Hi Guys!

I am so sorry this has taken so long. It has been like a year no?

Well, I'm 20 now, and I will add that I did spend a night with dear Sammy. What I wanted to happen didn't, but a lot of other stuff happened which I am so happy about, but that's another story I'm not going to in to. Oh and to celebrate my 20 years of existence I went and got absolutely blind (don't ever do that, very painful) and ended up hooking up with three guys, that I am sure Sammy is jealous over as he wont mention it and when I talk to it with other guys at work, walks off or changes the subject.

Oh dear.

Anyway, here is the next instalment: Soccer and Dreams.

I will try and update this sooner than the last time, but with work and trying to woo Sammy my time is pretty slim. But I will make time for you all, for you guys are the reason I keep looking at this. YOU are my inspiration.

"KICK IT TO ME!"

Darien bolted upright when Serena's shrill scream echoed around his small apartment. Wiping the drool from his chin, he groggily surveyed his surroundings. Some how he had ended up snuggled close to Serena, her small body fitting so perfectly into his arms, he was almost scared by how perfect it all seemed. He couldn't remember how he got here, nor could he remember falling asleep.

Glancing around the room, Darien's eyes narrowed at the door for his balcony which was slightly ajar. Detangling himself he padded across the room and gently pushed it shut, glancing suspiciously around the room, hoping to find an intruder in the room, hoping something would appear to explain what was going on.

He didn't have to wait too long, for no sooner had he thought the thought than 4 brightly coloured birds fluttered into the room, each perching on the back of the sofa bed, almost daring him to try and re-claim his spot beside the sleeping angel.

"HELOOOOOOOO! I'M SO OPEN! KICK IT TO MEEEEE-HEEEEEE!"

Darien frowned. Whatever Serena was dreaming about, it was sure having a weird reaction with her cold. He could not remember Serena ever mentioning that she played sport, not to mention her lack of coordination skills, he was sure she would have trouble controlling a ball.

Mina flapped her wings, the soft feathers brushing against Serena's porcelain skin. Afraid Serena would awaken, Darien dove across the room, arms outstretched to shoo the birds from its perch.

Raye flew out to meet him halfway, her furious beady eyes challenging Darien to finish his flight. Watching with satisfaction as he pulled to a halt, Raye fluffed her feathers and paraded in front of Darien, reminding him who was in charge.

Darien blinked at the display in front of him. A bright red bird was pacing in front of him, a bright yellow one was still trying to wake Serena, the blue bird was well, it kept looking around the room, its beak twitching nervously, whereas the green bird looked almost relaxed, its ample size settling into one of his cushier chairs, its eyes half closing.

"I'M STILL OPEN!"

As Serena's voice screeched around the room, Darien snapped. Striding across the room he leant over the slumbering blonde and shook her. Nothing happened. Sighing he glanced down at her, her face set in a peaceful slumber, a gentle smile gracing her lips. Darien frowned, what was he going to do now? Wake her from the slumber and face a greatly ticked off meatball head, or leave her and be overthrown by a bunch of birds – speaking of, just where did they come from and why in the world were they doing sitting so protectively around the peaceful blonde.

Rubbing his eyes, Darien stumbled back into a chair and sighed. He must be getting sick. Meatball head sleeping so close to him must have rubbed against him and given him whatever cold she had. Great, just what he needed. At this time in his life and career he had to get sick, with a sickness that no doubt made you hallucinate in your sleep. Leaning forward, Darien groaned and buried his head in his hands. He was soooo screwed.

Please review this, I am a little stuck on where I should go next and I would love to know what you guys would like to see.

Cheers and salutations, Bera-Moon.