Title: Blind Date Author: ChibiSerenity Part: 4 Rating: either G or PG, I dunno E-mail: plstcfish@aol.com Blind Date - Part 4 - Arrival Okay, I said I would try to get two parts out this week to make up for not getting a part out last week. So I am. Thanx to all those who E- mailed me. And, once again, don't get used to it. Okay?? And E-mail me more!! E-mail, E-mail, yea yea yea. Okay, just a little hyper today. Disclaimer: Sometimes I forget Disclaimers. They're stupid. Everyone knows Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me. It belongs someone else (darn it). This someone else is incredibly talented and smart. Everyone knows who she is. In fact, as a ditch effort to get more E-mails, E-mail me with who this mystery person is. It's also a test to see if anyone actually reads the disclaimers. ~Serena~ Okay, I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I look great. A light shade of pink was the color of the sleeveless dress I wore. I also wore a white see- through blouse over it, not buttoned. I had problems with my hair. To wear it up, or down. After debating for awhile I decided to stick with the 'meatball' hairstyle. This friend of Andrew's shouldn't care how I wear my hair, and it felt better that way. I don't think my head feels right without the meatballs in them. This guy'll just learn to like my hair. IF I don't dump him right away. Rita had said he was cute. He better be! I'm wasting a whole Friday night I could be using....playing Sailor V games at the arcade. Okay, so I'm not wasting anything. It sounds like fun. So why do I feel so bad about it? Like I'm cheating on someone or something. Who, Tuxedo Mask? No, that couldn't be right. We're not even together. I remember the dream I had had. Tuxedo Mask....Darien? That's even more ridiculous!!! I don't even like that guy! I don't know WHY he was Tuxedo Mask in my dream, or why the picture of him she had found in her purse became her most looked at item. Next to her locket, of course, which she carried with her constantly. Even to this date. It was Tuxedo Mask's. Maybe she did feel like she was cheating on him. Well, I'll just have to forget about it and have a great time. I look at the clock. Andrew and Rita'll be here to pick me up in ten minutes. This Derrick guy was meeting them at the Italian place they were eating dinner. Have fun, I tell myself. Fun. Don't think about Tuxedo Mask or Darien. ~Darien~ I know I look okay. I am wearing a black tuxedo and I feel like Tuxedo Mask. I wonder if this girl could be like Sailor Moon, or like the Moon Princess. I hadn't forgotten about the Moon Princess, even as I found myself saving Sailor Moon. Even as he found himself thinking more and more about Serena. Serena, the beatiful meatball head. Okay, Darien, you are losing it. You have her picture hanging beside your bed, and dream about her every night. The same dream as always, the princess asking him to bring the crystals. He asked who she was, and slowly she walked forward, out of the mist. "Tuxedo Mask....you are so annoying. Don't you even know my name? Serena!! Not meatball head!!" He had reached out, holding her closely. "Serena...it's you!" "Yes, Darien. Tuxedo Mask. I love you." "I love you too, my meatball head." Just as he leaned forward to kiss her, he woke up. Serena. A princess. Yeah right. I don't know why I was so crazy about Serena in my dream. I look at the clock, and realize it's time for me to meet Rita, Andrew, and this mystery girl at this Italian restaraunt. I take one more glance at the picture of Serena beside my bed, and shake my head. No way. I rip it down, frustrated with myself for thinking of her. I run out to my car and tear down the street towards this resteraunt. Don't think about the Moon Princess or Serena. ~Rita~ "Andrew, this isn't going to work." "Of course it is, Rita, stop freaking out." "Yeah, but Darien doesn't like being tricked. And Serena doesn't either. And when they figure out what happened they'll be gone quicker than customers into a resteraunt run by Serena." "Rita, honey, you are panicking. You don't need to!" "You're right. That was a pretty crummy analogy. Very crummy. In fact, it made no sense. Neither does this blind date. What if they don't even like each other? Oh my God, Andrew, we've gotta apologize and unset them up!" "RITA!!!!" I shut up. Andrew never shouts. "Sorry, sweetie, but you need to calm down. Darien likes Serena already, he has a picture of her in his walletf or goodness sake. Serena describes him as her dream guy, so I think she likes him too. This won't be nearly as hard as you think. And if it doesn't work out, fine. Serena's not one to hold a grudge, and Darien'll forgive us eventually. You okay now?" "Yeah..I guess so." "Good, because wer'e at Serena's house." "Oh....I'm not okay!! We're horrible!" Andrew just shakes his head and leads me to Serena's door. When she comes out she notices my shaken state. "What's with Rita?" Serena asks, concerned. "Oh...uh...I'm...I'm..." My mind is blank. What if Serena and Darien hate us forever because we set them up like this? What if they are so distraught that they never come together because of us? We could be ruining they're lives!!! "She's just so happy that we're going on this date. It's a pretty important anniversasry. " says Andrew smoothly. Serena nods and gets into the back seat. This is going to be a long night. ~Serena~ Andrew's excuse for Rita's case of nerves just doesn't work for me. I know somethings up, as we stand outside of the resteraunt. "He'll be here any second, Rita. Don't worry sweetie." Andrew pats Rita's arm. What is with her?? My mind drifts as we wait for Derrick or Dennis or whoever to show up. Tuxedo Mask. Darien. Tuxedo Mask = Darien. It just feels right. But it's not. It can't be. Serena. Darien. Serena and Darien. Together. An item. That just feels right too. But I know I'm just fooling myself. That idiot Darien would never like me. He is conceited, arrogant, has no personality, is mean, and is the most handsome, great, sweet, and funny guy I know. Slow down, Serena. This is Darien. You can't love Darien. Can you? "He's HERE!!!" squeals Rita, and then puts both hands over her mouth, embarrased. "Gosh, Rita, you're more happy to see this guy than me!!" says Andrew, smiling. They're SUCH a cute couple. That car...it's familiar. It reminds of Darien's. Get a grip, girl, everything reminds you of Darien. Calm down, smile sweetly, and wait for this guy. He's going to get my mind OFF of Darien. ~Darien~ Even as I catch sight of Andrew and Rita, I want to back out of this. I do owe Andrew one, but...Serena. Serena is filling my mind. I can't think of anyone but my meatball headed Serena. God, Darien, get a grip. You and Serena. Please. Never gonna happen. She's a klutz, a crybaby, always flunks her tests in school, has the weirdest hairstyle, and is the most beatiful, wonderful, unique girl I have ever laid eyes on. I can't do this. I love her. I can't go out with someone else. WOAH!!!! Uh-uh. NO way. That's crap and I know it. I am going on this date, meeting this girl, and having a great time. But even as I see the girl from far away, she reminds me of Serena. The blond hair, that's all. And her height. And the hairstyle. The hairstyle...no one wears that meatball headed hairstyle but Serena. I stop the car and get out. It is Serena. She is stunning in her pale pink dress. Her gorgeous blue eyes are distant, thinking of something else. Of someone else. Me? No. What is she doing here anyway?? "Andrew, what the hell is going on?!" I shout, angrily. I'm not angry. I'm ecstatic. But I can't let HIM know that. And I cannot, under any circumstances, let Serena know that. She'd never leave me alone. Or she'd laugh. Or something awful. No way I'm putting my heart on the line like that. She'd reject me, and it would hurt. I would not be able to deal with that hurt, with that rejection. ~Serena~ As I drift back from dreamland I notice the guy stepping out of the car. Black hair, tall, deep blue eyes, just like Darien. Wait...it IS Darien. Maybe Rita didn't mean this car....but she did. She's waving at Darien. Maybe...I'll go out with Darien!! Heaven!!! I mean hell. Definently hell. I don't like Darien. Darien = bad. Who am I kidding? I love Darien. But if I let him know that, then he'll reject me. He'll make fun of me. I know how much he makes fun of me about things I don't care about so much. If I give him such a strong weapon, if I give him my heart, he'll just use it to hurt me. "Andrew, what the hell is going on?!" shouts Darien, mad. He's so handsome when he's mad. I almost blurt out I love you right here, but I catch myself. No way I'm giving him my heart. No way I'm letting him hurt me like that. "Yeah!! What's that dork Darien doing here?" Andrew motions for us to calm down. "Look, look, I can explain." "You better.. I thought you said this guys name was Derrick or something." "Well, you and Darien are soo cute together, and...and.." Rita's stuttering. "And what, Rita?" Darien has a cold glint in his eye. I even love that cold glint. "And...well....meandAndrewsetyouupbecauseyouareperfecttogether." (AN: me and Andrew set you up because you are so perfect together. She says it really fast, you get the idea.) "WHAT!!!!" I squeal. Thank you, I think privately. For letting me see him. For letting me realize I love him. "You sound like a pig, meatball head." "WHAT!!!" That hurt. A lot. See, I don't even give him my heart, and he hurts me so much. "There you go again." He says, ridiculing me. I will NOT let him get to me. I may love him, but he won't know that. I WILL hurt him back. I love him, but I will not show him that he has hurt me. "I do not sound like a pig. Darien I hate you. And I can't BELIEVE you, Rita!! And Andrew!! How could you do this to me!!" How could you give me what my heart desires? A date with Darien. I see tears forming in Rita's eyes. I feel bad, but if I stay here any longer I am going to crack. I am going to lower all defenses, and Darien will be able to hurt me. "Look, I am NOT going out with Darien. I hate him. He's an unfeeling, insensitive, JERK who I would not be caught dead with on a date. Good day!!" I flounce off, angrily, as it begins to rain. The perfect weather to express my mood. Funny how that works out, isn't it? ~Darien~ Why did I say that? She doesn't sound like a pig. Her voice is like a bell. A beatiful, clear bell. She is hurt, I know it. I hurt her. I'm an awful idiot. I just didn't want to let her know I love her. I just didn't want to give her the chance to reject me. To hurt me. "Look, I am NOT going out with Darien. I hate him. He's an unfeeling, insensitive, JERK who I would not be caught dead with on a date. Good day!!!" She's gone. I know she's not coming back. And those words...she hurt me. And it's all my fault. Damn it, Darien, what's wrong with you!!! "My thoughts exactly, brat!!" I shout, upset. She hates me. I don't even look at Andrew and Rita, as I drive off. It begins to rain, expressing my feelings exactly. I should be angry...at myself for being a jerk to Serena, at Andrew and Rita for setting me up, but I'm not. All I can think of is that Serena's getting wet. I shake my head to clear it. Serena doesn't want to deal with me. Hell, I don't want to deal with me. I can't deal with me. I speed out of the parking lot, in the opposite direction of Serena. I don't know where I'm going, just wandering around. Wandering, lost. Lost without Serena. I am so stupid. I wish I hadn't said that. ~Andrew~ "Oops." I say, as Serena runs off. We really blew it this time. Darien speeds out of the parking lot, leaving Rita and I alone. It begins to rain. "We should go after them." says Rita, heartbroken that our great plan hadn't worked. I was so sure that they were crazy for each other. How could it not work? "We can't go after Darien, I don't know where he's going. His house is the other way. And besides I'm sure that neither of them want to see us right now." "Yeah." says Rita. "I guess it didn't work. I feel awful. They will never get together. I know it." She begins to cry softly. I hug her gently, kissing her forehead. "Hey, don't worry, they'll be okay. Come on, we have reservations." As we sit down, next to Darien and Serena's two empty seats, the waiter comes to our somber table. "Would you like to wait till the other members of your party come before ordering?" "No." says Rita, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. "All right. Before I take your orders, when will the others be arriving?" I hang my head sadly. "They're not arriving at all. We blew it." I don't know if I say it to myself or to the waiter. Man, I can't believe we messed up so much. I guess they weren't meant to be together after all. :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( AAAH!!! What have I done!! The date isn't happening at all!! You idiot, ChibiSerenity, how will you get out of this?? Good, then you'll stay tuned. Don't worry, I've got a plan. I always do. Or not. I don't know if I should develope the Tuxedo Mask = Darien, Moon Princess = Serena theme. E-mail me and tell me if I should. Gosh, I'm getting into this now. Really getting into this. E-mail me peoples, Sailor Moon says- heeheeheehee!! Love ya all!! -ChibiSerenity