Chapter Seven ( Pizza anyone )
If I was Your Woman
I awoke the following morning with a huge tummy ache. Clutching my stomach, I moan in agony, wavering from side to side. It wasn't hard to figure out why I was feeling such way. With one glance at my room, my eyes then roamed over to the pizza box. With that, I recalled of what happened last night in the livingroom.
I remembered standing in my kitchen, while dialing the phone number for the pizza. However, before making that call, I went against my first decision, and called Darien. To my very disappointment and utter relief, I received his voice mail. It was smooth, silky, and sexy all put in one.
When he was done, the automatic voice operator blasted my ear with the many options I could choose from. I bit the inside of my left check, wonder whether I should leave a message. Hearing the beep, I hanged up. It's not like he wouldn't have notice that I called, he did indeed have caller I.D..
So from there, did I make the actual call for my dinner.
Forty minutes later, the bell from outside rung. Reaching toward the counter, I took the money, and walked over to the door.
Without even asking who it is, I handle the door knob and grasps it open.
"So how much do I owe you" I asked without looking up at the delivery person.
"That depends on how much your willing to give me for my service" came a male husky and seductive voice of whom I had presume to be the delivery boy.
I tilted my chin upwards and began blushing furiously afterwards. The man looked dashing as ever, as though he just stepped out of a GQ magazine. He wore black pant suit, and a white collar shirt tucked in, and blacks shiny shoes.
Clearly, from the looks of it, it was not the uniform of a delivery person.
The blushing decreases as I tried to think of something witty to say. However, none came to mind. Instead I ask "What are you doing here"
Ignoring my question, he brushed passed me and walk into the hall, down toward the livingroom. Before following suit, I closed the door, as I did so, the bell rung. I open it, once more, and whom I first assume it to be was standing right before me. I paid up ( tip including ), and walk toward where Darien was at, closing the door first.
"That smells good" He commented as I placed the pizza pie on the little clear table and sat on the couch abjection to his.
"I know, and it's all for me"
Tisking, he shook his head in a disagreement.
"That's a shame"
"But it's the truth" I countered. "And plus you didn't answer my first question"
"What does that have to do with giving me a slice"
"Nothing, it's just that you didn't answer it"
Ignoring the question, he placed his large right hands over the edge of the pizza box and slowly lifted it upwards, cautiously eyeing me. The box widens, flapping to the other side as I glared at him. Taking a more daring step, he hovered his palm over a slice.
"Don't. You. Dare." I slowly spoke out.
Arching an eyebrow and with a quick swift, he took the slice.
I watch in slow motion as he continues to mock at me. The oil gliding down the pizza every so slowly, as the tip of it, (which consisted mostly of cheese ), inch up closer to his pink tongue.
He never saw it coming, nor did me, until I actually did it.
I don't know what came over me, but the next minute, I literally leap off of my seat and onto him. Straddling him, I tried to take a hold of what was rightfully mine as he waved his arm away from my reach. We struggle to keep in control of the pizza, as I tried ( and miserably, might I add ) failed at conquering it. However, as bad as I was trying to retrieve it, I can look back and say that I never gave up.
He got up with his arms still in the air, and I in the same position, as I discontinue my movement, gripping his shoulders and tightening my legs around his waist. As he finally stood still, he place the palm of his left hand on my lower back, keeping me steady. I then inched up closer so that I was looking down into his orbs.
Smiling sweetly at him, he gave me a questionable look.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have nice shoulders" I wondered massaging them
"What" he baffled out. It came out more of a moan, but confused at my sudden change none the less. I couldn't help but notice that his breathe smelled minted
Stopping what I was doing, I titled my head to the side, giving him one of the most innocent looks I can conjure up ( which to be honest, wasn't really that hard ).
His obtrusive gaze wondered as my heart quickens. I had inhaled quickly, trying to ignoring it, in the remembrance of my pizza.
Proceeding to look within the depth of his eyes, the massage continues. With one arm on his shoulder, and the other one inching up toward my pizza, my plan was working perfect well without any recognition on his part. That was until my fingers came in contact with his wrist.
What was once so seldom, came into my ploy.
Quickly removing his left hand from the small of my back, he gripped the arm that was arching toward the slice. Struggling to keep my body wrapped around his, I tried pushing up on him harder. As I did so, his balance wavered, and he ended up falling on his back as I was on top, with our legs dangled with one another.
My face was on the creek of his neck as we took a breather. Lifting my head, I notice that the slice of pizza was still intact with his hands. I didn't think that he noticed, that I've noticed the slice, so I quickly reach for it, but apparently wasn't quick enough.
"Give up" He breathlessly demanded
"Never!" I yelled out, trying to sound strong, but was sure that it didn't come out sounding like that.
"Sharing is caring" he stated matter of factly, as though that was supposed to persuade me.
With his large frame, he rolled us over. So now we were in the position in which he was on top. Licking my lower lip, I couldn't stop but wonder whether he like it that way.
"So you finally gave up, huh. ? " He question, noticing that my mind was elsewhere.
"NEVER!"I yelled, making sure that it came out the way that I wanted it to come when I tried it the first time.
I tried to reach for the slice for the up most time, but didn't get a chance to get it, once again might I add. Smirking, he plopped up, straddling his legs around my pelvis area, taking both my wrists in his large hand.
At that moment, I was basically under his control.
Using what was left of me, I started swarming. "Let me go you oversize jerk" I demanded, grasping for air.
Rather then doing what I commended, his eyes continue to mock at me in laughter.
I carried on with my movement, then discontinue the motion at the sudden change of events.
Something felt different, and I know it wasn't just an emotional feeling. I gaze into Darien's eyes, to acknowledge this change and found something else as well. His dark blue orbs darken, making it look black.
I widen my mouth, in the process of saying something, but before I was given a chance to say something. He shoot up then placed the slice in the box before walking into the hall. Afterwards, a door of some sort closed with a bang.
I laid there to astound to move. Finally getting my courage, I took the box of double cheese pizza into the kitchen.
I knew that by now, it would have been cold. So I turned the oven on, placed the pizza on the aluminum foil and popped it into the oven.
Ten minutes passed by as I sat on one of the seats by the island, nipping away on my pizza slice. Hearing a door to a room open and closed, I waited on the arrival of Darien. Rather then stopping to talk to me, he went straight for the door.
Bewildered, I got up from my seat and followed him.
It was quite dark and a bit chilly when I walked out the door as my blonde hair blow against the wind. Hugging myself, I called after him before he got in his convertible. He stiffen a bit, before reluctantly turning to face me and then leaning against his car.
I just stood there on, deciding not to descend the three steps.
He appeared to look different then he had about fifteen minutes ago. His hair was now ruffle in a mess, as though pulling it for the longest. His once tucked shirt was now untucked and wrinkled.
I stood there, gazing at him, as he did to me. I wanted to say something, but every time I tried to utter a word, I closed my mouth soon after.
Finally did something come out "Don't you want your pizza"
His upper left lip quirked upwards in a half smile. Shaking his head, he gestured in a no.
"So we had that fight for nothing" I said a bit agitated, rising my voice.
At that, he smiled fully and looked to the side. I followed his gaze and saw darkness. Doing a little dance in keeping myself warm, I wonder on what went through his mind. Does he think about me the way I do to him? Does he care about the same things that I cared about? Does he ever think about being anything other then a Doctor.
At times like this I wish that I had the power that Mel Gibson had in that movie, What a woman want. Putting my own little twist to it of course, I would be reading a male's mind.
Feeling as though I was being watch, my gaze went back toward Darien, and indeed he was looking at me. His eyes looked different. I couldn't decipher what that look was since it disappeared soon after.
I signed deeply and lowered my voice with sadness " Are you mad at me?"
Leaning forward, his pushed his body upwards off the car and walked up to me. He was close, to the point where I could small his minted breath. Even though I stood on top of the first step, he was still taller then I, but only by an inch.
Sighing, he breathed in and out. " No, Serena, I'm not mad at you"
"Then why all of a sudden you want to up and leave"
"You wouldn't understand kid" he softly whispered.
Rolling my eyes, I said "obviously if you don't tell me anything, then how would you expect to understand"
"Drop it" He warn, and stupidly I didn't back down.
"No." I countered
"Why the fuck can't you ever grow up and let things be. I've asked you let it go, and here you are still running your mouth."
I stood there astound at the fact that he would swear at me. I mean me, his so call "best friend." The only time he spoke like that was when he was aggravated or upset with someone else. And plus if he was mad at me. He would never have cuss.
Taking his palm, he ruffed up his face making his face turn red, then began ruffling up his hair back in forth. He opened his gap to say something to me, but before he got a chance to utter a word, I slammed the door in his face.
So here I was on my bed this morning. Sitting in my room. I thought about Darien, ignoring the countless calls that he left behind.
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a/n:
When I decided to write this chapter, I can honestly say that I really didn't expect the ending to end like that. I kept on thinking that I was moving too fast on certain part with this chapter as well, then realize that it kinda played into the parts of the story. So hopefully you all enjoyed, and aren't you happy that it's all about Darien and Serena.
Thank you all for reviewing. srsmoon thank you for pointing out my mistake. Rini, you made me laugh, but I can't really answer those questions. You'll just have to wait and see.
If anyone have any questions, you can e-mail me, and I'll answer all your questions.
q/a:
1. Will there ever be a Darien pov? The answer is no. I'm not going to write one because, I wrote this story in mind in where Serena was the one telling the story, and what she have to go through in order to make Darien realize that she isn't just a kid.
