-Sorry this chapter took so long. I've had it written for a while but, things came up so I didn't have the time to post it. Sorry the last chapter was so jumbled together, it wasn't that way when I typed it up, but somewhere in-between uploading and posting it the format got screwed. So hopefully I've fixed that problem for this chapter. Ohhhh in regards to the reviews. he, I know a motorcycle doesn't have pedals. I just couldn't find any other way to describe it. And its fiction. So his motorcycle has pedals. lol. Oh and here is another little slip no one noticed. right after Serena got on the motorcycle.. he whispered in her ear right? but wait, she had a helmet on.. how could he whisper in her ear? lol surprised nobody noticed anyway. hope you all enjoy and I will try to get the next chapter up faster than this one. Much love!
--Sugar.
Serena groaned as the ringing of the telephone awoke her from her peaceful slumber.
Her hand groggily searched her nightstand for the phone.
She knocked the lamp off the table with her elbow, when she had finally found the phone.
"Hello...?" Serena asked, half in a daze.
She heard the click of a C.D. player and then
"OOOOH OOOH OOOOOH OOOOH! FALLA!"
Opera music was blasted in her ear.
NOW she was fully awake.
"Who the heck is this!" Serena screeched at the moron who dared wake her sleep.
"Wakey Wakey Meatball-head." The voice on the other line chimed into her ear.
"WHAT do you think your doing calling me so bloody early in the morning.!" She screamed at Darien.
"Remember our deal Serena? and right about now its time for my servant to bring me my morning newspaper and coffee, and then you can massage my feet."
"You disgusting creep! I'm not gonna..."
"Ah ah ah Serena, we had a deal. Now get dressed up real cute and be over here by 7:00."
"I hate you Darien."
"Don't be late. Bye Serena."
The beep from the phone let Serena know that he had hung up.
"How dare he!" She steamed hanging up the phone.
'He's such a brat! how dare he ask me wear something cute and how DARE he call me Serena!' She thought to herself, while sitting on the edge of her bed.
'Wait... He asked me to wearing something cute? What the flip! AND he called me by my real name. No jokes. No name calling...he was actually being nice...maybe... no, no way. He's just trying to mess with your head Serena. But I won't let him do it.' She thought in her head as she mindlessly shifted through her dresser drawers for something to wear.
It was a quarter till seven, when Serena left her house.
It was odd how Serena was later for everything in her life, and yet she would be right on time for the one thing that she was dreading most.
The thought made her walk a little slower.
She admired the trees, and the flowers.
The birds were chirping and singing little songs to each other.
Serena loved the sound of the birds.
Listening to their joyful melody's lightened her mood. Soon enough she was skipping along, her dress bouncing up and down as she went.
After Serena had gone through her clothes earlier, she had found that she didn't have very much clean. So she had decided on the Sundress that her mother had gotten her for her birthday.
It was baby- blue, with yellow sunflowers on it. It had shorter sleeves, and was fitted around the bust, and then loosely came down to her thighs.
Serena hummed as she skipped along.
Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad day after all.
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Darien turned the faucet off.
"There, all done with the dishes, wouldn't want her to think I'm a slob." He said aloud to himself.
'What am I doing, its just Serena, she could care less if I had dishes piled up to the sealing.' He began to think to himself.
However his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.
He looked at the clock, 6:58, right on time.
He unlocked the door and there stood Serena, looking up at him with an evil glare.
It sometimes hurt Darien that she despised him so much.
He really was a nice guy once you got to know him.
But for now, they will remain as they are, Enemies.
"Oh good, now the newspaper is by the mat, and the coffee is in the pot. Two creams, one sugar, and I especially like the middle section of my foot rubbed. I'll be waiting in my recliner." He spat out orders before she was even through the door.
He left the door open for her to come in.
She growled at him.
Serena stepped inside, slamming the door behind her.
She really was quite impressed with his apartment It was very spacious, and had an amazing view. She saw that to her left was a small kitchen.
She had picked up the newspaper on her way in, so the next step was to make the coffee. Serena looked around his kitchen a bit until she found the cups.
She poured the steaming liquid and added two creams, she was about to add one lump of sugar, when she spotted the saltshaker sitting up on the counter.
An evil flash gleamed from Serena's eyes as she reached for the shaker.
"And meatball head, don't' even think about putting salt in my coffee... I can see your reflection in the glass." Darien shouted from the living room. (He was talking about the glass doors that lead to his balcony.)
She growled at him again.
Darien sat sipping his coffee and leisurely reading the paper, as he kicked his shoes off.
"Get to work, Serena." he said smugly, propping his feet up on the ottoman.
Serena sat on the floor, she cringed as she touched his foot.
'Oh god this is so disgusting!' Serena thought as she massaged his feet in a circular motion.
Darien looked down from his paper to see her making little vomiting gestures.
He couldn't help but smile.
He was enjoying every minute of this.
The day carried on very slowly for Serena.
Darien had her, plunge the clogged toilet in the guest bathroom, polish his shoes, reorganize his closet, and scrub the bathroom floor.
Now she was working on the kitchen floor.
He heard her sniffling as she scrubbed the tiles.
'Maybe I've pushed her too far.' Darien thought to himself.
He Cleared his throat, making his presence known to the blonde.
"What do you want me to do now Darien? Wax your car? Rotate your tires? or maybe you just want me to reupholster your couch." Serena sniffled, her voice cracking at every word.
"No Serena, your done for today. You can go home." Darien mumbled.
He was feeling ashamed about what he made her do.
She sniffled a bit as she wiped her soapy hands off on the skirt of her dress.
Her hands were all raw and red.
She turned to leave without saying a word to him.
He grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Hey Serena, how about I take you out for a pizza and a milkshake to make up for all this, my treat." Darien offered.
Serena's temper flared.
"Why would I want to spend another minute with you? Do you think I like this? All day you make me do these demeaning things, just to be mean. So no, Darien. I don't want to have a pizza with you. I can't even stand to be in the same room as you. I hate you!"
without another word she fled his apartment.
Darien chased after her.
He caught her in the hall and pinned her to the wall.
His face was inches from hers.
He was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her lips.
She refused to make eye contact with him.
"Serena look at me!" He commanded.
Cerulean blue eyes met midnight ones as they gazed at one another.
"Is it really so hard to be with me, Serena? How is it that you can't even stand to be in the same room as me? Do you really hate me that much? or is it that your scared of what being in the same room as me does to you."
She was silent for about a minute.
They just stared into each others eyes.
Suddenly Serena broke the silence with a quiet murmur.
"I have to go."
and with that, she wriggled her way out of his grip and raced into the elevator.
She sighed and slumped against the elevator wall as the door closed.
She was gone,
and Darien was left trying to figure out what just happened.
Hope you enjoyed. I'll try to get the next chapter up soon! happy 4'th of July you all!
-Sugar