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Hello Readers! I've updated once again with my eleventh chapter, I'd first like to say sorry for the error in my last chapter, Serena was definitely supposed to be wearing a skirt NOT pants (thanks Bballnfieldhocke for pointing out my mistake) And without further ado the latest chapter!

NOTE THERE IS LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER, IF YOU DISLIKE THAT SORT OF THING THEN DON'T READ

Never Will We Be That Wonderful: Chapter 11

I remember that day so clearly in my mind. That day I first started elementary school. That day, when I met Naru for the first time…

"I want the yellow!" shouted a stout boy with thick black glasses as he shoved me to the floor.

"I was here first!" I cried as I sat up and crossed my arms.

"Leave her alone! She was here first!" screamed a girl with short wavy black hair as she grabbed the yellow paint out of the fat boy's hand.

"Here you go, he's a bully!" She said then stuck her tongue out to show her distaste of him.

"I'm Serena," I smiled while standing up to hug her for saving me. She laughed.

"I'm Naru, you have really long hair!" She commented while picking up my then black pig tail.

"Thanks, you have really big eyes," I smiled and she giggled and she took my hand to lead my over to the art supplies.

I remember that day so clearly. Standing up for me became a trend with her. When people would make fun of me she would comfort me and tell me that they're all just jealous. From that moment on her and I were best friends, inseparable even. It wasn't until high school when I made friends with Raye that we would be apart. I remember slowly starting to avoid Naru until she finally confronted me about it after school one afternoon…

"Serena! I need to talk to you!" She shouted while chasing after me out the front door of our school. It was raining outside, just like any other sad depressing day.

"What about?" I asked, pretending that this was not the conversation I had dreaded.

"Our friendship. You constantly ditch me for Raye and her friends. I mean I like Raye and all, but sometimes I just want to hang out with you and she's always with you now and I almost feel like you're trying to replace me," She laughed quietly as if hoping I was going to tell her that she was imagining things. She looked up at me. She could see that I was not about to deny her accusation. "So I'm right, you are replacing me with Raye,"

"I'm not replacing you, I could never replace you. I just happen to spend more time with Raye now," I answered while avoiding contact with her eyes.

"I thought we were best friends," She said sadly. I couldn't tell if they were rain drops or tears falling down her cheeks. Her now auburn hair was soaked because unlike me she didn't have an umbrella.

"We are best friends Naru, but Raye is my best friend also," I replied walking towards her to put the umbrella over her head as well. She moved away from it looking down at the ground.

"We're fake best friends Serena," She cried at me then ran away out of the parking lot down the road in direction to her house. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes now. She was right, we were fake best friends. We were no longer that infamous duo we used to be. We had moved on. I had moved on.

I could feel a small tear escaping my eye just thinking about that memory. I never wanted our friendship to end, but Raye hated Naru. I guess you could say she was jealous, because Ami, Lita, Mina and Raye were best friends and they were mine also but I also had Naru. Raye wanted there to be only us in the group no more than five. I have so many regrets about my life; like most people do.

The Next Day…

"Serena!" Called Ami through the crowded hallway. I waved casually as I approached her.

"Hey, how's it going?" I asked while turning to smile at someone who waved at me.

"No time for that we have to go to the bathroom now!" shouted Ami while grabbing my hand and pulling me through the people who were slowly parting for us down the hallway.

"What's in the bathroom?" I questioned while being thrusted in through the bathroom doors.

That was when I saw it there on the mirror was written in red lipstick. 'Tuskino Serena equals bitchy whore!'. My mouth dropped slightly, my first instinct was Raye.

"Who did it?" I asked Ami and she turned to me her face looking rather sallow.

"You'd think Raye, but she's been away from school for the past few days. I saw the girl do it this morning when I was using the toilet. I don't know her name, but I can point her out to you," she explained. "But that's not the only thing I need to show you,"

She then opened the last toilet stall and written on the door was 'Serena is a slut'. I fell to the floor. No one has ever hated me before without cause. Raye at least had an excuse, I took her boyfriend. I didn't understand, people were being nice to me because they thought I was the new Raye. Since when was I hated so much? What did I do to this girl that was so bad? Did she have a crush on Darien or something?

Ami took my hand and lead me into the hallway. We stood looking at people in front of the girls bathroom door. Ami then tapped my shoulder and pointed at the girl. She was the girl who had almost toppled me yesterday when I was in the hallway. What did I do to her that pissed her off so much?

"What did I do to her to piss her off so much?" I asked out loud. That's when Lita approached us and leaned against the wall beside me.

"Apparently you told her to piss off and everyone heard you and now are all abandoning her, thinking you'll hate them if you talk to her," Explained Lita.

"What? That's ridiculous I'm not some sort of Diva!" I shouted and everyone around me heard.

Then I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I turned to find a guy who was in a grade above me. He handed me a dozen roses.

"These are for you, I think you're amazing," He smiled at me and winked. I was already in a bad mood he doesn't need to bring me flowers! I threw the flowers at his face.

"I don't need this right now!" I shouted and pushed the girls bathroom door open and crouched down in the corner. I heard Lita and Ami walk in to the bathroom as well.

"Am I bad? Am I really a diva now?" I asked, wanting their honest opinions.

"Not even close Serena. Do you even remember what Raye was like? She was a billion times worse! She purposely stole people's boyfriends!" Replied Lita, I think Lita is still hurt over Raye's attempt at taking Motoki away from her.

"She's right. Raye used to always make me do her homework if she hadn't finished it the night before. She refused to believe that I was too sick to throw a party! Remember that time when I had Mono and she wouldn't believe that I couldn't move and made me throw that party? I could have died, literally!" Cried Ami in frustration.

They're right Raye was so much worse than I was. I'm still the same old nice Serena I always was and I'm definitely not the new Raye like people think I am becoming.

"You guys are right. Let's go to class," I smiled as I walked into the hallway. I saw Naru she was picking up the flowers off the floor. She then read the card and I guess it said my name on it because she looked up at me, shook her head then dropped the flowers into the trash can. I couldn't help but feel guilty for throwing them in the guys face. After all they probably were rather expensive.

After School…

"Do you think I'm becoming the new Raye?" I asked Darien as he turned down the road to drive me to his house.

"Not really," He answered dryly.

"I'm glad you don't think so," I smiled sarcastically then turned to look out the window.

"Is what that girl wrote on the mirror and stall door bothering you?" He asked.

"It's driving me insane. I can't stand it when people hate me without a real reason," I admitted while turning to face him.

"There's the proof that you're not like Raye. She had no conscience she wouldn't have cared if they wrote stuff about her on the wall. She didn't care what others think and neither should you. I know you're a good person and so do your friends," He replied smiling at me as we stopped at the stop light.

"I wonder if my friends actually think I am a good person or if they're merely being my friends because I'm their 'new boss'," I said out loud. It truly was my greatest mystery.

"Probably a little of both. Ami and Lita were always popular. They're beautiful, smart, funny and generally nice people. They just seem to not know where they fit in and therefore cling to others who are 'popular' such as Raye, Mina and yourself," He explained while turning into his driveway.

"That may be true. As for Mina she dances to her own tune and she's been like that since I've known her. She never just had us as her friends. She knew a lot of people and I admired her for that. Raye had feared her for that. Now she completely ditches everyone for Hatsumi. You know that girl in your grade? The girl who tries to go by 'Heather' but we all still call her Hatsumi?" I questioned seeing if he knew who I was talking about; not to mention what he knew about her.

In our school people generally go by either their English names or Japanese names. You basically pick one or the other when you're in your first year of elementary school. People used to make fun of my name "Usagi" because it means rabbit so I automatically chose my English name. People think it's distasteful though when you try to switch to either your English or Japanese name later in life. Hence the reason people younger then Hatsumi never call her Heather.

"Maybe in your grade you guys call her Hatsumi, but we all call her Heather. She's nice, not someone I would think Mina would get along with, but she's relatively fun. She's a cheap drunk though," He laughed as if remembering a fond memory from a party.

"Whatever, I think she's rather annoying. She will walk straight up to Mina and strike up a conversation that only the two of them know about; ignoring anyone else who happens to be talking with her. She's just very rude," I vented.

"Maybe she's shy. Mina's best friends tend to be shy people because she's so loud. Look at you, weren't you closest with her in your group when Raye was with you guys?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not shy. People only believed I was shy because I never talked and that was because Raye would make fun of almost everything I would say when I'm around people," I replied. Darien started to laugh.

"You and I used to make fun of each other all the time. I'd usually win in our small arguments. Raye didn't like how we were like that. She just wanted us to get along so bad. Now look at us she should have hoped differently," He smiled.

"No kidding. Who knew I was capable of becoming a backstabbing bitch. Then again she never really was in love with you; it was all an act," I said matter-of-fact like.

"I knew she wasn't in love with me. I was a boyfriend of convenience and she was a girlfriend of the same. Don't call yourself a backstabbing bitch though, because you're not. You've done nothing wrong it was my fault to begin with anyway," stated Darien.

He was deep and that's something I admired about him. One of the many qualities I found intriguing about him. His physical attributes enticed me and just looking at him I know I want him. When he was making out with me at his house I wanted him, but my mind rang out to stop me. My mind holds me back and keeps my true desires hidden. Unlike boys, us girls can easily hide our arousal. Unfortunately for men theirs sticks up in their pants letting the world know that they want more then just a kiss on the lips. I'm glad I'm a girl.

We arrived at his house just around dinner time. I leaned against his kitchen counter and he walked up to me and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes enjoying the soft lips pleasantly trailing my neck. My mouth soon found his; our lips colliding roughly. I could feel his tongue slip in and mine greeted it hear tingly. My body was becoming hot now. I thought we were going to have dinner not make out; not that I'm complaining. His finger tips were now compassionately caressing my thigh sending shivers up my body. My stomach was turning in knots of anticipation. Is this what I wanted? To loose my virginity now? At fifteen? To Darien? His hand was warm as it crept up my blouse to my bra where slid his hand under to access my breasts.

It was at that moment I began with my own hands. I moved them up his shirt over his abdomen; I could feel his sculpted stomach. I pulled his shirt over his head and off him. He did the same to me. He bent his head down to my breast and sucked on my nipple. I moaned out loud, I could feel him smile as he continued to kiss me. He then stopped everything he was doing and pulled away. I just stood there dumbfounded. He had stopped. I hadn't told him too. This is what I want, why would he just stop now?

"Why are you stopping?" I asked looking at him in confusion.

"This isn't what you want," He said casually while throwing my shirt at me.

"How do you know what I want? You want it too! I can see it in your pants," I accused, anger growing inside me.

"You're like a horny boyfriend you know that Serena? You don't want it. You're becoming aroused and it's not fare to let you make that mistake just because you're turned on," He replied as he pulled his own shirt over his head.

"That's not fare! I do want it!" I shouted back at him. I feel so hurt, as if he doesn't want me. He looked at me then shook his head in disappointment.

"Don't change what you want just because you're with me. I'm going to go take a shower," He replied while walking towards his bathroom.

A shower? Too cool himself off. He's just going to leave me hanging here like this? Wanting more but not allowed to have it. A shower sounds nice though. That's it. I'm joining him weather he likes it or not. I can hear the water running so he must be in it now.

I slowly crept into the bathroom and undressed myself. I can't believe I'm about to do this. I opened the shower door, scaring the hell out of him and climbed in. This was the true Serena. The bold side no one ever gets too see. He looked at me, his eyes running up and down my body. Mine were doing the same to him. I had never seen a naked man before. I could feel my cheeks turning crimson.

"You know I'm not going to sleep with you right," He said strictly.

"I didn't come in here to sleep with you," I answered and took the soap and began to wash myself. It was at that moment when I felt his arms encircle me. He pushed his lips hard against mine and slowly began to coax me to do the same. He took the soap from my hand as he began kissing my neck and washed my back. His lips met mine again with a hint of tongues. My hands were placed on his chest, keeping a small distance between us. I parted from his lips and tenderly kissed his neck. By the time we got out of the shower our bodies were wrinkled by the water.

"You know, by being in the shower with me you defeated it's purpose," He stated. I turned to him, he still had his erection. I smiled slyly watching as he covered himself with a towel.

"At least I know you find me relatively attractive," I winked at him while pulling my towel around my body.

"I find you way more than attractive," He replied pulling me towards him and kissing me.

"Come on, I'll drive you home,"

Later that Evening…

Laying on my bed always makes me think. Was this what love was? Being able to express yourself physically? Or was love an emotional feeling. I always thought love was something stupid. It was something people did so that they weren't so alone and yet in the end they always ended up being alone. My mom for instance her husband, or "love" is always on business trips all over Japan. Does she ever consider the fact that he could be having an affair? That there are more attractive women then her abroad? No she never thinks this way. Perhaps I suppose I am like her in that sense. I never think Darien is looking at other girls and yet he probably is. I don't look at other boys. Or do I? I guess I look at Allan in that way, but nothing would ever come of it.

Does Darien have the capability to love me? I doubt he's ever been in love with a girl before. Then again I've never been in love with a guy before. Or is this love that I am feeling between Darien and I right now? He sleeps with women whom he does not love. I'd hate myself if I lost my virginity to someone whom I was not in love with. I would want someone who I love and who loves me in return.

The Next Day…

"Serena!" I heard a voice call in the empty hallway. I was late arriving to school. I saw Allan running towards me.

"Why aren't you in class yet?" I asked him while opening my locker.

"I slept in and now I have to help sweep the hallways after lunch," He explained while also opening his locker. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing," I replied as I grabbed my history book.

"Nothing? That's perfect, then you're coming out with me," He said happily across from me.

"Oh am I?" I asked coyly.

"Well you're not doing anything with Darien are you? Nor none of your friends so why not hang out with me? It's not like we're going on a date," He replied casually.

Not going on a date, he just had to add the word date in there. That just made the situation worse.

"Fine, let's hang out on tomorrow then," I replied. He was right it wasn't a date so Darien couldn't be angry with me. Allan is just a friend. A friend who is 'interested' in me. A friend who makes me nervous.

"Serena! Mr. Kokori is pissed with you hurry up!" shouted Lita opening a class room door down the hallway, she was in my history class as well.

"Well I'm off see you later Allan," I said while walking down the hallway to go to where Lita was just standing.

"See you tomorrow then," He smiled and turned to go in the opposite direction.

What have I gotten myself into.

The Next Evening…

"Serena a young man is down here waiting for you!" Shouted my mom downstairs.

I had been trying for at least three hours to get the outfit right. It was different from when going on a date with Darien. I was never scared Darien would judge me by my clothing because he had seen me at my worse when he was with Raye. This was different though, I was not comfortable with Allan at all. I finally decided on a jean skirt with fringe trim and a plum blouse.

"Don't you look sophisticated," commented Allan as he watched me come down the stairs. "Don't worry Mrs. Tuskino I won't have her out late!"

He was even polite to my mother, he even bowed as we were to leave. She will fall in love with him and tell me to break up with Darien. I can hear it now.

"Where are we going?" I inquired as I did up my seatbelt. He drove an old mustang, it may be old but it was beautifully restored.

"An art show, I don't know if you'll like it but I need someone to bring with me and well you're the only girl I could see polite enough to bring," He laughed while pulling out of my driveway.

"Thanks, I think," I smiled slightly. Thank god it was dark so he didn't see that. I do like art though, it is one of my rare talents.

We entered this building that I had noticed before but never entered and there were many people our age there looking at the various pieces, but mostly adults. I noticed one piece in particular that drew my attention. It was of a naked couple, their chests to their heads was all you could see. They were about to kiss in the painting. It was titled 'Passionate'.

"I never knew you would find such a passionate painting so interesting," He smiled watching me look at the paiting.

"It's a beautiful technique, in oils I believe," I replied, sporting my knowledge of art.

"It's beautiful, the girl actually reminds me of you with the flowing blonde hair," He explained motioning his fingers in the air along the blonde hair on the painting.

"The hair is the only thing merely resembling me, the guy is dark and masculine. Similar to Darien," I smiled looking at the detail in the faces.

"I don't see Darien in the painting, but to each their own," He said drowning off to another painting. I wanted this painting, I viewed the price tag and it read fourty thousand yen. I could afford it if I spent no money for the next four months and saved my ten thousand yen a month allowance. It was at that moment I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I turned to find Micheal Witherson, Darien's 'father'.

"So we meet again Miss. Tuskino," He said quietly.

"Good evening Mr.Witherson, please call me Serena," I smiled warmly.

"Are you here with Darien?" He said glancing around at the youth in the room.

"No a friend of mine brought me here, he's over there looking at the fruit paintings," I said calmly. Why did it make me feel awkward mentioning Allan's presence to Darien's 'father'.

"Oh, I didn't think you would actually be here with Darien, he always hated this sort of thing. I wished to speak with him the other day, but he hasn't been answering his phone lately. Perhaps you could pass on a message for him to phone me?" Inquired Michael smiling slightly.

"Of course I will," I answered. It's so weird to know this man's past and yet I look at the sadness that still rests in his eyes. Perhaps he still longs for Darien's mother. Perhaps he really did love her.
"Beautiful," He commented. I looked at him with confusion and he chuckled slightly. "The painting you were admiring, it's beautiful. Breath taking even,"

"It's wonderful, I'd love to own it. The artiste did a good job portraying love in the act," I smiled, thinking back to Darien and I.

"Maybe some day you will," He nodded then continued over the next row of paintings.

"Serena, we have to go I told your mom I'd get you home on time," He explained while taking my hand to lead me out the door. I stepped into his car and slipped my seatbelt over my chest. That painting still remained on my mind. It sort of answered my question on whether love was physical or emotional. In that painting I see that it is indeed a little of both. Love is expressed through, words, feelings and actions.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight Serena," He said as he walked me to my door.
"You don't need to walk me to the door Allan," I laughed as he leaned his head towards mine. I froze, everything froze. He touched his lips to my forehead and then silently turned and walked back to his car. All he did was kiss my forehead, that's not something to tell Darien about right?

The Next Day…

"Serena! Wake up! Come here!" Shouted my mom excitingly up the stairs. I reluctantly slipped out of bed and sluggishly made my way downstairs to where she was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Look what came for you!" She said enthusiastically as she pointed towards a covered package.

I walked over to the package and undid the rope that held it all together and the packaging fell to the floor revealing the painting from the night before with a brilliant face plate at the bottom reading the word 'passionate'. I smiled glowering at the painting.

"Was there a card?" I questioned happily. My mom handed me a small card that had been attached to the front it read:

To Miss.Tuskino

You're in love, indulge your passion.

Anonymous

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Well there's the latest chapter, try not to hate me too too much for leaving you there, without a name. Any guesses who sent it to her? Hehe that's my secret! See you next chapter!

Ps. Sorry my 'lemony' parts suck, I'm not very good at them… yet!