Chapter 3

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The Second Memory!

"Out... of the kitchen!" Darien hollered shoving me out into the living room.

"I was only trying to help!" I pouted as I stared at him in a disbelieving manner.

"Have you ever opened a bag of flour before?" He asked.

"Mom never let me in the kitchen, said that I made too much of a mess, so ummm… no!" I replied with the finger on my lips.

"You do not; pull the top of the bag apart with the bag in the air!" He growled.

"I'm sorry; I didn't realize that it was going to cover the entire kitchen and us!" I chuckled scratching the back of my head and smiling innocently at him.

"The bathroom is down the hall!" He narrowed his eyes at me and pointed in the direction I was suppose to go.

"But dinner is not on the stove yet!" I said trying to inch my way back into the kitchen.

He flung his arms out to his sides and refused to let me in the kitchen.

"Go clean up, I'll finish the dinner!" He said holding himself back form yelling at me.

"But, you look worse than I do Darien!" I said motioning to the fact that his entire body was covered in the white flour as well as his normally perfectly black hair. He looked much older with white hair. Actually he still looked very handsome. I shook my head slightly, trying to shake the thought from my head.

Suddenly I felt his hands on the side of my head. His hands stopped my head. I opened my eyes and looked at Darien slightly shocked. This was quite bold for the man. But as I took in his face I realized that he was staring at his carpet.

"Do not shake the flour off of you and on to my carpet! Walk carefully to the bathroom and wash it out there." He said finally looking at me and shaking his head.

"Be careful Darien, you may get flour on the carpet!" I said mockingly. He released my head and gently pushed me down the hall way. I stopped half way down the hall way and walked back toward the kitchen. He was busy working at cleaning up the flour and did not even notice that I had returned. I stopped short of the kitchen tile and looked at him. He had taken off his shirt and was shaking the flour out of it. I then had a thought.

I walked into the kitchen slowly and quietly, watching Darien intently. I sauntered up to him and went to my tip toes and whispered in his ear, "Darien, I didn't know you worked out!" The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up and he turned around. I found myself gawking at his full chiseled chest. My cheeks burned red and I turned my head away. I always get embarrassed when I get in situations such as these. I have no clue as to why, but I do.

"Sorry to bother you Darien!" I said closing my eyes with my head away from the stove and Darien. "I don't have any change of cloths!" I said still blushing as if I'd caught him naked in the shower. I shook my head again before I had nasty thoughts.

"Something wrong meatball head?" He asked tauntingly.

"No!" I said still not looking in his direction.

"I don't think I believe you!" He said mockingly.

"Fine, I'll just wear wet cloths!" I said turning around and storming down the hall way. I entered the bathroom and slammed the door. That man was insensitive, just like he had been this morning. He liked the fact that it bothers me to see him half naked. I locked the door, started the water, and slowly stripped off my flour covered cloths. I took the bobby pins out of my hair and let it fall down my back. Most of my hair was covered in flour and made me look older and goofy looking. As I stepped into the bath a knock sounded on the door.

"Go away Darien, I'll be fine in wet cloths!" I hollered over the fan.

"Serena, there are some cloths for you on my bed!"

"Whatever!" I yelled still angry with him.

I bathed quickly and dressed myself in a towel. It was a large bath towel that went to my knees. It was very plush and smelled like laundry soap, with a hint of Darien's cologne. I smiled at my recognition of his cologne and reached for my cloths. I grabbed my undergarments and left my other cloths sitting on the floor. I did not dare get flour on his carpet. I unlocked the door and glanced down the hallway and smelled something wonderful from the kitchen. My mouth began to water.

I glanced down the hall toward the kitchen and saw no sign of Darien. I opened the door fully and stepped out into the chilly hallway. As I moved toward the bedroom I glanced behind me to look for him again and smashed into something hard. I bounced off Darien and lost the grip I had on my towel and it slowly began to fall. Suddenly I felt Darien's arms around me, stopping me from falling on my butt. I was pressed against his chest, now fully covered with a black turtle neck. He moved to release me and I noticed that the towel was going to fall. I quickly wrapped my arms around him. He stiffened slightly.

"Don't move Darien, my towel's slipping off. It you moved it will probably fall before I can catch it." I said fully getting what he must have thought I wanted. His arms wrapped around me again and pressed me closer to him. I released him and adjusted the towel. As I was making sure the towel would not fall off, I inhaled Darien's cologne and my thoughts began to cloud. He smelled wonderfully masculine. I had forgotten how he smelled and now it overwhelmed me. I looked up at him and saw that he had averted his gaze away from me. I glanced down at myself to make sure I was fully covered. Relief flooded through me as I realized I was completely covered.

Maybe he was thoughtful after all. I smiled up at him and caught his eyes slipping a peek out of the corners of his eye and I chuckled slightly. This caused him to turn his face towards mine and I hitched my breath and tightened my hold on my towel and stared at him. He took one hand away and brushed away some of the hair that had fallen into my face. I froze when his had touched my face.

"You look beautiful Serena!" He said running his hand down my cheek, causing me to shiver with pleasure. "Are you cold?" He asked removing his hand from my cheek and pulling me closer to him.

"Darien?" I asked shocked

"Yes?" He asked.

"I would like to get dressed!" I said reluctantly. I loved his arms around me, but I was still afraid of what could happen with me in a towel.

"Right, sorry!" Within seconds he pulled away from me and walked down the hall back into the kitchen. I watched him until I knew he was in the kitchen. I smiled softly to myself. He certainly was a gentleman in many ways, even if he was a baka. I turned back toward the bedroom and stepped into it and closed the door behind me and sighed. I looked to the bed and saw a dress lying on the top of it.

I gasped. It was a dress that he had gotten for me back when we were dating. I stepped over toward the bed and felt the fabric. It felt feathery soft to the touch. It was a very expensive and wonderful dress. I dressed myself and smiled. It fit perfectly just as it had when he had gotten it for me. I was the same size as I had been when I was sixteen, how unusual. I was sure I had gained weight, but shrugged it off. I was not about to complain about the size of the dress.

I walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection. It was a very beautiful ankle length soft pink dress. I gazed at myself in the mirror. Darien had kept the dress that he had vowed his favorite on me when I was sixteen. When he had bought it for me so long ago he had refused to let me take it out of the apartment. He had told me that no other man would see me in the dress without him by my side. I had giggled at him and thought he was joking, but he had been serious. He had refused to let me leave wearing it.

I smiled at the thought. He had truly loved the dress on me, but I never did get to wear it on a date with him. The Nega Verse had attacked and …. I shook my head and let the awful thought drop from my mind. Darien was alive, he was no longer dead liked I had believed him to be. I was going to do everything in my power to get him to remember me.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror and decided to leave my hair down until it dried completely. It was very hard to keep in buns when it was wet. Besides, Darien had said I looked beautiful. I walked to the door and opened it slightly. I took a deep breath and opened the door all the way. Ready or not Darien, here I come.

I walked down the hall way watching the way the dress flowed as I walked. I did not wear dresses very often. After losing Darien when I was younger, I did not feel the need to dress up for anyone. I chose jeans and t-shirts more often than not. But now I thought about wearing dresses again.

As I walked closer to the kitchen I smelled something wonderful and felt a pang of sadness. I was supposed to be repaying Darien for his kindness and here he was cooking for me. I sighed as I walked into the living room. I would have to plan something wonderful for Darien.

I walked toward the balcony and looked out of the glass sliding door. Darien certainly had a wonderful view of the city. I placed my hand on the glass and smiled as I watched the city below. The view seemed to have changed very little since the last time I stood here.

"The view is much better from the balcony!" Darien whispered in my ear. I shivered slightly. I stiffened slightly and realized he was about to gain another point. That was not about to happen. I turned swiftly and found myself face to face with Darien's chest. I smiled and glanced up at him. His eyes were on me.

I placed my hand on his chest and looked up to him.

"I'm sorry Darien!" I said slowly moving my hand up to his shoulder. Darien was watching me intently.

"For what?" He asked his voice slightly higher than normal. I was getting to him and all I did was touch him.

"For the mess in the kitchen. I should have warned you that I have never really been able to cook." I dropped my hand from his chest and blushed at my boldness to touch him. I looked down and turned back toward the window.

"And for the fact that I should have been helping you and here I am staring out the window." I said watching his reflection in the glass. He smiled bent forward and whispered in my ear.

"Your company is more than thanks enough and you look beautiful in that dress Serena." I shivered yet again and watched his smile broaden.

He'd gotten me to blush so I turned my head from the window. He had gained another point. It was now three to one.

"Darien? Out of curiosity, why do you have a dress in your closet?" I asked. Oh dear the question had just popped out, I didn't even think about it.

Darien stood up complete and released my shoulders and he got a look of concentration on his face.

"I…." He looked confused as he thought about it. He looked me directly in the eyes and said, "I bought it for you!"

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