small baby jesus, it's actually been years since I updated, I didn't mean for it to take so long, it just kind of slipped my mind. I'm hoping to pick up where I left off, and I'm doing my best to make chapters more correct, to both my original plot and my grammar (I've seen some of my mistakes .). R&R please.
Limping in pain, Andrew made his way to the kitchen, the statuesque blond was trapped. His towering figure loomed over hers, as she cringed prepared for the worst. Before she fully understood her situation, Mina found the little golden purse being ripped away from her hands. Turning around and hobbling as quickly as he could, Andrew made his way to Serena's room.
The throbbing on his poor foot was immense; he hadn't realized that the little blond thing had so much power. Closing the door he scrambled to lock it before the blond could follow him. He shouted at the door, making sure Mina would be able to hear him, "you've ruined my night, and my foot, and I'm doing the same for you! Leave if you want, but you're leaving without this stupid bag!"
Confused, Mina made her way down the carpeted entry hall to Serena's room. Hearing his proclamation she sighed in frustration. This night was going from ok to downright bizarre. Slumping down onto the carpet, the sequined skirt made a crinkling noise as she adjusted herself to better be able to pound and yell at the door her opponent was behind.
"Listen you psycho, I'm calling Serena right now, and if she doesn't pick up or if she doesn't sound ok I'm calling the cops!"
His ears perking up at the sound of cops, Andrew scrambled to find his cellphone as well, only to remember he'd left the blasted thing on the coffee table. Sitting down next to the door again he shouted back, hopefully in a more reasonable tone then the one he used in his head. "Are you crazy? The cops?! Listen lady, she's at a work meeting with some prosecutor, if she doesn't pick up it's because she's busy, and not because she's in trouble! Don't do anything weird ok?"
It was strange to be nervous around her. The best way to avoid all of the feelings of confusion she brought to the surface was to turn on the charm, to be smooth. And yet all of this night had been ruined in what seemed like a matter of moments.
His hands busily tapped in tune with the music playing overhead. He knew he didn't have much time left with her. He saw her figure in front of him, lost in concentration with the infernal case he'd asked Rei to help with. The blond hair piled now into a loose bun, looked like spun gold with the warm, ambient light of the café. He couldn't help but remember the feel of silk when he used to run his hands through her hair.
This entire situation was confusing; in the end he only knew that he missed her. He missed her smile, her infectious laugh, the way she looked in his arms, the furling of her brows when she was confused, the way that she screwed up breakfast, but mostly the feel of her against him.
The white shirt he was wearing felt too constricting; another annoyance to add to the mounting amount of stress that he was already under. Darien heard the tinkling of her phone, a small cacophony of ringing bells or chimes he wasn't sure, and looking up he saw her snatch the phone away before he could see who was calling. Her big blue eyes didn't look concerned or embarrassed; he guessed it wasn't the goddamn chef he hated so much.
"I'll be right back Mr. Shields."
"More than 5 minutes, and I'll tack it on to the time you're supposed to be helping me Ms. Tsukino," sighing in frustration, she pursed her lips and nodded.
He watched her stand up and head towards the door for the second time that night. He really couldn't believe that after all these years he was still so vested in who she spoke to. If only she had given him a moment of time 3 years ago this might have turned out differently. The possibility of "what if" lingered, instead of the terse silence they had enjoyed it might have been a sweet silence, like the night they spent at that diner their last year of law school.
He always hoped it wasn't too late, but the way she spoke earlier made it seem like she didn't want to have to see his face for the rest of her life. That realization hurt. Despite everything, he wanted to work things out. The jealousy he lived with, the ever present nagging that she might be moving on was too much to bear without the thought that maybe despite everything; they might find happiness with each other.
He saw her tilt her head to the sky and laugh. He wanted to be the person to bring her joy, not the one who took it away. For that, he was going to need time, and it didn't seem he had any this night. The minutes ticked by, his tan arms were a stark contrast to the black band of his watch, 11:49 it read, 11 minutes left to finish this and convince the blond beauty outside to change her mind.
Scribbling more notes next to the ones done in her messy handwriting, he was almost done. He wished he wasn't. As he watched her walk back inside, his thoughts raced by of their own accord, without thinking he started gathering his papers and files and everything else that was strewn about. It seemed the only way to change her mind would involve things he'd preferably like to leave out of her life. But he wanted her; he wanted to be with her. If this was the only way then so be it; too long he had spent his nights in misery thinking of her.
She was taken aback; did this second phone call really bother him so much? She couldn't believe that after that conversation they had not fifteen minutes ago, he was ready to leave after something so silly.
"Why are you packing up? We still have time left over, and you aren't done going over all the changes."
Shaking her head she looked at the disheveled lawyer in front of her; storing everything in his folders, quickly stuffing things in his briefcase he barely registered her presence as she spoke. "Shields, answer me." Pursing her lips, her blue eyes narrowed, "I know you're not deaf, and I don't want to make a scene here, so at least let me know what's going on".
His blue eyes met hers as she waited for an answer. His visible sigh worried her. They really just had this conversation, it was unnecessary to rehash this. Following suit she started shoving files into manila folders and picking up her supplies. The silence was more than grating, it was infuriating.
He finished putting up his work seconds before her, and waited. He knew she was agitated, the unconscious arch of her brow, the small frown he knew she was trying to hide. Her eyes looked back at him when she had finished storing her paperwork, and without thinking he grabbed her hand and started trudging towards the door.
Too stunned to struggle, Serena slowly followed along. She had forgotten how his hand could so easily encapsulate hers. The busy night was filled with headlights and the sounds of traffic, but everything seemed like it was covered in a blanket of tension. A little bit further down the block she found herself in front of a black car. It was of course his car; something new-ish but unrecognizable in the dim streetlights.
Taking her briefcase from her hands, he opened the door and waited for her to climb in. His larger body blocking her from escape, he hoped this would go as smoothly as he imagined it when he left the coffee shop.
Turning to see him and his grim face, she had no choice but to take a deep breath and climb in. She watched him walk to his side place both briefcases in the back and climb in. As he started the car, she noticed the grip on the wheel, his knuckles going white from the strain. She was at a loss, confused, a little bit scared. She didn't have the heart to fight; she just wanted the handsome man next to her to give her some answers.
The city never really slept, and even at this hour, there were cars everywhere albeit not as busy as it was earlier in the night, but enough to crowd the streets. Weaving through traffic like an expert, Darien snuck glances at the blond beside him. This secret was far more difficult to explain, and something he'd really never hoped to share with people around him. He could see though, that if he didn't, he could say goodbye to Serena, and he didn't want that; couldn't do that. Taking the highway out to his condo, he knew that he had to hurry, before she started panicking about why this mad man had kidnapped her. The drive, thankfully, was relatively fast, he had picked the coffee shop knowing he could escape quickly if things were too overwhelming. His knuckles were white on the wheel as he parallel parked on a crowded street.
The blond who had been quiet throughout the ride broke the silence with a whisper, "Is this your place?" She wasn't afraid, she couldn't ever remember being afraid of the man in front of her. Serena knew that he would never physically hurt her, but she knew full well the kind of pain he could give her. She was beyond that now; she learned how to wall herself up. Could her walls be shaken? Yes of course, what walls couldn't shake? But shake as they might, they wouldn't fall. She had spent too long nursing herself back and coming up with enough ways to disengage herself from that emotional core that had led to many a sorrow.
"Yes." His answer was short and to the point. Opening his door, he climbed out of his vehicle, and took hold of both briefcases. Serena waited, still buckled in the passenger seat, unwilling to move. Walking to the other side of the vehicle, Darien opened her car door, reached across and pressed the red button. Locking eyes, he was the first to turn away. "C'mon. We can't stay out here forever."
I can't promise the next chapter will be out soon. I hope you guys like where this is going .
-Bunnie