Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or any of the characters, but this is my original story line.

Rated: T

Chapter 2: Can you Make it?

Serena splashed cool water onto her face as she washed off the rest of her face wash. Patting her face dry, she towel-dried it as she walked back to her room. She glanced around herself, smiling slightly. Her apartment was small, and perhaps cramped, but it was clean, and that's what mattered. Folding her towel into three parts, she returned it to its rack. Opening her closet doors, she retrieved a pair of her favorite jeans and tank top, with a little jacket.

Quickly changing, she petted her cat Luna, and fed her before opening her door and leaving. Breathing on her hands slightly, she made her way to a waffle house nearby; it was now almost winter, and the cold was beginning to pick up. Entering the building, she sat down at one of the tables and looked through the menu. Deciding what she wanted, she nodded to a waitress, who came and got her order.

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Darien moaned slightly he stretched out his arms. He had been up since six that morning lifting weights, and now it was close to eleven. Grabbing a towel from a nearby rack, he wiped his sweat covered forehead. Hearing footsteps he glanced up and saw Andrew enter the room, his muscle shirt coated with sweat, pulling slightly on the towel hanging from his neck.

"What's up, man," Darien grinned as Andrew walked in.

Andrew smirked, "Oh yeah, Darien, come one, don't act like nothing happened."

Darien looked up at him, his grin widening. "Act like nothing happened? What are you talking about?"

Andrew laughed and punched his shoulder as he sat down at the bench beside him; laying back and getting ready to bench press. "Don't act like we don't know what happened between you and Trista last night. I may be a blond, but I'm not dumb."

Darien laughed and lay back down, lifting up the bar bell. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Andrew only smiled as he began to do bench presses, his eyes concentrated on the silver bar that was in front of him. "Yeah, okay, whatever you say."

Darien finished the rest of his reps, and but the bar back on it's holder before getting up, grabbing his towel as he did so. "I'm going to hit the showers, and go get some breakfast."

"Isn't it a bit late for breakfast?"

Darien shrugged as he left the room and headed for the showers. Him and his friends were really lucky; they had all this great stuff in there house and they were only twenty-two. They had really made the big time, and as a reward they got a huge house with there own equipment room, and many other things. Rumors had it that there house was bigger than the white house and the Biltmore house combined.

Shedding off his clothes, he turned on the water and stepped inside the shower. Smiling as the hot water gushed down onto his sweat streaked body; he thought about what had happened the night before. He needed to get Trista to come over that night too.

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Darien opened the door to waffle house, hearing the bell chime slightly. Pushing up his sunglasses further onto his head, he pulled his black leather jacket closer to him. Making his way to a nearby table, he sat down and opened his menu. Glancing down at the choices, he cursed under his breath; it was hard to read things indoors with sunglasses on.

A waiter came up and took his order and his menu. As he waited silently for his food to come, he glanced around himself. Why am I even eating at a public place? This place is probably filthy. Suddenly, his eyes caught a girl with golden hair. Could it be her? Breathlessly, he got up, making his way towards her.

"Excuse me," he asked, tapping her shoulder. Serena turned around, her eyes looking up at him, making him breathless. "Um . . . do you mind if I sit with you?"

Serena looked up at him, it was the man from the night before, Darien Shields, or she thought so; she couldn't really tell with the sunglasses on. "Um . . . sure."

Darien sat down across from her, staring at her; she was even more beautiful than he remembered. "Hey, remember me, Darien?" he cursed himself mentally, what a stupid way to start out.

Serena smiled slightly, "Yeah, I remember you."

Darien cleared his throat, why was he like this around her? "Sorry for running out on you yesterday; my sister made me leave."

Serena raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that was your sister? I figured she was your girlfriend."

Darien shuddered, thinking of Raye as his girlfriend was just repulsive. "No, that's my sister Raye. My girlfriend's name is Trista." He cursed himself mentally again, why did he have to mention Trista? "Well, anyway, I just wanted to say you did really good last night."

Serena smiled politely, taking a sip of her milk. "Thank you. That was me and my friend Amy. We usually play duets together."

Darien smiled, he felt warm looking at her, "When's the next time you're playing?"

"Tonight; my orchestra is playing at the Simpson's party."

Darien grinned, "Maybe I'll stop by to watch you play."

Serena grinned, looking at him. He was so handsome, probably the most handsome man she had ever seen before. "That'd be nice. I don't really listen to anything else but classical, but I managed to find out you're a good singer. When's the next time you're performing?"

"Tomorrow night," Darien replied. "Here," he began, pulling out his leather wallet, and getting a ticket, and backstage pass. Reaching for her hand, he placed the them both in her palm, closing her fingers over it. "That's a ticket and a backstage pass for my show, you should stop by."

Serena felt a million shivers run through her when he touched her. What was happening to her? Glancing down at the ticket she smiled, "I'll see if I can make it." Glancing down at her watch, she gasped. "I have to go," she replied hurriedly.

"Wait, why?"

Quickly leaving money down on the table, she replied as she got up. "I'm a private violin teacher, and I'm running late."

Darien sighed as he watched her leave. A waiter approached him with his food and set it down. Half heartedly, he picked up his fork and began to eat.

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"Very good," Serena nodded her head to the student in front of her. "Now, I want you to play this song," she continued pointing in the book.

The student, a girl about ten, began to play the song. For a girl her age, she was very good, already past the music level designed for an eighth grader. Serena nodded her head slightly as she listened, noting when the student made a mistake and wrote it in the notebook in her lap. When the student finished, Serena began to speak again, "That was very good for sight reading. Now, you need to work on measure ten and fifteen." Glancing at her watch she shook her head, "My how time flies. We'll work on it next week, but keep practicing, okay?"

The student nodded as she packed away her violin, and her mother walked into the room. "How is she doing?" she asked.

Serena nodded her head, "Very well, I think she'll be ready by the time for the concert next Friday."

"Thank you," the woman smiled and pulled out her wallet, handing Serena twenty dollars.

"You're welcome," Serena smiled as she took the money and waved bye to the girl. Picking up her back pack on the way out of the building, she breathed on her hands. Glancing at her watch she nodded her head; she had enough time to stop by the library and get a book or two.

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Darien sighed, running his tanned fingers through his jet black hair; he hated college work. Turning a page in the book in front of him, he pushed his sun glasses up higher. Sometimes he wished he wasn't famous so he could just be normal and take those ridiculous sunglasses off in buildings.

Moaning, he rammed his head against the palm of his hand; why did he even bother coming to the library? He was going to fail college anyway, so why did it matter? Closing his books, he lifted them up and turned around, ramming right into a pretty girl.

"Sorry," he mumbled, bending over to pick them up, without even looking at the girl.

"Darien?" the girl whispered.

'Oh great, I rammed into a crazed fan. I might as well drop everything and start running for the door.' He thought to himself. He looked up at the girl and gasped, dropping all of his books all over again. It was Serena. "Um . . . hi," he mumbled, reaching down and grabbing a few.

Serena smiled, he was cute, but he really didn't fit the school boy type. Bending over, she helped him collect his books. "What are you doing here?"

There fingers brushed as she handed him his books, and he couldn't help but swallow. 'What the heck is wrong with me? She's just another girl, get a grip Darien!' He grinned as they both stood up, "Just trying to study for college. You?"

"Just here to pick up a book or two. Do you need any help?"

"Truthfully? Yes."

Serena smiled and they both sat down at the table he had once been sitting at. "Let's see," she murmured, grabbing his assignment sheet. "It says you need to write . . ."

Darien zoned out of what she was saying just to look at her. Was it possible that anymore could be really as beautiful as her? She was so kind, and smart, and . . . beautiful. Interrupting her, he asked, "What about you, are you in college?"

Serena glanced up, before nodding. "Yeah, when I was in high school, I took two college courses, but yeah, I am in college."

Darien nodded his head. "So you must be really smart."

Serena laughed, "I don't think so, but okay."

He smiled as he felt his knee brush against hers underneath the table. It sent shivers up her spine as she smiled at him. "I bet you're smart too though."

Darien shrugged, "I don't know. I care more about my music than my schoolwork."

"Same here," she nodded. "How long have you been playing the guitar?"

Darien thought for a moment before answering. "I guess I've been playing since I was about ten. My dad bought me an acoustic to get me away from a computer, because I kept giving them viruses. I liked it so I started taking lessons, and Raye grew to like to too. When I was about fifteen, I raised up enough money to buy me an electric with an amp."

"Cool," as she was about to continue, Darien's cell phone rang. Grimacing, he pulled it out, and flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" It was Raye.

"In the library, why?"

"You've been gone forever, it's almost three o'clock!"

Darien sighed; sometimes he hated having an overprotective sister. "Okay, so what?" He noticed Serena trying to get his attention. "Hold on a second," he said, "yeah?' he asked to Serena.

"I have to go; I'm performing tonight remember?"

"Oh yeah," Darien nodded his head, "Okay bye." Returning back to Raye, he replied, "Okay, I'll be home in a minute."

"Who was that?" Raye demanded.

"Nobody," Darien sighed, as he hung up his phone.

"You'll be there tonight, right?" Serena asked as she got up.

"Yeah," Darien grinned, as he watched her walk away.

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"I want to know who that was, and where you're going!" Raye demanded as she watched Darien splash a little bit of cologne on himself.

"Don't worry about it," Darien grinned and pinched his sister's cheek. "Just a friend I made."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure she's more than a friend," Raye scoffed as she watched him button up his tux coat. A crooked smile was on his lips; she hadn't seen that smile since Darien was sixteen, and he had fallen in love with a slut. The though suddenly scared her. "Oh my gosh, please don't tell me you're in love with this girl! What about Trista?"

Darien sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm not in love with the girl, I love Trista, remember?" He grinned slightly as he placed a light peck on her forehead. "Now, stop worrying."

"Oh yeah, how can you expect me not to worry?" Raye complained as she watched him pick up his car keys. "You won't even tell me who this girl is! What am I supposed to tell Trista when she stops by tonight?"

That caused Darien to stop in his tracks; he had forgotten all about Trista coming over that night. "Um . . . tell her the truth. I'm going to watch a friend perform her music. There's nothing wrong with what I'm doing."

Raye huffed as she watched Darien exit out the door. Her brother was in love all right. Maybe he didn't see it, but he was.

♥

Serena felt energy bursting through her as she played her song, holding the breaths of her audience. Her fingers strummed rapidly across the fingerboard, and her hand moved swiftly back and forth. Fur Elise escaped from her violin and flowed through to her audience, making it the most beautiful thing they had ever heard. A pianist accompanied her softly in the background, but everyone's full attention was upon her. As she finished the song, claps rang through the audience and even a few whistles. She curtsied and then left the stage. Exiting to the back room, she packed away her violin, before returning to the front.

Heading to the punch table, she got herself a glass as a tap came upon her shoulder. Turning around she almost choked as she saw Darien; she didn't actually think they would have come.

"Hi," she smiled as she took a sip.

"Hey," he grinned, "that was beautiful. I've never heard it played on a violin before."

She shrugged, "Most people prefer it on the piano, but that's only because those that can play in on a different instrument, don't play it right, so it makes it unpleasant."

Darien laughed as he listened to her, she was just so innocent. "Well you played it perfectly."

'Thank you," Serena smiled.

A pianist began to play slowly and softly in the background, and Darien glanced to where couples were dancing. 'Don't even think about it Darien Shields!' he scolded himself mentally. 'But it could just be a friend dance, Trista would understand.' He lied to himself. "Would you like to dance?"

Serena blushed slightly; she had never been asked this question from anyone so handsome before. "I would love too, but I don't think your girlfriend would like it too much."

Darien kicked himself mentally. "Yeah, I guess not."

As they watched the other's dance, Darien's cell phone suddenly rang. Flipping it open he asked, "Hello?"

"Baby, where are you?" Trista's voice sang over the speaker.

"Just at a festival Baby, why?"

"I miss you so much! I want to see you."

Darien glanced at Serena, who was watching him. "Okay, I'll be home later. Bye."

"You girlfriend?" Serena asked as he shut his phone.

"Yeah," Darien nodded. "I got to go, but it was nice seeing you tonight. Can you make it to my concert tomorrow?"

Serena thought for a moment, did she really want to see him? Oddly enough, even though she knew he had a girlfriend, she did. Maybe it was just a friend feeling. "Yeah, I'll be there."

"Good," Darien grinned. "I'll meet you backstage afterwards."

Serena smiled as she watched Darien quickly dash away.

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"I missed you so much!" Trista giggled as she gave Darien a kiss. Darien smiled, but for some reason his spirits were down. Trista seemed to notice though. "What's wrong?" she asked, as she sat him down on the bed.

Darien shrugged, "I'm just tired I guess." 'Yeah right Darien, you're just upset because Serena wouldn't dance with you. Get a grip, and be a man!'

"Oh," Trista sighed, clearly disappointed. "I enjoyed last night."

Darien smiled, thinking of the night before, he needed his spirits lifted, and who else could lift them better then his own girlfriend? "I did too," Darien murmured as he leaned forward, kissing her neck.

Trista giggled, "Good," she smiled lifting his head with her hands to her mouth. "Would you mind repeating it?"

All thoughts of Serena were gone from Darien's mind as he deepened the kiss, letting the heat of the night overtake them.

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Hey you guys, thanks for the reviews, but keep giving more!  I'll try to update pretty soon. I don't really like this chapter as much as I like the first one, I'm not sure why. Oh, well, keep reading, I promise it'll get better! 