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Flare Part 2:

5 days later…

"Wow Serena!" Chief exclaimed when he busted through my office doors, "This article really was a hit. I mean at first I had my doubts…but now I have none about your writing skills. No more last page for you."

My dream had come true, yet I didn't care. My heart ached and the last thing on my mind was fact that none of my articles were going to be on the last page anymore. Why? Because the article I just wrote cost me my heart. This article sacrificed feelings that just surfaced, and I don't know if I ever want to experience them again, they just bring too much pain.

Finally, Chief got the gesture of me not talking was a hint for him to leave. "Well keep up the good work, and I don't want to see you back in this office for a week." He commanded, but I knew he was doing it out of sympathy, and I was going to take him up on it.

But before I booked a week on a cruise ship or something, I knew I just had to read my article one last time.

The One Thing He Can't Have

By: Serena Tuskino

When I started this story, the plot reeled into my mind each time I got deeper into the hole I dug my self in. Make Darien Shield's fall in love with someone he can't have, and the only reason being she, or in this case I, didn't want him. But that's not the way things turned out. I was two woman, the reporter who interviewed him, and the blonde he had the hotts for. Both never expected to fall for this egotistical self-centered rich boy, but I soon found out how he's portrayed in the magazines or newspapers' isn't how he really is, well to some degree. And I fell for him hard and fast, with his romantic gestures, kind heart, and ways to make me happy. But I thought I faked this all the way through to get my story. But from never really experiencing these feelings before, I wasn't able to justify it wasn't pretend, and all along it was the real deal. I really fell in love with him, but I realized it too late. Before I played out the charade as long as necessary, and dump him saying he never meant anything to me. He found out. He found out I was both women. He was very fond of both, and he didn't know which to choose before. But I made it easy for him; he didn't want liars, or a liar as a lover. Right after he left me saying he never wanted to see me again, either of me, I realized I was crying. Why I asked myself? Only to find the answer I loved him. This story was supposed to be about me not letting him have the one thing he wants, when it turned out I wanted him. But I've lost my chance. Now I'm the one left wanting someone I can't have.

4 days ago…the day after Serena got an extended deadline for her article…

After negotiating with my boss last night, my deadline was set. And my article was the first thing on my mind since I woke up this morning. Hang on, something's missing. Deadline, check. Know what article's about, check. Oh, now I remember, there was only one thing left to do…get my story! Too bad I don't have a plan yet. And the hugest problem is who am I going to be with him, mystery sexy blonde who he met on the elevator, or "fake" dull looking, Serena Tuskino reporter extraordinaire. Hey, why not both? Good try, but just one problem. I am not spending money on more tubes of temporary hair die so I can switch between the two identities. No way no how, I'll just call up Mina for some advice,

10 minutes later after getting off the phone with Mina…

Well now I'm off to Wall Mart to buy more hair dye, this article better be worth it! Right before I touched the doorknob to get out I did a clothes check. This will now be a must before I ever exit my apartment.

When I got to good ol' Wolly World, I noticed it was way overcrowded then usual. I mean I should know because this store is where I shop for my every week necessities for my stomach. Come on Serena focus, the sooner I got hair die, the sooner I can come up with my plan.

Inside, I still had no clue what the crowd rush was for on a Tuesday afternoon. But after walking past aisles 4, I knew why. My heart stopped, then melted. My feet froze. My brain screamed, "Get out of here!" And my eyes locked with his. Those same ocean blue eyes that put their spell over New York City, those same ocean blue eyes I loathe, and those same ocean blue whose owner I have to write a story on. Darien Shields. There he was in his all so fabulous glory. He looked utterly gorgeous, while me, I was on the frumpy side with my icky brown hair pulled back in a messy bun, and my attire of a matching blue sweats. What can I say? A girls got to be comfortable when she's thinking up a plan.

Okay, now is a good time to make a dash to the hair care aisle, while those news reporters are hounding him. Now, why aren't I there? Let's say shoving a microphone in someone's face isn't my style.

I quickly made my get away, and reached my destination. But obviously my sneaky ways didn't get an A+. My spidey senses were tingling letting me know he was right behind me. So I turn around, and what a coincidence, heh heh, he is.

Uh-Oh! I feel my face, as he gives me a suspicious look. My glasses! Last night when he took them away, I insisted I couldn't see with out them. And I'm not wearing them, proving I lied about even needing them. Stupid 20/20 vision. I was supposed to get glasses because everyone else in my family needed glasses, but NOOOOO! I had to be special, and not need them, when actually now I need them. What a hole I have dug myself in. With all the lies I've told to him in this short period of time, I can probably reach China with it. Why don't I just crawl in it? At least I came prepared in comfortable clothes. As fun as ranting is, and creating delusional schemes in my mind, I think it would be safer to do it in the confines of my own home. When every in Wal-Mart cannot stare at me like I am crazy, like they are now.

And still, he is standing there. Looking puzzled, and devilishly handsome. Gross! Did I just add the word devilishly in front of handsome? I think I did. Now everyone can think I'm crazy.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Tuskino, are you feeling well?" Darien asked considerately.

"Never better!" I replied with a plastered smile, then I grabbed the hair dye I was searching for smacked myself straight in the head, and walked away.

See, I am sneaky. With that stupid, but cleverly smart act, I was able to slip with the hair dye without him noticing. Now being on a roll with plans, I think I might have one to get what I want for my story. I checked out from Wal-Mart when on the way to my car I was stopped by a black limo. The door swung open, "You, Me, talk now!" Commanded a sexy voice.

Right as I was turning away, I was pulled in. When my butt hit the seat, I made sure to stuff the hair dye underneath it. Uncomfortable? Yes. Sneaky? No, my right butt cheek is up higher then the left now. Well, this will be a test to see if he has a keen eye for detail.

"Why do you have your hair dye under your butt?" Asked Darien suspiciously. So he has knack for noticing things, who doesn't?

"Well, I…um. I didn't want you to know I dyed my hair?" Way to blow your cover Serena. You should be nominated for non-sneakiest person in the world.

"And why is that?" He slowly inched closer to me. I could actually start to smell his cologne, and it smelled real good. I would tell you what it was, but I don't shop for men's smell stuff. I'm a girl ya' know? Right when I was opening my mouth, he stopped me. "You can answer that later. First I want to know why you aren't wearing your glasses, that make you as blind as a bat when your not wearing them?"

"Well, you know it is the 21st century, and some people like to wear contacts too. You see they are-"

"I know what they are, and you aren't wearing them. And now that you mention it, your eyes are a different color…Are you hiding something Miss Tuskino?" Darien asked me, that bastard actually thinks he's on to something. Okay, acting classes from 7th grade…PLEASE pay off.

"As a reporter, I don't like people judging me on how I look, so I wear a disguise." I stated bluntly.

"How would I judge you?" He seemed to doubt me.

"Well with my sexy body." I answered cheekily. I taste of his own medicine. "I saw your mouth drop when I came out from your limo last night. And men, most men, think with their dicks and not their head." Okay so it wasn't all a lie, somewhat true to be exact.

"Point taken. But that only justifies your outfit, not the hair or contacts and glasses." Well isn't he just Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

"Hair? Well I just don't like my hair color. Lots of girls dye their hair ya' know." LIE! I love my golden blonde locks, it's hard enough having to part with them. "I hate my blue eyes. And the glasses were to draw you away from noticing I had contacts on, plus to hide my pretty face." I totally nailed that. With my explanation, he seemed puzzled, but accepting.

"You know, I thought you were beautiful when I first saw you…" He looked into my eyes when he said this, and for a second, I thought my heart stopped. But my brain finally slapped some sense in it so I could respond.

"Oh, thank you." For some odd reason, I think I was blushing.

"But the interrogation wasn't why I pulled you in here. I owe you a complete interview." NO! Bad timing. My plan isn't fully devised. Hell, I don't even have a plan. Calm down girl! I just need to try and wing it, if necessary. If I get lucky, like the chances of finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, we can post pone the interview to tomorrow.

"But first I need to make a stop somewhere. If you don't mind?" He asked sincerely.

"No, not at all! Take your time. There is no rush. Yup, no rush at all. Zero rush. Time is on our side, slowly tick'en. So use it to the fullest." With the odd look he's giving me, I think he understands he can take as long as he wants. Maybe I will reach the end of the rainbow today.

It figures I must have been wrong since 15 minutes later he announced we were there. When I saw him open the said door, I didn't see what I expected. There was no big building in sight. It actually seemed to be the more run down part of town. Now this was a scoop. Surprisingly, he invited me to come with him. Now I knew it wasn't something that interesting, or he wouldn't of let me come with him. But I went along to feed my curiosity. We were walking down the sidewalk for quite a distance. Again, thank goodness for comfy clothes. But boy, it sure was cold. I think he got the hint when my teeth started chattering, and he did the unexpected. He took off his expensive Armani suit jacket, and wrapped it around me. This jacket probably cost two years of my salary. Okay, maybe that's a little over exaggerated, but it's probably somewhere around there. Then once again he did another gesture that was going up against my self-centered bastard image of him. He draped his arm around me, and pulled me close.

"Don't worry its not much further. Hopefully this will keep you warmer for the time being. Or would you rather me walk slower, I mean there is no rush. We might as well use it to it's fullest since time is slowly tick'en." I do believe he was mocking me. But I wasn't in the mood to struggle. So I just let that little comment slide, for the moment.

"Were here." He whispered in my ear. I looked to the right to see our destination. New York Orphanage.

"I bet your wondering what we're doing here, right?" He asked. I nodded. "Well follow me if you want to find out." He grabbed a hold of the doorknob and pushed the door open. An old, short and pudgy man approached us. His green eyes seemed to light up when they clashed with Darien's.

"Ah, Mr. Shields, good to see you again." Again? What does he mean again? To my surprise, I witnessed a herd of children racing from each door in the house within my view cheering, "DARIEN!"

Children up to the wazoo were trying to get Darien's attention as I drew back and observed. What's going on? My image of Darien was crumbling. Who is this man behind the mask?

"Oh, no, you're not getting off that easy." I realized he was talking to me. "Guys, this is Serena Tuskino. She promised me that she would read to all of you. After all you guys know I don't have the best story voice." He announced, and then winked at me.

The kids settled down, and started to crowd around me. Like they were examining me. The cutest little girl ever took my hand and announced, "She passed." The kids cheered, and led me up the stairs.

Time sure did fly by with story time, and all the different little games we played. It made me happy to see all the smiles I put on their little faces. While their attention was on me, I noticed Darien watching me from the corner of the room the whole time. After the tykes were tucked in, I was about to go downstairs, when I stopped to eavesdrop on a conversation that was going on from the man earlier and Darien.

"Thank you once again Mr. Shield's for your generous donation." The man said whole-heartedly.

"Taylor, can we please drop the formalities? For god sakes, you changed my diapers when I was a baby. Now like I've said before, call me Darien."

"Okay…Darien. It's just you're so successful. I don't feel it's right for me to address you that way according to my class."

"You know I wouldn't be so successful if it wasn't for you. You helped me get the right education. Hell, you even helped pay for college. For all things I should be calling you Mr. Andrews, and you calling me Darien. Not the other way around."

"I know Darien. I'm so proud of you, I know your parents would be too."

"I know…Serena, why don't you just come down here. I know your up they're listening anyway." So now I definitely get an F as today's grade of being sneaky.

"Uh, sorry Darien." I apologized. Okay, I'm not really sorry. "I promise I won't tell. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needled in my eye."

He laughed at my attempt to gain his trust back. But I think it worked. "I know you won't." He told me as he pulled me close to him for a hug. I smiled into his shoulder content. I felt him release one of his arms from around me. "I guess you got your wish." He winked at me. "We'll do our interview tomorrow." Then he showed me his watch; it was already 9:30 at night.

Back into the limo he asked me where I should be dropped off. Before I opened my mouth to answer, I shut it. There was just one problem. I live at the same place as the mystery women. Not good, not good. Let's bank on the chance he won't remember because he's too tired. Because I'm too tired to think of a scheme to get me out of this mess.

"Meadow Ridges Plateau." I replied sleepily.

"Really?" He asked curiously, too curiously for my liking.

"Yeah…"

"Okay." His answer was good enough for me so I went to sleep. On his shoulder. A good replacement for a pillow I might add.

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I groggily stretched my back as my eyes peered open. I was in my apartment. In my bed. I was in my apartment. In My BED! How the hell do I fall asleep in a limo and wake up in my room, when Darien doesn't know where I live? Finally I snapped out my oblivious state and noticed a sticky not on my head. It read, 'Look on you dresser.' So I looked at my dresser and on it was a note. From none other then Darien Shields.

Serena,

I bet you just woke up thinking, how am I in my room, in my bed, when Darien doesn't know where I live? Well now it's I didn't know where you lived, but I do now, thanks to your helpful landlord of course. But on to really great news. Did you know you live on the same floor as the mystery blonde bombshell I was talking about before? Well, you do. I didn't bother to seek her out last night, because I got a plan. You find her, and convince her to go on a date with me, and you'll get your interview. Sounds fair, right? Well, good luck. Call me, and only call me when you got her phone number.

Best of Luck,

Darien

What the heck? Now I really need a plan. And I have two days until deadline. Wait a second. This isn't bad at all, actually it's terrific! I just thought of a plan! I just thought of a plan! Sorry Darien, your nice guy act didn't fool me. Be ready for once to be heart broken, instead of a heart breaker. Because you're going to be my front-page article, "The One thing He can't have." And you were right Darien, there is one girl you can't get in this city… or fool, ME!

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