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The
Towel Rack
Rated:
PG
Chapter
Eight: The Towel Rack Pin-Down
Day:
Saturday Night
---Mina POV---
I dropped the manga for the millionth time and stared out Raye's bedroom at the closet door. "They are WAY too quiet."
Lita popped her bubblegum and looked up from playing solitaire on Raye's computer. "They are, they are. Hey, maybe they're making out or something."
Raye was sitting on her bed, listening to her CD player. She slipped the headphones off. "Anybody hungry?"
Lita jumped up. "Oh, yeah! Starved!"
Amy looked up from her book. "I'd enjoy some dinner myself."
We all filed out of the room and walked past the closet.
Well…they all walked past the closet.
I leaned my ear in to listen.
"Well…they tricked me. Stupid Raye 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."
I head Darien laugh. "You're the lucky one, though. YOU didn't get gagged with Chad's socks."
"Ewww…I am SO sorry."
I smiled lightly and pulled my ear away from the door. Things are moving along quite nicely, I think.
I walked away, and not ten seconds later, heard screams coming from the closet.
"I WAAAAANNNNT FOOOOOOD!"
I turned back around. No need to lean in to the door again. Sere was being loud enough for the whole temple to hear.
"Cut the decibels, Meatball head!"
"But I'm hungry." I heard her voice quiver as if she was about to cry. Aww…comfort her, Darien!
Wait…should we give them food?
It would be too dangerous…they could make a run for it. And we're outta socks.
I walked back to the closet to listen in. Oh, no…the name game. But wait…it sounds different this time.
"Jerk." Serena's voice sounded…sweet.
"Crybaby." His sounded kind, too. Aww…only those two would make endearments out of insults.
"Dimwit."
"Klutz."
"Fatso."
"FATSO!"
Serena giggled. "I ran out of insults."
Awww….they're so cute!
I decided to try and give them privacy again. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a sandwich Raye offered me. While munching on it, I walked back to the closet…just in time for some fun listening.
"You've had food all this time and you didn't TELL me! GIVE IT HERE!"
"HEY!"
"GIMME THE CHOCOLATE, CHIBA!"
I giggled and pressed my ear against the door, listening to them fight. Literally fight. There was a lot of noise, like they were wrestling. I giggled.
And then suddenly it quieted, and I heard Darien. "Serena…"
"Gimme the chocolate!"
And yet again, more noise.
"Serena! Stop kicking me!"
Another loud noise…and then…
Creeeeeeeeaaaaak…..
"Darien, what did I just kick?"
A loud sigh.
"The towel rack, Serena. The towel rack."
CRASH.
I started laughing loudly and ran to the kitchen to tell the others. Oh, boy! Are those two in a predicament now or WHAT!
---Serena POV---
I was blushing furiously. I couldn't stop blushing. The towel rack had fallen smack dab on top of Darien and me…and the broken bars had pinned us to the floor. Well…they had pinned Darien to the floor. I…I was stuck on top of Darien.
So there I lay…blushing…
Neither of us said a word after the crash. No screams. Nothing. Neither of us could yell or utter a word.
We just sat there.
Staring each other in the eyes.
He has gorgeous eyes.
---Darien POV---
I finally, after a long period of silence, pulled my eyes away from Serena's to look up at our dilemma. The 4 bars of the rack were crossed, leaning against the walls of the closet and sticking me to the floor. There were several shelves of towels lying on top of Serena.
"Serena, are you alright?"
She was blushing brightly, and she nodded numbly.
Why is she blushing?
"Yeah…I'm fine."
Still blushing…
"You sure? That had to hurt when the rack fell on top of you."
"It's only a few shelves of towels. It didn't hurt…"
"Serena, why are you blushing?"
Well…I couldn't' help myself. I HAD to know.
---Serena POV---
"Ohh…umm…"
Let's see…I'm blushing because I'm lying on TOP of my crush, and we're STUCK like this…how can I NOT be blushing?
Well, I couldn't exactly tell him that. He'd call me a loon.
"I'm not blushing. I'm just really hot. It's stifling in here, isn't it?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I suppose…" He looked away for a moment. Then he looked back. "No, you're blushing."
I blinked. "I thought I just told you, I'm not blushing!"
"But you WERE blushing, Meatball head!"
"Don't call me that!"
"I'll call you what I want to! You were blushing!"
"I was not!"
"You were, and ARE! Why are you blushing? What, are you actually feeling…"
"Don't you say it, Chiba! You say it and I'll kill you!"
"Really? What? Are you ATTRACTED to me, Serena?"
"I told you I would kill you if you said it!"
I started to reach out for his neck, but he grabbed my hands in his. I gasped and looked up at him, our noses touching.
"Serena...why would the worst night of your life have been the night when we had such a short date?"
I looked down and sighed, burying my nose in his chest. "Darien, I really don't want to talk about this."
"But I do, Meatball head."
I glared up at him, but saw he was smiling warmly.
I smiled back at that name for the very first time…
"So tell me…why were you disappointed in our short date?"
"I have my reasons."
He gave me a sly grin. "I realize that. I'm trying to get at what those reasons ARE. You know…I really didn't want it to end, either."
My eyes nearly bugged out of my skull. "Then why did you LEAVE!"
He shrugged and the bars shifted slightly. We gulped and looked up at them for a moment before turning back to each other.
"I left because I didn't want to seem like a fool for staying." He said quietly.
"But you wouldn't have seemed like a fool…"
"Really? It seemed to me that I would have. It doesn't seem likely, does it? That I wanted to be on a date with my Meatball head…with my supposed enemy."
I lowered my eyes to his chest again. "Your Meatball head." I whispered softly, blushing. "I never thought of it that way. I think I may actually start liking that name…" I glanced up at him and noticed he was blushing lightly. I giggled. "So now YOU'RE the one who's blushing."
He coughed. "Yeah…"
"Why did you want to stay with me, though…? If I'm…your supposed enemy…"
"Well…it's because…"
I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was fighting himself…
I bit my lip.
---Darien POV---
Andrew told me time and time again that it was a very stupid move…
That when I walked out of the theater, Serena had been disappointed. I never believed him until today…
Could she possibly, possibly feel the same way? Could she think that maybe we aren't meant to be mortal enemies? That we're meant to be something much more?
If she doesn't feel the same, I could be digging my grave by saying it…
So do I say it?
Do I go for it?
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Chapter Eight End.
Yay, the evilness of being the writer! I get to control when the horrible, horrible cliffhangers come in! Wow, I've never been good at cliffhangers before…but I think I just made a really good one there! Oooh, this is gonna be fun! I can't wait until I can write the next chapter!
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Luna
