Hey everyone!
It's been a while since I posted last.
I have a new drabble, and it's the first in a series.
(Meaning, there will be a sequel to this.) )
I hope you enjoy!
"C-ya later, Meatball Head!" called Darien Chiba over his shoulder.
He sauntered out of the Arcade doors, smile on his face, leaving an aggravated pig tailed blonde behind.
They had just had one of their famous fights, and like most times, he left her tongue tied and frustrated. Serena slouched in her seat, pouted her bottom lip, crossed her arms across her chest in protest, and willed her flushed cheeks to fade.
"Lousy, good-for-nothing, minus-zero! Leaving before I had a good comeback!" She mumbled to herself.
She took a sip of her, now melty, chocolate shake, and laid her head down on the table.
How was it that he, the handsome jerk, had control over her motor skills?
She breathed out an aggravated sigh, blowing her bangs out of her eyes.
She just answered her own question.
Handsome.
Even in the heart of a massivesquabble between the two, all he had to do was flash his quirky smirk, and she was had.
Words that were once clear in her head and perfectly placed in line, would halt, freeze, trip, switch, and finally tumble from her lips in almost incoherent words, or unintelligible "Huhs?" and "Whats..?" That was, of course, if the words didn't dry up all together, leaving her mute, and her mind as blank as a clean chalkboard.
By the time her mind rebooted, it was usually too late to one-up the striking, ebony haired lad, leaving her not only livid at him, but also irritated at herself, for letting him get to her like that. She breathed out another aggravated sigh.
"Why me?" she whimpered softly.
She lifted her chin from the table, and saw that it was 4:32, according to Andrew annoying black cat clock with moving eyes.
She was now alone, and she didn't have to meet the girls at the Temple for another hour. Even though it was a slow day at the Arcade, most of the games (or the most interesting, including Sailor V) were occupied. It wouldn't have mattered that much anyway, it wasn't like Serena had the money to play anyhow, not after failing last week's Math test, and having her allowance docked. The only reason she had the milkshake in front of her was because of Andrew's kindness.
With no money, one almost empty, melty milkshake, and being alone to top it off, she was utterly bored.
"At least with Darien, I had somebody to talk too…"
The thought of him made the corners of her mouth reach for her azure eyes. Even though they always argued and made fun of each other, she really did care for the Jerk. In fact, if she dared to think it, she might actually have been in love with him.
Yes, might be in deed.
She especially thought this in the rare moment when a kind word would be exchanged, or when he looked at her with the softest of gazes, or the way he sometimes called her by her real name, only to try to cover up his mistake.
Was it just her imagination, or did he say her name like it was the most sacred word, and that if he spoke it too vociferously, it would break in his mouth like eggshells?
Serena forcefully shook her head. Of course it was her imagination, or better yet, wishful thinking. Why would the 'Oh-so-cool' college student want her?
If she only knew that the very same dark haired man was standing outside the Arcade, thinking very similar thoughts about her...