Chapter One ( The big news )
Summary: Serena is in love with Darien, but to him, she'll always be like a lil sister and the fact that he have a girl that his in love with doesn't help the matter.
A/n; I'm sorry that I may have disappoint most people, in believing that I've posted up chapter seven, but no. It's just that I'm revising the story, and adding more details. So please bear with, if you have any questions, e-mails are acceptable. I wouldn't mind answering some of your questions.
If I was Your Woman
I am beyond bored, as I sat on one of the plastic-covered booth that was in the crown arcade, for the past twenty minutes. My fidgeting hands began to perspire, as I waited patiently for Darien. Uncertainty of what the big news was about crossed my mind. The only thing that I knew for sure was that Darien had one of the greatest new, and I was the first to be graced with it.
For the next five minutes or so, my boredom increased ten fold. I would occasionally tuck my shoulder length blond hair behind my ear, here and there ( to keep myself occupied ), but that wasn't happening. I was a patient person. Well considering the fact that I'm always late, doesn't really place any truth behind my previous statement.
However, I am waiting for Darien Shields, a.k.a. Mr. Perfection. So the question is, where is Mr. Perfection. I took a glance at my watch once more and realize that his thirty minutes late.
Under any other circumstances, I would have up and left. But we are talking about Darien. And he isn't jut anybody. His well . . . his him. And plus I wanted to hear what he had to tell me.
I sigh at the thought of that. I couldn't wait. The suspense was eating up inside of me, as I sat there sipping on my vanilla milkshake.
"Waiting for someone" a deep male voice came from behind.
I turn my head toward the voice. Looking up, I saw a tall figure at 6'1 hoovering above me. Ebony hair slicked back, with the hint of navy glinted all around. His facial features sexy as ever, but not as enticing as his eyes. They were a shade of a dark blue ocean, and like the ocean, if you get too caught up in the tide, then there's no turning back.
Turning back was not what I intended to do.
That feeling stirred up every time I stared in them. I just got caught up, and never wanting to be save from them. As much I wanted to continue on looking there, I reminded myself of the fact that he had me waiting on him for over thirty minutes.
I deliberately turned my head towards my shake, and continued on sipping. The drink tasted more like milk rather then the actually shake, due to the fact that it was the same shake I've ordered when I had first arrived. Non the less, it was a better distraction then the man that I had sat down on the other side of the booth.
'So" he began, trying to catch my attention, but miserably failed at doing so. "I'm sorry that I'm late, I just got caught up." He claimed
Caught up my butt, I thought distastefully. There something called a cell phone. Wait, that's not such a great argument since I don't have a cell phone. Hm. Note to self. Ask, no more like beg. Yes, beg mom and dad for a cellular phone.
I stop sipping, tilted my chin higher and look at the babbling man as he continued on with his apology. He gazed into my eyes, giving me that puppy look, where as his eyes becomes huge and glossy. He looked sorry enough but I wasn't going to let him off the hook so soon.
I began stirring the shake . . no, stirring the milk with the straw as I gave him a blank stare. Realizing that his latest attempt was no avail, he sign deeply with an aggravated look. Signing once more he tried the third time.
"Fine your mad that I'm late. I can understand. Then I guess I'll just leave with out you knowing the news." He said smugly.
I must admit that I wanted to know what the news was about, badly, as I discontinue stirring the milk.
I smiled at his smirk and lean back against my seat. What can I say, other then third times a charm.
I cranked my head to my right. So are you going to tell me or are we going to continue this staring contest.
"I rather opt for the contest" he answered seriously
"Darien" I whined out
"Meatball head" he said in the same manner
"Hey, if you haven't notice" I exclaimed pointing toward my hair "I haven't had those since I was six." As much as I hated that nicknames, I secretly loved it. "Are you gonna make me suffer?"
"That's how I like it best" he teased, my ears ringing in the meaning of the double entendre.
"Whatever" I said blushing from ear to ear, hoping that he wouldn't notice.
"Awe, come on you know that you want to hear it"
"No, I don't"
"Fine then I . . . "
"Okay, okay, okay." I said, interrupting him "you know I want to know, so why do you have to make a girl suffer like that"
"Cuz, that's how I . . . "
" like it best" I said finishing up his sentence "yea, yea so can you spill it already"
"Well . . . l" He began dragging it out with a smile that could just melt your heart out.
'Well" I repeated as he pulled out an object out of his favorite green jacket. The same green jacket that I detest. One of these days, I'm going to burn it. Don't know when, don't know how. But it will be done.
He handed me the object and I took it. I study it, before giving him a questionable look. It was a small velvet red box.
"Open it" he said gesturing towards the box, getting my eyes off the object for a mere second before glancing up at him. I graced him with the same questioning look then look back at it. Obediently doing what I was asked to do –I open it, then froze when I saw what it was. It was a ring –not just any type of ring, more like a promise or an engagement ring.
As soon as the realization hint on, my mind went on a battle within itself. Why was he giving me this? I mean I thought I was only like a sister to him. Nothing more. Just a little girl he seems to want to help out, off and on. Unless . . . he felt the way I do about him.
A slow smile crept upon my face.
"So you like it" he said observing my smile.
"Yes" I replied softly, without taking my eyes off the object of affection
"Good. Then if you like it, that means Anne is going like it too."
Automatically, the smile disappeared.
"You okay" he said after I haven't said anything
"I'm good" I lied as I felt the tears that were about to burst, but wouldn't let them.
"You sure"
"Yes I'm sure and I bet that Anne will love the ring" I said chocking up sadly while handing it back to him.
"Do you think she's going say yes?"
"Off course she will, I mean who wouldn't"
"True, very true." He said with a modest smile.
I knew that he had a girl, but I never thought that it was serious. Just like the others, I assume that it wouldn't last, and that I'll be his light, but I guess I was wrong.
"So when do you think I should propose to her"
"Do whatever you want to" I said rushing out of the booth, running out of the arcade and leaving a very confused man.
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