Free Talk

Thank you so so sooo much to those of you who reviewed my previous chapter. It's so weird how I have over two hundred reviews when I was used to getting maybe eight regular people a chapter in a story and now I'm getting like 48 people on this stories alert list! That's crazy! I must also warn though that this chapter contains a little lemony content. If you don't like that sort of thing just skip over it when you come across it, if you do though sorry if it's lame it's my first try! Anyways enjoy!

Never Will We Be That Wonderful: 9

It's a blowing shock to hear that your boyfriend's mother killed herself. However, then to be told that she killed herself due to an affair? That's even more bizarre and yet not unheard of. There are of course thousands of things I could say and I'm fighting with myself to know the one that is appropriate and yet I have this slight nagging feeling that no matter what I come up with he will be offended. I choose to say nothing then.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not telling you this for your pity," He stated, sounding annoyed with me. "Now you're curious as to what happened? Like you couldn't have guessed, even you aren't that slow,"

I find it funny how no matter what the circumstances he'll always find a way of making fun of me to keep himself from looking weak. Stupid. He doesn't seem to realize that by making fun of me I realize that he is weak therefore creating the very weakness that he fears in itself. Really it is a bit of a contradiction.

"My mom met Michael when I was young, I don't remember the first time I ever saw him. He would come over for frequent visits when my father wasn't home. My mother always made sure that I had something to occupy me. At the time I didn't realize it was so she could go off and have sex with Michael without me there to disturb them," He paused and looked at me. His eyes were dark and shining in the bright light giving off an angry vibe.

"The moment my Dad found out he refused to leave her saying that he wanted her more than the other guy did. I didn't know it until a little later but once Michael found out that my father knew he imediately broke off the affair with my mother. He couldn't afford for the scandal to break loose into the public, seeing as he was a wealthy businessman. After my father found out Michael had left he became obsesssed with wild accusations such as she was sleeping around or a stripper by night. So obsessed that he convinced himself that I was not his child and that I was Michael's son and he began to resent me. If only my father had of met Michael he would have realized that he wasn't Asian and that he was a blonde British boy,"

I could see his anger beginning to flare as he was telling me the story. His emotions were becoming intertwined with hatred and resentment.

"If he just seen Michael things could have gone back to the way they were! Then again he would still be horrible towards my mother. He then one day leaves my mother and tells her that I will grow up to be a bastard son. In the end he didn't only leave, he disowned me, making me no longer his son.
My mother then began to blame me for everything wrong in her life. She hated looking at me because I wasn't Michael's son, I was her ex-husbands. She spent her days looking out towards the street below praying that one day Michael would come back for her. In the end I woke up one morning to go to the bathroom…" Again he paused this time he faced me his eyes blank as if he had been transported somewhere else. His breathing pattern was no longer normal and I could see his eyes glazed over.

"And there she was lying spread eagle on the floor staring at the ceiling fan, dead," He bit his lip looking at me. I imagine any normal person would begin to cry and break down after remembering such a catastrophe, but not Darien he stared at me still somewhere else, still in his own flashback.

"When they first told me that in her will she had sent me to be looked after by Michael, I could have died on the spot. I pleaded with the social worker that she should send me to an orphanage and she denied me of course, being that I was a minor. When I started to live with Michael he realized soon enough that I did not want to be there and he therefore sent me to an orphanage and I lived there for a while with occasional visits from him. He kept me quiet though, like he had his relationship with my mother. He was an influential businessman against hundreds of other influential businessmen just waiting for a Witherson scandal to errupt into the tabloids. He could never have been the father I wanted anyway. How could I even learn to love someone who killed my mother and made my father hate me?" He finished his story and the light returned to his eyes that were so clouded only moments ago.

I was at loss for words. How could I say something to someone who had been through so much? How was it he had never told a single sole up until now about this? Perhaps Raye did know she just didn't inform any of her friends in respect to him? She claims she's the closest to him and yet he just confided his life story in me! Was I supposed to tell him my life story? There is nothing like that to tell! I grew up a quiet life where everyone is happy and they all loved each other. It would only make him feel worse.

"I'm a fool; I swore never to tell anyone that. I think I should go," He said while getting up off my bed. I grabbed his hand in protest. After all you can't tell a story like that and expect to leave right after. "I really think I should go. We'll hang out another night,"

I looked up to his face which was looking at me. His eyes were glazed over again, this time by water. He was ready to cry and yet the tears did not fall. He noticed me staring and realized what I saw. He needs someone right now.

"I don't need you and you're wrong in what ever you're thinking," He argued seeing my eyes grow warm with concern. "I don't need anyone. You heard what I told you I've grown up alone! I can console myself!" He stomped out my bedroom door and down the stairs.

I closed my eyes and laid back down on my bed. I've come to the realization that everyone is lonely. I used to only think people such as Ami could be lonely, but I now see that even those who seem to have everything in the world including someone to love are the ones who are most unhappy. Once in love the person whom you wish to see can cause you to be lonely and therefore cause you too loose your love for them. I used to look at Darien as a sheer mystery and an object of lust. However, now that I've heard his past I realize that he is not the God everyone claims him to be; he's human. And whether he likes it or not, he needs me right now for he cannot be lonely.

I had made my decsion right there and I didn't care if it was getting late. I flew down the stairs towards the front door and booted it out the gate. I heard my mother yell after me, but there was no way in hell she could stop me.

I couldn't see his truck anymore, but I know where he is going. I turned a corner at the end of the road, still running at top speed, there was a short cut through the trails that lead me into to town. I tripped over roots in the ground and despite the mud covering my pants I continued to run though the dark thicket.

I'm scared of being rejected and told to leave and I'm completely terrified that he's going to slam the door in my face because I didn't listen to him. I don't want to hear his stubborness I want to comfort him!

I passed through the bushes that lead onto the road and I ran straight to the shopping district, near to where he lived in the two story condo. Then there it appeared straight in front of me, his two story condo.

My legs were now moving of their own free will. I was no longer doing the running they were. I came to a halt right in front of his door and gave it a soft knock. I heard footsteps and there stood Darien his eyes were jaded and his body looked tense, as if he had been crying. There was no sign of tears on his face. He gave me a confused look and I could feel my chest rise and fall as I panted heavily after my run.

He stepped down on to the pavement where I was and pulled me into a tight embrace. His strength was relaxed on me as I held him. I let him lean on me and thrust me against him harder. This is what he needed. It was what I needed to know, that he felt alone without someone there to hold him.

Slowly he swooped me up into his muscular arms and carried me inside his condo and closed the door with his foot. I was resting my head on his chest and my hand was rested gently to where his heart is.

He placed me down on the couch and moved atop of me and began to tenderly kis me. Skillfully he slid his hand up my skirt, gently caressing my thigh, lighting my body on fire. I can feel myself becoming warm and a sensation was fulfilling my body.

He continued his venture by leaving my lips and continuing to kiss down my neck. I shuddered at the sensation he was providing me. His hand tactfully began to slip up my shirt, his hands were cold and I jumped slightly but they soon grew warm. My breath was increasing with every kiss he planted on my neck. I heard a slight pop as I felt my bra undo. Almost immediately I covered them growing self-conscious. He sat up, confused and looked at me in curiosity.

"They're too small. Compared to other girls you've touched mine are mere dumplings to their melons," I said quietly biting my lip. I saw a smile play on his lips and he bent down to my neck and began kissing it again and as his lips grazed he mumbled, "Serena, you're perfect,"

At that very moment I let go. My arms slid away biding him to try again. His warm hand crept up my abdomen to my breast where his gentle hand massaged it. At that moment I became aware of the rather large bulge against me. I knew that it was his penis, only waiting to enter someone, that someone being me. I became increasingly aware of where this would lead to if not interrupted. His kisses were becoming lower and then he began to rise again from my belly button he was lifting my shirt straight off. I let him though my body was still letting go. No matter how hard I try to stop this and pull away, my body is on fire and I don't want this feeling to end. His mouth then concealed the nipple of my right breast and I couldn't stop myself from moaning in the pleasure he was conducting for me. This had to stop, if we continued you wouldn't find a virgin in the morning. Finally my mind is gaining control again.

"We have to stop," I said as I watched him continue ravish my breast. At the sound of my voice he immediately stopped as if turning himself off and shimmied up to lay equal with me on the couch. I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes in the moment. My breath still heaving inside my lungs.

"Thank you," He whispered against my head. I smiled.

The Next Day…

The smell of bacon and eggs aroused my senses. Funny, I could never smell my mother's cooking before. I reluctantly opened my eyes and noticed that I was in a living room that was definitely not my own. The sun was shining in through the terrace and the neatly arranged room had an essence of masculinity to it. I'm in Darien's condo. It's morning and I'm in Darien condo, still. My mother is going to rip me limb from limb.

"Serena are you awake?" I heard Darien shout from the kitchen. I nodded but then quickly realized that he wouldn't be able to see me nod.

"Mhmm," I replied wearily.

"Is bacon and eggs alright for breakfast?" he shouted.

"Darien did I fall asleep last night?" I replied to him, ignoring his question.

"Hmm, that would explain why you're waking up here now wouldn't it," He answered in his usual smug tone.

"My mother is going to kill me! Then she's going to kill you!" I yelled back sitting up and rubbing my eyes. My make-up had all rubbed off over night leaving me probably looking like a wreck.

"That's probably true," He replied casually.

Right now though I realize I don't care anymore. I just want to sleep and stay here. We didn't have sex so she shouldn't be completely mad. Then again she'll probably say I'm lying, because as we all know, girls who sleep with boys at their houses are not just sleeping they performing intercourse as well. I roll my eyes to this misguided thought I was having. For it was most certainly true that most mothers think this, but it was most certainly untrue that their daughters actually did this.

Sluggishly, I crept from the couch to where Darien was making breakfast. He was fully dressed and the table was set as if he had been awake for hours.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked curiously.

"Two hours now," He answered then pointed his spatula towards the time on the microwave. It read eight twenty seven. Today was Wednesday. Wednesday is a school day. Our school begins at quarter after nine. Oh god.

I looked at him in horror and he laughed and pointed his spatula towards the bathroom. I quickly ran in and took a quick shower then changed back into my smelly clothing. My uniform was at home. Shit.

Then while walking out of the bathroom I looked down the stairs to see my uniform and school bag resting against the wall. I looked at Darien with complete confusion written all over my face.

"How did these get here?" I asked looking at him amazed.

"Your mother dropped them off this morning. I haven't got the slightest idea how she knew where I lived," he answered calmly while placing the food he had been cooking onto the two plates.

"Was she angry?" I asked, a little frightened to hear the answer.

"Not angry… She was extremely calm. She then handed these to me," He said while grabbing a small box off the counter and throwing them at me. Contraception. My life is trash.

"Don't worry about it. I told her nothing happened and if it had I would have made sure to take those kind of necessary preparations,"

"Oh god you didn't say that," I pleaded with him.

"Of course I did. It's really none of her business what we do. No offense though but there's no way in hell I would get you pregnant. I'm not an idiot." He replied.

This statement makes me feel uneasy. I mean I could see why he wouldn't want to get me pregnant for the obvious reasons, but at the same time I can't help but feel that there is more to it then this. I couldn't stop myself from asking.

"What if you got me pregnant, would you stay with me?" I asked, afraid of what the answer would be.

He was silent, as if pretending he didn't hear the question. Then he slowly raised my head.

"I would be the best fucking dad to that child, even if we didn't stay together I'd be right there beside that child," a smile crept onto his lips. "Even you as a mother couldn't keep me away.

I was shocked, stunned, happy but most of all proud. Most people would have stereotyped him as someone who would get up and leave if his girlfriend became pregnant. I'm ashamed that I thought at one time that he would leave, but how was I to know his childhood was so rough? At that moment I walked up to him and hugged him from behind. His body tense up in surprise and then followed by relaxing in my embrace.

"I don't know what you're doing to me Serena," He stated while hugging my arms that were resting across his stomach. "But whatever it is, it's different and I'm enjoying it. When you showed up at my door it completely threw me off guard. No one else ever would have done that for me. No one else would have cared. Maybe I didn't tell anyone before and that's why they never showed such emotion. Last night though, it was amazing. I hope you have more surprises for me. I knew there was a real reason I was attracted to you,"

That Afternoon…

I had been sitting in the library for the last hour studying alone. I liked the library nobody would ever dare disturb someone else incase of interrupting an important study session for a test.

However in this case I had at least seven girls all piled around the table with me asking me questions about Darien and other people I happened to be connected to. There were even a few guys sitting at this very long table. It was at that moment I realized someone had just sat across from me. Everything around me froze as I realized who it was. There was Allan with a book on world history sitting straight across from me. He smiled and nodded then opened his book and began to read it. I tried to continue studying but I couldn't concentrate. I constantly found myself looking up to see if he was looking at me, in which he wasn't. I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed his presence, of course they had they just weren't paying any attention to him. They were more concerned as to how 'big' Darien is. I was the only person who was affected by him sitting there. The sad and most pathetic part of that was he knew it too. Quickly I gathered my things and got up from the table and left the library.

"Serena!" I heard a voice call after me. I turned to see Allan running towards me.

"You left in such a hurry, was my presence bothering you?"

"No I was finished studying and I wanted to return to my locker so I can go to my next class," I lied and he saw right through it.

"Do I make you nervous Serena?" he asked then smiled after.

"Yes," I replied, lying was getting me anywhere so why not tell the truth.

"Why is that? I shouldn't make you nervous. I speak to you in Japanese now," He joked then flashed his perfectly straight teeth at me.

"What did you say to me in English last time we talked?" I questioned him, I was really serious. I wanted to know if he said his sister likes Darien and what he said about me.

"I said that my sister likes Darien and that I'm interested in you, 'fancy' Serena is a British word for 'like' understand?" he replied courteously.

"God I just knew that you said she likes Darien! Why can't people just leave him alone and face up to the fact that he's mine!" I explained in frustration, ignoring his last comment about the term 'fancy'.

"The same reason that I can't face up to the fact that you're his," answered Allan leaning against a locker in the hallway.

"What do you think he's to good for me? He is too good for me you're right," I replied turning my head away from Allan.

"No I think you're too good for him," He replied once more in his coy way.

"Where are you going with this?" I asked facing him again.

"I told you I'm merely interested in you. I think you judge yourself to harshly. Often I've heard you put yourself down and just so you know most men find this extremely unattractive. I think you're honest, beautiful, funny and all around interesting. With that said, I do find you terrible fake though," He stated, his face now wore a serious look.

"What makes you think I am fake?" I questioned, almost as if I had ignored his other comments. It's nice to pretend you're used to this sort of thing.

"You just did it right there, you're being someone you're not. You're not used to boys hitting on you or complimenting you. I believe given the opportunity if someone who was much more attractive than Darien were to come along and pay attention to you, you would leave him for them in a heartbeat," He said arrogantly. Who was he to say what I would do and wouldn't do?

How can this man be so bold as to say something like that to me? Does he know whom he is referring to? The Darien Chiba… The Darien that all girls would kill to spend one night with. I could feel my face darkening. I'd never give up Darien for someone else. I would hate to see him go to waste to someone else who just wants him to make them popular.

"I could never do that. I waited for so long to be with Darien. I suffered so much for him. He was my best friend's boyfriend and I still went out with him. I felt like I was being used by him for a period of time there but-" I explained but was rudely interrupted by Allan.

"And you still went out with him? Do you not realize you look like a fool explaining all this to me?" He said flashing me his bright amber eyes.

"You didn't let me finish. He never used me, I used him. I had feelings for him and instead of telling him I just made an affair relationship based on physical feelings. He needed something different someone whom he could share things with, not some girl he could get in their pants the moment they were alone. He needed someone to tell him no even though he wanted it. I know more about him than anyone else and no one will ever take that away from me, not some hot sexy new guy and certainly not you!" I explained glancing up at him with my light blue eyes. His face was still serious and except for the awkward grin plastered upon his lips. I brushed past him making sure to hit his shoulder.

"It's unfortunate that you spark my interest the moment I see you frustrated, for then do I see the true 'Tuskino Usagi'" He called after me. He dared to use my Japanese name.

That Evening…

I opened my front door to my house and saw my mother hurrying to make dinner in the kitchen. I'm a little frightened to see her but I guess this is what happens when you fall asleep in a boy's arms after almost having intimate sex with him. Perhaps I can sneak by her up to my room.

"Usagi may I have a talk with you?" I heard her call out from the kitchen. Great, my Japanese name, she might as well have said 'Serena you are in shit'.

"Mom I am so sorry! I just… It's just…" I stuttered under her domineering glare.

"It's fine, just please explain why," She said calmly. She was calm, if she's so calm then why did she call me Usagi?

"We had just had a conversation and he had explained some intimate details to me and I felt that it was my duty to comfort him. He was so upset and I felt so helpless as he walked out the door and refused to stay with me. I knew he needed me that's why I ran all the way to his house last night and then well I ended up falling asleep on his couch! I swear though mom I didn't have sex!" I shouted almost in tears now. I can't tell if these tears are real or if I'm merely making them happen for effect.

"I know you didn't have sex the pills were my friendly warning to him not you. If you had sex you would have acted completely different!" She shouted at me.

"How would you have known?" I asked, I was bewildered by her statement.

"A mother's intuition. My mother knew when I had sex and the next day she slapped me hard across my face," Stated my mom while holding her hand to her face as if remembering the pain she had felt that day.

"So are you angry at me? Do you want me to ground myself?" I asked looking at her.

I had never been grounded before in my life. I was a relatively good child. Until now I had never given her cause to want to ground me.

"No you're not grounded. I'm not angry with you. As stupid as this may sound it would be hypocritical of me to say that you're not allowed to sleep over at his house. However with that in mind I would prefer it if you didn't," She explained.

I nodded in my understanding and left the kitchen to go to my bedroom. I set my things down and stripped until I was in my panties and bra and then I laid down on the bed.

As I lay in deep thought I now realize that I had been called beautiful today and by all people, Allan. Darien never called my beautiful, although last night he said I was perfect. Which is better though to be beautiful or to be perfect? If I am beautiful then I have desireable qualities, but if I am perfect then I am flawless. Darien once told me I was not as hot as Raye and yet he exclaims last night that I am perfect. A part of me thinks this was a ploy to get into my pants and yet somehow I can't trust that theory. I just don't see it in him to try and get in my pants that way. Either way I feel rather beautiful right now after hearing those comments actually directed at me. I can hear my annoying cell phone tone going off in my school bag.

"Hello?" I said into the cell phone.

"Hey it's Mina," I heard her chirp. Strange, I hadn't heard from Minako in a very long time.

"Hi, what are you phoning me for?" I questioned, it was strange to hear from her now after she had abandoned me as soon as Darien and I started going out.

"I just wanted to see how you were and what's new with you," She stated, still in a rather bubbly tone.

"Nothing much. No offense Minako but why are you really phoning me? I thought you had stopped wanting to hang out with me?" I said into the receiver.

"Nope definitely not. I've just been really busy with other things sorry. I've met all these really cool people… You should meet Axel, he's from Germany and he's gorgeous! Oh and then there's Drew from New York, again beautiful…" She droned on.

Somehow I could care less about these boys whom she was claiming to be gorgeous. Considering I was now going out with Darien her conversation about boys I should meet seems rather pointless. It was ridiculous trying to reason with her though. It seems all she ever wants to do now is meet guys. Funny how she always leads them on and yet never dates a single one of them. Her attitude is awful as well. I find it strange how she changed so much within such a short amount of time. I knew though that it was only to soon that she would get bored of me.

"How are you and Darien?" She said happily into the phone.

"We're fine," I answered.

"Are you giving me the cold shoulder?" She said a little stunned into her side of the phone.

"Not trying to, sorry," I lied.

"Hmm, it's because you're all of a sudden popular now and you feel you're too good for your old confidant?" She said sarcastically.

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm not popular and no offense but you pretty much ditched me for so long I find it strange that you want to hang out with me now," I shot back.

"Not like you tried to hang out with me now did you?" She laughed into the phone. "Whatever Serena I have to go maybe see you at school if your heads not to big to look my way in the hallway,"

I heard the phone hang up. Well I'm in complete shock. The nerve of her to talk like that to me when she's the one who ditched me. I didn't contact her because I felt there must be a reason why she's not wanting to speak to me. Who says I'm popular? Sure lots of people talk to me and I have two boys interested in me but is that what popularity is? No!

The Next Day…

I walked down the crowded hallway when some girl ran into me and almost knocked me to the ground.

"I'm sorry Serena," She stammered looking at me with fear. No one had ever looked at me with fear in their eyes. I almost like this feeling.

"You better be sorry, piss off," I said while she ran away pushing her way through the hallway. I looked over to see Darien sitting there watching me. His eyes unreadable. I blushed and continued walking past him just as he grabbed my arm.

"What was that?" He asked looking at me.

"What was what?" I replied by asking a question as well.

"The way you completely humiliated that girl, since when do you do shit like that?" He said confused.

"I always hated people almost pushing me over in the hallway. Now that people seem to respect me more I don't have to fall over and have them run off without saying sorry," I smiled looking past him. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me.

Even in the crowded hallway people made a small bubble around us. I feel like a Queen, similar to how Darien must feel at all times. I felt eyes on me though. I couldn't pin point from where but someone was looking at me. I searched the hallway for Allan but he was no where in site nor was his sister Natsumi or Raye. Then there she was, leaning against her locker staring straight at me. Naru looked disgusted by me. Now I was really confused for I had done nothing wrong and yet here she is with this horrified look spread across her face.

"Naru?" I called out at her, but she shook her head and turned to go through the crowd down the hallway. What had I done to offend her?

Free Talk:

Booooo… What a terrible ending I've given you! I must say I've probably re-written this chapter about four times. I was never satisfied with it, I'm glad I finally am now though. I like how it's going and there were some VERY important points in this chapter that you won't really realize were important until I'm finished writing this story. Hehe please remember to REVIEW! Thanks, until next time! Bye!