Yes… I'm still alive! I know, I know… I'm sorry I haven't updated my story for a loooong time (and still have the guts to start a new story). Don't worry, I'm almost finished typing the last part of my new fanfic while trying to finish the next chapies for 'Just one Kiss!' Ahh… I'm starting college now… I don't know if I'll make that much friends now… I miss my old ones… I'm scared I won't make new friends (sniff!). I'm kinda shy when I'm in a new environment, I don't easily adapt to new stuff, ya know…

Anyways, hope you guys like this fic… I don't know why but I keep feeling something's missing in me so, sorry if my fics nowadays are kinda dry. Reviews, suggestions and pockies are accepted! Yes, POCKY! I've been watching Gravitation too much… hehe, sorry about that…

ENJOY!

Previously:

'Why is it so hard? It's not that I haven't done this before.' he questioned as he thought about the MANY times he had done this to the all those annoying girls that followed him.

'Yeah…but why haven't you done it to Serena. Why now? If you were so intent on getting rid of Serena, why have you just thought of this?' The nagging voice at the back of his head argued.

He frowned as he thought about it. 'He's right… why have I just thought about this now?' He shook his head clearing all thoughts about the subject and concentrated staring at the window as he felt the plane starting to move into, unknowingly, the most memorable summer vacation he ever had and ever will.

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Serena's Diary

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Dear Diary,

I don't know why…last week, I would've given anything to be here beside Darien, but now….now….I'll give everything just to be away. I feel like such a dim-witted lowlife in his eyes. Oh my God, his eyes. They're like sharp daggers that cut to my very soul… to my very heart, and with those same eyes, all I can see are dark empty holes. It's funny actually, oh the irony of it all, of how all the things that I have admired in him the most is what drives me further away from him…I don't know how to even explain it. Disappointment, anger, sadness and grief, all mixed up inside of me. What happened to the old Darien? He never looked at me that way before, with so much…anger? Repulsion? Why? He wouldn't hate me, would he? Oh please! No…

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Serena suppressed the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. 'Why did he look at her like that?' She turned to find him asleep; a peaceful look had replaced his earlier angry one. She bowed her head back down to her lap, closed her diary and replaced it back in her bag. Her heart was beating fast, not from the closeness of them, but from the way he was acting. She had never, in her whole time she had been friends with him did he look or treated her like that.

She sighed as she looked over to the window and closed her eyes. She picked up a book from her bag and started reading.

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The last five hours have been a blur to her (spare me! I don't know how long it takes to get there ok?) as the plane started to descend from its height.

Serena looked over to where Darien was still sleeping. A frown marred his handsome features now, as he continued to murmur in his slumber.

DREAM

He looked around the dense fog that surrounded him. He was frantic. One minute, his princess was in his arms smiling sweetly up to him and the next…only darkness. Somewhere in both the darkness and fog, she was calling out to him. Her voice echoed throughout the shadowy depths. Her soft calling voice was full of sadness and misery as she continued to ask the same question again and again.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" her voice echoed through his ears and struck his heart in a painful blow. It's as if he can see her, he knew she was crying. It broke his heart to know this, and to find out that he was the cause of her anguish.

"What do you mean? Where are you? What can I do to make you come back to me?" he would always reply, but she never said anything else. Only those words over and over again.

Her voice started fading until she would answer no more. He kept calling out to her but to no avail. Hope was slipping through his fingers just like that. He kept on calling out to her, louder and louder; she was still there, he could feel it, but why isn't she answering him?

He tried to grasp anything in front of him but there was only darkness. It's like it's sucking the energy right out of him… his heart thumped painfully as his hand continued to grasp onto nothingness. A cold sweat had broken all over his body. He felt her slipping away from him as every second ticked. He needed to get to her… he needed her.

OUTSIDE OF DREAM

A mild sweat has formed on his forehead and Serena bit her lip as she continued watching him turn in a little ways. A troubled look came to her face as she looked around for help. She didn't know what to do. His murmuring was going louder and louder and she felt that it was right to wake him up.

'Should I? What if he's still mad at me?' she thought, but all her uneasiness vanish when she saw the light become a full cold sweat as Darien continued to move more and more violently.

With her mind set, she grabbed his broad shoulders and started to shake him. Her shakes became more frantic as he still refused to wake up. Finally her heart had stopped racing and she let out a sigh of relief when his eyes started to slowly open and focus.

"Wha… what happened… where..?" he asked groggily. He then sat upright, surprising Serena with his actions, as he remembered his dream. He closed his eyes and placed his head on his hands as he tried to recall his dream. He rubbed his palms over his closed eyes as his heart came down from its fast hammering.

'What happened? What was that dream about? Her voice… it breaks my heart to hear her like that. Why? What happened? What have I done to her to make her so sad?' he thought as he rubbed his temple and felt a headache starting to form. He groaned and opened his eyes to meet another pair staring straight at his.

"What do you want now Meatball Head?" he grunted, his voice dripping with venom. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her now. He watched as she recoiled from his words and instantly regretted it when he heard what she had next said.

"I just wanted to know if you're all right. You scared me when you were trashing around while you were sleeping. I'm sorry" she muttered as she turned away from him and closed her eyes.

He continued watching her even though she had already turned her back at him. His heart started beating faster again. His dream princess' voice started to echo through his mind again. Her words were ringing in his ears. He didn't know why but, it's like, Serena was the one who was speaking to him, telling him those same words, tears flowing from her eyes. He saw her in his minds eye, calling out to him, crying softly, just as his princess had a few moments ago. He reached out to touch her. He was out of the line with what he did; he needed to apologize to her.

His hand was about to reach her pink sweater when the crack of the microphone was heard from the speakers. He turned around to look as other people started waking up and looked up to the flight stewardess assisting to the need of others.

"This is your captain speaking; we are now approaching our destination. Please be reminded that while the light is on, seatbelts should be fastened securely and is not to be taken off. The official time of our arrival is…"

When he turned around he saw that she was already fastening her seatbelt. He was about to tell her when she silenced him with a sad smile and swiftly looked away. He knew he was forgiven, but, why doesn't it feel right?

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(A.N. I've never been to Hawaii so I'll be taking this from my experience, the look of the airport and paces, when I went to Hong Kong instead… sorry…)

(A.N. The scenes here are extremely fictional and in no way related to anyone anywho, dead or alive…human or taxi... if I had my way, then cars would talk and Pocky and Chocolate will be growing from trees…)

The airport was packed with summer tourist that came from all around the world. People were bumping onto one another without as much as a backward glance. People had crowded around the carousel (is that what they're called!) as each one vied to get to there luggage first, yet four people weren't risking their lives to jump into the fray. No siree, they were standing at the back, apparently amused with how someone could bend another's arm, in a way that didn't seem possible before, to get to their bags first.

"It's a mad house…" Andrew uttered as he watched an old lady (that looks VERY familiar) sock a man that was standing between her and her precious bags. "I wonder what's the rush…"

They watched as the old woman grabbed her luggage and ran… I mean, limp over to the taxi services. They saw that only five were left; that's probably why they were trying to get to their stuff first. They continued to watch in amusement as the man grandma socked, hobbled over to another one of the taxis and drove off.

After a minute of amusing theatrics for some, impressive wrestling moves from a couple from Norway and a few broken teeth, they ushered themselves to the carousel to get their own luggage with the other 'losers' from the big fight earlier. They got their bags and headed off to the doors to the limousine waiting outside. Not knowing what two of their number was thinking of.

'Forgive me, Serena…'

'Why are you doing this to me Darien…?'

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