Hey everybody! It's me AGAIN!!!! Well I just thought of this idea so I HAD to write it out. SO without further ado I give you..........THE DISCLAIMER! *flicks the switch for applause and cheering sound effects* -----(You thought I was gonna introduce the STORY didn't YA! Shame on you!)
Disclaimer: Every character and the cartoon they belong to are property of Naoko Takeuchi and co. I own the story line and ONLY the story line. Please email me if you wish to post this anywhere but fanfiction.net please. [email protected]
_______Now I introduce....(*Drumroll ensues*).....THE STORY!!!!!!__________
First of all I need to make a note please: Title is subject to change, if you like it as it is and understand what I mean by it, please say so in a review. Thanks for reading and enjoy! Please don't forget to review as well! Gotta love those reviews!
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"THERE IS NO WAY I AM LETTING HER NEAR A CAR!!"
"Oh, please..." whined Ikuko to her husband. "She's gotta learn sometime dearest. Do it for me? Pleassse!"
The stubborn man just crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his wife. "NUH UH, NO WAY, NO HOW!!!! I'M STILL THE MAN OF THIS HOUSE AND I SAY SHE DOESN'T LEARN TO DRIVE UNTIL SHE'S 18! 18 ILENE! AND NOT A MOMENT BEFORE! ESPECIALLY NOT IN -OUR- NEW CARS I TELL YOU!"
The housewife dropped her puppy face and shook in anger, "YOU MAY BE MAN OF THE HOUSE YOU CHAUVINIST PIG, BUT YOU'RE ALSO ONE THAT WILL BE SLEEPING ON HIS ROYAL MAN-OF-THE-HOUSE'S COUCH FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH!" And with that Ilene walked out of the kitchen, leaving a flabbergasted man behind, and stomped upstairs to her daughter's room. Closing the door behind her she looked at her blonde child's anxious face and sighed as she leaned against the door. Serena's face fell immediately, but with a small spark of hope she tentatively voiced her curiosity, "Um...So, how'd it go?" Ilene just looked at her with sympathy,
"Do you really need to ask after all the yelling I know you just heard?" Serena's face fell even more as she threw herself back on the bed.
"He's not going to let me drive is he?" she asked almost on the verge of tears. She heard her mother sigh out,
"I did try."
"I know you did. Thanks anyways." Slowly Ilene made her way to her daughter's bed and gathered her up in her arms.
" Oh Sere I know how much you wanted to learn how to drive, I'm so sorry."
"It just isn't fair! All my friend's parents let them drive! What good is my permit if I dad won't let me use it!? Why did we even bother to go get one!?"
"Oh dear you know how protective he is of you."
"Psychotically protective." Serena spat. Ilene just chuckled.
"That may be the case but you don't need to sound so vehement about it. Tell you what, I have an idea."
"What?"
"Why don't you ask one of your older friends if they'll help teach you to drive. I'm sure that those friends of yours with permits won't mind trading seats with you once in a while to let you get some experience too."
"But dad said...." Ilene put a finger to the blonde's lips.
"It'll be our little secret. Just so long as I don't get called to the hospital for you I'm all right with it. And make sure you wear a seat belt. It'll be good to have an extra driver in the house. That would be a lot of help."
"Really mom?"
"Sure, but like I said. Be extremely careful since I won't be there."
"YAYY! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" Serena jumped up and down. "I know exactly who to ask!"
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*At the Arcade*
"OHHHHH ANNNNNNDREWWWWW!"
"Hey Serena! What's up?"
"Somethin' big and I need your help!"
The arcade boys eyebrows arched in interest. "Oh really? And how may I be of service to you?"
"Well, you know how my mom took me to get a learners permit last week?" Andrew nodded, "Well, it seems my dad won't let me drive either of my parent's cars."
"Oh Serena that's awful." Sympathized Andrew.
"I know but that's not the end of it, mom said that if I could get some one else with experience and a car to help me out with driving she would keep it on the DL (down-low) from dad." Serena paused to let him think about where she was going with this. After a few minutes she realized she'd have to finish it for him. "Drew, that's where I need you to come in."
A pale look came across the blonde male's face. "Rena you know I'd love to help you out with that. Gosh I would be more than happy to..." Serena's face brightened, "...but my car is in the shop for major repairs. I won't be getting it back for another 2 months. After I get it back I'll be glad to help you out." he glanced at his friend's crestfallen face. "But I assume you were hoping to start earlier than then."
Serena forced a smile. "It's alright Andrew, I'm sure I can find someone else until then. Thanks anyways." With that she ordered a mint chocolate shake and turned to survey the crowd in the arcade. With all the people here there had to be someone she could get to help her until Andrew got his car back.
"Hey Rena here's your shake. And let's say this one's on the house so I can cheer up my favorite girl."
Serena blushed and accepted the thick, sweet drink.
"Say, Andrew!"
"Yep?"
"You don't happen to know anyone that -could- help me do you?" Andrew paused.
"I can think of one," he paused, "but...it's not a matter of 'could he' it's a matter of would he and would you want him to."
"Well who is it?" Serena asked impatiently.
"Well...." Andrew trailed off.
"Well if it isn't the meatball head! Botherin' Andrew again kid? Don't you have homework to do?"
"Oh shut up Darien!" Serena called without even turning around. He just laughed and took the seat right next to her, quickly ordering a double chocolate milkshake. After returning to find his two best friends at each other's throats he immediately thought back to his original idea. Clearing his throat he decided to voice his suggestion...
"So Darien how would you feel about teaching Serena to drive?"
He sweatdropped as both parties gawked at him. After about two minutes Darien bust out laughing and Serena turned as red as a clown nose.
"You...You've g-got to be kidding me right? Meatball head? Learn to drive! Man it should be illegal for her to even SEE a steering wheel! I have enough problems with her barreling into me with her body on the sidewalks! I don't need her running me over on the streets as well!" Serena cried out indignantly.
"I am NOT -that- bad you meanie!" Darien just chuckled and replied.
"The heck you're not!" to which Serena growled. ---Andrew decided to rejoin the conversation.
"Aw, c'mon Darien. I'd do it for her, but you know my car is in the shop. Besides, she's going to learn sometime and if you're so worried about her hitting you, then why not be the one to teach her how not to?"
"Because there's no way I'm letting a fifteen year old meatball head behind the wheels of my jag that's why!"
"So use one of your other cars!"
"Like which!? I don't keep trashable cars on hand you know?!"
"Just find something to use!" After this the three were silent, and Darien pondered the proposition while eyeing Serena carefully. He had really only known her for about three months and there had never been a time when they had met each other and exchanged a civil word. How in the world would he manage to spend enough time with her in order to teach her the fundamentals of driving? Heck they'd be to busy cat fighting to even spare an ounce of attention to the road and the last thing he wanted was another wreck in his life, especially after that first one. It had taken his parents and ever since then he had taken driving very, very seriously. People like meatball head were probably the most dangerous kind behind the wheel. She would probably wreck every other week, endangering herself and everyone around her. She would really need someone to keep her in line and drill procedure into her as hard as they could. So on that note, who could possibly be better to help her out but himself? He looked at her once more before saying,
"I'll do it." Serena choked on her milkshake and looked at him like he had sprouted heads.
"You will?!" she croaked unbelievingly.
"Yeah, but I warn you. I don't intend to let you get away with many mistakes. Driving is very serious, and if you aren't going to be serious about it then I refuse to waste my time."
"Oh I am." She replied eagerly. "When do we start?" The college student just ran a hand through his midnight hair as he thought.
"Well tomorrow is Saturday and I'm completely free so how about tomorrow at one?"
"Where will I meet you?"
"I'll pick you up from here. Ok?"
"Oh thank you Darien!?" Serena launched herself into his lap and gave her nemesis-turned-tutor a strong hug around the neck before bounding out the door on her way home.
Frozen stiff, Darien felt himself blush at her actions. Andrew, seeing his friend's reaction gave a sly smile before slinking away to help others. After a while Darien returned to his milkshake while still in shock and thought to himself about how good it had felt to have her so near.
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end chapter one!
Disclaimer: Every character and the cartoon they belong to are property of Naoko Takeuchi and co. I own the story line and ONLY the story line. Please email me if you wish to post this anywhere but fanfiction.net please. [email protected]
_______Now I introduce....(*Drumroll ensues*).....THE STORY!!!!!!__________
First of all I need to make a note please: Title is subject to change, if you like it as it is and understand what I mean by it, please say so in a review. Thanks for reading and enjoy! Please don't forget to review as well! Gotta love those reviews!
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"THERE IS NO WAY I AM LETTING HER NEAR A CAR!!"
"Oh, please..." whined Ikuko to her husband. "She's gotta learn sometime dearest. Do it for me? Pleassse!"
The stubborn man just crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his wife. "NUH UH, NO WAY, NO HOW!!!! I'M STILL THE MAN OF THIS HOUSE AND I SAY SHE DOESN'T LEARN TO DRIVE UNTIL SHE'S 18! 18 ILENE! AND NOT A MOMENT BEFORE! ESPECIALLY NOT IN -OUR- NEW CARS I TELL YOU!"
The housewife dropped her puppy face and shook in anger, "YOU MAY BE MAN OF THE HOUSE YOU CHAUVINIST PIG, BUT YOU'RE ALSO ONE THAT WILL BE SLEEPING ON HIS ROYAL MAN-OF-THE-HOUSE'S COUCH FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH!" And with that Ilene walked out of the kitchen, leaving a flabbergasted man behind, and stomped upstairs to her daughter's room. Closing the door behind her she looked at her blonde child's anxious face and sighed as she leaned against the door. Serena's face fell immediately, but with a small spark of hope she tentatively voiced her curiosity, "Um...So, how'd it go?" Ilene just looked at her with sympathy,
"Do you really need to ask after all the yelling I know you just heard?" Serena's face fell even more as she threw herself back on the bed.
"He's not going to let me drive is he?" she asked almost on the verge of tears. She heard her mother sigh out,
"I did try."
"I know you did. Thanks anyways." Slowly Ilene made her way to her daughter's bed and gathered her up in her arms.
" Oh Sere I know how much you wanted to learn how to drive, I'm so sorry."
"It just isn't fair! All my friend's parents let them drive! What good is my permit if I dad won't let me use it!? Why did we even bother to go get one!?"
"Oh dear you know how protective he is of you."
"Psychotically protective." Serena spat. Ilene just chuckled.
"That may be the case but you don't need to sound so vehement about it. Tell you what, I have an idea."
"What?"
"Why don't you ask one of your older friends if they'll help teach you to drive. I'm sure that those friends of yours with permits won't mind trading seats with you once in a while to let you get some experience too."
"But dad said...." Ilene put a finger to the blonde's lips.
"It'll be our little secret. Just so long as I don't get called to the hospital for you I'm all right with it. And make sure you wear a seat belt. It'll be good to have an extra driver in the house. That would be a lot of help."
"Really mom?"
"Sure, but like I said. Be extremely careful since I won't be there."
"YAYY! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" Serena jumped up and down. "I know exactly who to ask!"
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*At the Arcade*
"OHHHHH ANNNNNNDREWWWWW!"
"Hey Serena! What's up?"
"Somethin' big and I need your help!"
The arcade boys eyebrows arched in interest. "Oh really? And how may I be of service to you?"
"Well, you know how my mom took me to get a learners permit last week?" Andrew nodded, "Well, it seems my dad won't let me drive either of my parent's cars."
"Oh Serena that's awful." Sympathized Andrew.
"I know but that's not the end of it, mom said that if I could get some one else with experience and a car to help me out with driving she would keep it on the DL (down-low) from dad." Serena paused to let him think about where she was going with this. After a few minutes she realized she'd have to finish it for him. "Drew, that's where I need you to come in."
A pale look came across the blonde male's face. "Rena you know I'd love to help you out with that. Gosh I would be more than happy to..." Serena's face brightened, "...but my car is in the shop for major repairs. I won't be getting it back for another 2 months. After I get it back I'll be glad to help you out." he glanced at his friend's crestfallen face. "But I assume you were hoping to start earlier than then."
Serena forced a smile. "It's alright Andrew, I'm sure I can find someone else until then. Thanks anyways." With that she ordered a mint chocolate shake and turned to survey the crowd in the arcade. With all the people here there had to be someone she could get to help her until Andrew got his car back.
"Hey Rena here's your shake. And let's say this one's on the house so I can cheer up my favorite girl."
Serena blushed and accepted the thick, sweet drink.
"Say, Andrew!"
"Yep?"
"You don't happen to know anyone that -could- help me do you?" Andrew paused.
"I can think of one," he paused, "but...it's not a matter of 'could he' it's a matter of would he and would you want him to."
"Well who is it?" Serena asked impatiently.
"Well...." Andrew trailed off.
"Well if it isn't the meatball head! Botherin' Andrew again kid? Don't you have homework to do?"
"Oh shut up Darien!" Serena called without even turning around. He just laughed and took the seat right next to her, quickly ordering a double chocolate milkshake. After returning to find his two best friends at each other's throats he immediately thought back to his original idea. Clearing his throat he decided to voice his suggestion...
"So Darien how would you feel about teaching Serena to drive?"
He sweatdropped as both parties gawked at him. After about two minutes Darien bust out laughing and Serena turned as red as a clown nose.
"You...You've g-got to be kidding me right? Meatball head? Learn to drive! Man it should be illegal for her to even SEE a steering wheel! I have enough problems with her barreling into me with her body on the sidewalks! I don't need her running me over on the streets as well!" Serena cried out indignantly.
"I am NOT -that- bad you meanie!" Darien just chuckled and replied.
"The heck you're not!" to which Serena growled. ---Andrew decided to rejoin the conversation.
"Aw, c'mon Darien. I'd do it for her, but you know my car is in the shop. Besides, she's going to learn sometime and if you're so worried about her hitting you, then why not be the one to teach her how not to?"
"Because there's no way I'm letting a fifteen year old meatball head behind the wheels of my jag that's why!"
"So use one of your other cars!"
"Like which!? I don't keep trashable cars on hand you know?!"
"Just find something to use!" After this the three were silent, and Darien pondered the proposition while eyeing Serena carefully. He had really only known her for about three months and there had never been a time when they had met each other and exchanged a civil word. How in the world would he manage to spend enough time with her in order to teach her the fundamentals of driving? Heck they'd be to busy cat fighting to even spare an ounce of attention to the road and the last thing he wanted was another wreck in his life, especially after that first one. It had taken his parents and ever since then he had taken driving very, very seriously. People like meatball head were probably the most dangerous kind behind the wheel. She would probably wreck every other week, endangering herself and everyone around her. She would really need someone to keep her in line and drill procedure into her as hard as they could. So on that note, who could possibly be better to help her out but himself? He looked at her once more before saying,
"I'll do it." Serena choked on her milkshake and looked at him like he had sprouted heads.
"You will?!" she croaked unbelievingly.
"Yeah, but I warn you. I don't intend to let you get away with many mistakes. Driving is very serious, and if you aren't going to be serious about it then I refuse to waste my time."
"Oh I am." She replied eagerly. "When do we start?" The college student just ran a hand through his midnight hair as he thought.
"Well tomorrow is Saturday and I'm completely free so how about tomorrow at one?"
"Where will I meet you?"
"I'll pick you up from here. Ok?"
"Oh thank you Darien!?" Serena launched herself into his lap and gave her nemesis-turned-tutor a strong hug around the neck before bounding out the door on her way home.
Frozen stiff, Darien felt himself blush at her actions. Andrew, seeing his friend's reaction gave a sly smile before slinking away to help others. After a while Darien returned to his milkshake while still in shock and thought to himself about how good it had felt to have her so near.
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end chapter one!