…and then you left."
She turned away, burying her face in her hands. "I was a wreck after that…for a long time. But I forgot it, okay? It's no big deal! I know I'm nothing to you but an annoying high school kid."
"Serena…"
"Don't say anything!" She yelled, turning back to me with tears brimming in her eyes. "Don't talk to me." She said in a hushed, yet very violent voice.
I didn't. I was too baffled to say anything. It was the worst night of her life because it lasted only a few minutes…?
Well, that blew my mind.
I decided after an excruciatingly long period of silence to change the subject.
"So…how'd they get you in here?"
---Serena POV---
I blinked and turned to look at him. He was grinning lightly. I rolled my eyes slightly, but grinned back.
I was very thankful he decided to change the subject and forget about it…and very happy he didn't tease me.
"Well…they tricked me. Rei-baka let me read her manga for a while. And then all the sudden the Sailor V manga was yanked from my grip and I found myself being tossed in this THING."
He laughed. "You're the lucky one, though. YOU didn't get gagged with Chad's socks."
I scrunched up my nose. "Ewww…I am SO sorry."
My stomach then decided it was time to start rumbling.
I sighed. "Oh, great! We're trapped in here with no FOOD! They're gonna starve us to death!" I started wailing loudly. "I WAAAAANNNNT FOOOOOOD!"
---Darien POV---
I clamped my hands over my ears. "Cut the decibels, Meatball head!"
Her wailing tears ceased and she stared up at me with wide, tear brimmed eyes. "But I'm hungry." She pouted, her lower lip sticking out slightly.
I chuckled lightly. "Aren't you always?" I teased, lightly tugging on one of her 'meatball' buns.
She huffed. "Jerk." She said lightly. It sounded more like an endearment than an insult though…
I decided to play along.
"Crybaby."
"Dimwit."
"Klutz."
"Fatso."
"FATSO?"
She giggled. "I ran out of insults."
I grinned. "You're usually much better at this game…"
She shrugged. "Well, I just don't feel like fighting." She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. "I'm still hungry."
I patted her head. "I'm sorry."
"Can I eat your jacket?" She opened her eyes and grinned at me.
"My JACKET!"
"Yeah…I'm that hungry. And I mean, it's so ugly anyways."
"Hey, you can insult me all you want, but leave the jacket out."
"It's soooo ugly."
"It is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Not."
"Too."
"Not."
"Too."
"This is getting old, Serena."
"I'm still hungry, Darien."
"…would you be happy to know there is a chocolate bar in my pocket?"
Her eyes darted to me and widened. "You've had food all this time and you didn't TELL me! GIVE IT HERE!" She lunged out, jumping on top of me.
"HEY!"
"GIMME THE CHOCOLATE, CHIBA!"
I tried vainly to back away. Unfortunately, I was leaning against a wall. And if I had turned around, I would have been leaning against the OTHER wall. Damn closet. Damn Andrew. Damn sock. Damn chocolate.
I vainly tried to grab her failing arms that were searching through my jacket pockets with no luck.
I sighed and pinned her arms to her sides. "Serena…"
She started flailing and kicking. "Gimme the chocolate!"
"Serena! Stop kicking me!"
She kicked her foot back…and hit something.
Creeeeeeeeaaaaak…..
Her eyes wide, she looked at me. "Darien, what did I just kick?"
I sighed. Looking up, I watched as the object began to break. Screws and bolts came undone, and soon, the object began to fall apart…on top of Serena and me.
"The towel rack, Serena. The towel rack."
CRASH.
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End Chapter Seven!
I'm gonna be evil and leave it there! Now do you all see the reason behind the title? Yup yup!
See you all next chapter! Please review!
Luna
