Symbiosis
Disclaimer: Is there anyone out there who would actually believe that I own Sailor Moon?
By: Eileen Blazer
"This must be what people do all the time! They go to work, and
then they come home and the other person's there and then they just chat
and watch the television and they cook food. It's amazing!"
-Bridget Jones, Edge of Reason
I'm not sure why I'm here. Ami would tell you its because I have a deep
psycological need to make the world happy. My friend Lita would say its
because there's a gorgeous man involved. Fiery Rei would, no doubt, insist
I did it to make her jealous. And of course Mina would chalk it up to
destiny. But as I said before, I'm not sure why I stand here now; I know
only that I couldn't possible walk away.
Confused? Join the club. Want a better explaination? Travel five days
back in time, to a certian lunch I shared with two guys and a large
strawberry malt. We were just talking, ya know? How could I have known the
direction our conversation would take...
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"And so I tell him, I already GOT the package!" Andrew burst out
laughing at his own joke, clutching his sides and nearly falling out of
his chair. The man next to him raised an eyebrow, evidently not as amused.
He glanced at the girl across from him and found her forcing a smile.
"Gee Andy, that's a really funny joke." Serena said, toying with a
straw and struggling to look interested. "You tell the best. Ha Ha."
"Yeah, Drew. That's the funniest one yet." Darien added, hoping to
fulfill his friend's need for attention. Andrew finally managed to swallow
his laughter and looked at them with eagerness.
"Thanks. You know, I have a million more. Have I told you about when I
went to Alaska and an eskimo asked if-"
"Actually...um...I think Serena was going to tell us something."
Darien looked at her, eyes begging to not argue this one time. She caught
his gaze and nodded slightly.
"Oh, right." Her eyes to the malt before her. "Well, my parents were,
uh, planning a trip to America and they said no kids allowed. I'm
supposed to spend the week with my Aunt Clara, the one with the weird
cats. I asked if one of the girls could let me crash with them but...no
one could."
Darien didn't know it, but Serena's story was true. In fact, the
only reason she'd agreed to spend the afternoon with Darien at all was so
that she could say goodbye to Andrew. Of course, she hadn't known her
arch-rival would be the only other sane person in that booth. Thank God
for little miracles.
"Cheer up Serena, at least you don't have to spend you're week on a
report like my man Darien."
The darker man frowned at the unpleasant memory but saw Serena looking
at him expectantly. With a sigh he explained.
"Its an anal, time-consuming report for psych class, designed for the sole
purpose of annoying the hell out of me."
"Dare's a little bitter," Andrew chimed in. "He has to write an essay
about the differece between married life and single life, and he has to
draw on personal experience from BOTH views. Some unlucky gal is going to
play wife for him for a week. Imagine living with someone you don't know
during vacation! That would totally suc-" He stopped when he found both
Serena and Darien glaring at him. Hands raised, Andrew surrended.
"I still think I have it worse," Serena whined. "I mean last time Aunt
Clara saw me, she tried to teach me to swallow goldfish whole."
"Grow up, Meatball head. At least you don't have to have someone
invading your space and trying to steal your individuality." The use of
that hated nickname shattered the tentative truce and Serena turned a
familiar red.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME"
"Don't tell me all that screaming had finally affected your hearing."
"Aaahhhhh! Why are you always so mean?"
"Aahh," Darien said dryly, "Why are you always so childish. It's no
wonder no one wants you to stay with them."
She stuck her tongue out at him, "Yeah, well good luck finding someone who'll room with a jerk like you during their free time."
As they continued to exchange insults, Andrew finally fell silent. He
considered his friends' predicaments.
Serena needed somewhere to stay.
Darien needed a female roommate who would keep her distance.
Serena couldn't stand to be near Darien.
A cheshire cat smile crept up onto his lips.
"Hey, guys." They both paused, mid-cold remark, to stare at him.
"Why don't you two stay together?"
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Serena looked at the paper in her hand and then at the tall high
tech building before her. It was the headquarters for a company or
something. She double-checked, but the address Darien had scribbled
remained clear. Her heart sank and buried itself in the dirt under her
feet.
He'd lied to her. Darien never intended to let her stay with him,
he'd just been toying with her, and placating Andrew, who'd been unusally
adamant about setting up the arrangement. Now, she'd have to carry her
large bags all the way back home and board the next train to Aunt Clara's.
That jerk, she'd never forgive him for this. Lifting the heaviest
suitcase, Serena sighed deeply.
"You're early," called out a masculine voice, from just behind her.
She turned and found Darien holding groceries.
"I'm on time." He grinned, an uncharacteristic but very attractive
act, and motioned for her to follow him.
"For you, on time is early." He led her inside the building (so
it WAS apartments. Wow) and over to the elevator. She gasped as she walked
passed the interior decorations. They were beautiful. A doorman (or was he a porter, Serema could never remember) followed, smiled at Serena and took
her bags for her. He pushed some buttons and the elevator started with a
lurch.
Serena bit her lip as she thought of her odd situation. She'd lied
to her parents, telling them she was staying with Friend Kelly. She was
temporarily moving into a place that felt like Microsoft Headquarters on
the outside and the plaza inside. And she was rooming with her nemisis,
Darien Sheilds.
Playing wife for Darien? What had she gotten herself into?
AN: Hmm. I thought I'd tell you that the beginning of story takes
place at the end of the vacation and the end of the chapter ends at the
beginning of vacation. I'd thought I'd clarify that 'cause when I reread
it, it sounded to me like the beginning of the story takes place just
after the chapter and it doesn't...anyway, now that I've really confused
you, why don't you tell me whatcha think? Puleaze? I'm at
[email protected] Thank you!
Disclaimer: Is there anyone out there who would actually believe that I own Sailor Moon?
By: Eileen Blazer
"This must be what people do all the time! They go to work, and
then they come home and the other person's there and then they just chat
and watch the television and they cook food. It's amazing!"
-Bridget Jones, Edge of Reason
I'm not sure why I'm here. Ami would tell you its because I have a deep
psycological need to make the world happy. My friend Lita would say its
because there's a gorgeous man involved. Fiery Rei would, no doubt, insist
I did it to make her jealous. And of course Mina would chalk it up to
destiny. But as I said before, I'm not sure why I stand here now; I know
only that I couldn't possible walk away.
Confused? Join the club. Want a better explaination? Travel five days
back in time, to a certian lunch I shared with two guys and a large
strawberry malt. We were just talking, ya know? How could I have known the
direction our conversation would take...
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
"And so I tell him, I already GOT the package!" Andrew burst out
laughing at his own joke, clutching his sides and nearly falling out of
his chair. The man next to him raised an eyebrow, evidently not as amused.
He glanced at the girl across from him and found her forcing a smile.
"Gee Andy, that's a really funny joke." Serena said, toying with a
straw and struggling to look interested. "You tell the best. Ha Ha."
"Yeah, Drew. That's the funniest one yet." Darien added, hoping to
fulfill his friend's need for attention. Andrew finally managed to swallow
his laughter and looked at them with eagerness.
"Thanks. You know, I have a million more. Have I told you about when I
went to Alaska and an eskimo asked if-"
"Actually...um...I think Serena was going to tell us something."
Darien looked at her, eyes begging to not argue this one time. She caught
his gaze and nodded slightly.
"Oh, right." Her eyes to the malt before her. "Well, my parents were,
uh, planning a trip to America and they said no kids allowed. I'm
supposed to spend the week with my Aunt Clara, the one with the weird
cats. I asked if one of the girls could let me crash with them but...no
one could."
Darien didn't know it, but Serena's story was true. In fact, the
only reason she'd agreed to spend the afternoon with Darien at all was so
that she could say goodbye to Andrew. Of course, she hadn't known her
arch-rival would be the only other sane person in that booth. Thank God
for little miracles.
"Cheer up Serena, at least you don't have to spend you're week on a
report like my man Darien."
The darker man frowned at the unpleasant memory but saw Serena looking
at him expectantly. With a sigh he explained.
"Its an anal, time-consuming report for psych class, designed for the sole
purpose of annoying the hell out of me."
"Dare's a little bitter," Andrew chimed in. "He has to write an essay
about the differece between married life and single life, and he has to
draw on personal experience from BOTH views. Some unlucky gal is going to
play wife for him for a week. Imagine living with someone you don't know
during vacation! That would totally suc-" He stopped when he found both
Serena and Darien glaring at him. Hands raised, Andrew surrended.
"I still think I have it worse," Serena whined. "I mean last time Aunt
Clara saw me, she tried to teach me to swallow goldfish whole."
"Grow up, Meatball head. At least you don't have to have someone
invading your space and trying to steal your individuality." The use of
that hated nickname shattered the tentative truce and Serena turned a
familiar red.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME"
"Don't tell me all that screaming had finally affected your hearing."
"Aaahhhhh! Why are you always so mean?"
"Aahh," Darien said dryly, "Why are you always so childish. It's no
wonder no one wants you to stay with them."
She stuck her tongue out at him, "Yeah, well good luck finding someone who'll room with a jerk like you during their free time."
As they continued to exchange insults, Andrew finally fell silent. He
considered his friends' predicaments.
Serena needed somewhere to stay.
Darien needed a female roommate who would keep her distance.
Serena couldn't stand to be near Darien.
A cheshire cat smile crept up onto his lips.
"Hey, guys." They both paused, mid-cold remark, to stare at him.
"Why don't you two stay together?"
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Serena looked at the paper in her hand and then at the tall high
tech building before her. It was the headquarters for a company or
something. She double-checked, but the address Darien had scribbled
remained clear. Her heart sank and buried itself in the dirt under her
feet.
He'd lied to her. Darien never intended to let her stay with him,
he'd just been toying with her, and placating Andrew, who'd been unusally
adamant about setting up the arrangement. Now, she'd have to carry her
large bags all the way back home and board the next train to Aunt Clara's.
That jerk, she'd never forgive him for this. Lifting the heaviest
suitcase, Serena sighed deeply.
"You're early," called out a masculine voice, from just behind her.
She turned and found Darien holding groceries.
"I'm on time." He grinned, an uncharacteristic but very attractive
act, and motioned for her to follow him.
"For you, on time is early." He led her inside the building (so
it WAS apartments. Wow) and over to the elevator. She gasped as she walked
passed the interior decorations. They were beautiful. A doorman (or was he a porter, Serema could never remember) followed, smiled at Serena and took
her bags for her. He pushed some buttons and the elevator started with a
lurch.
Serena bit her lip as she thought of her odd situation. She'd lied
to her parents, telling them she was staying with Friend Kelly. She was
temporarily moving into a place that felt like Microsoft Headquarters on
the outside and the plaza inside. And she was rooming with her nemisis,
Darien Sheilds.
Playing wife for Darien? What had she gotten herself into?
AN: Hmm. I thought I'd tell you that the beginning of story takes
place at the end of the vacation and the end of the chapter ends at the
beginning of vacation. I'd thought I'd clarify that 'cause when I reread
it, it sounded to me like the beginning of the story takes place just
after the chapter and it doesn't...anyway, now that I've really confused
you, why don't you tell me whatcha think? Puleaze? I'm at
[email protected] Thank you!