The Perfect Prank

Chapter XXIV. The Real Epilogue

By: Sailor Angie

AN: First I would like to note that the reason this is 15 minutes late of the deadline I set is becauswe wouldn't let me insert horizontal lines, so (Break) means scene change. I want to thank you guys for supporting me through everything, especially last chapter. I was so scared some wouldn't take it as a joke. I truly love you all, and as long as you keep reviewing, I'll certainly keep writing. I can't wait to continue for you. I hope my real epilogue is everything you wanted and more. I think it's a very fitting chapter, with perhaps one or two more pranks. We'll see. Read, review, and Enjoy!


"Thank you very much Mr. Peterson, the campaign will be faxed to you right away. Have a good day, bye." Darien hung up the phone in his office, his huge spacious office with a view to die for. When he had agreed to take the position over a year and a half ago, he never imagined he'd e climbing the ladder of success so soon. Darien had even heard from a few people higher up that he was being considered for partner.

Momentarily interrupting his thoughts, the door clicked as it shut. Darien turned to face her, "Don't you have finals?" He smirked.

"They're done." She stood still by the door.

Darien got out of his chair and walked out from behind his desk, "Well, then get over here." He commanded half-heartedly.

She bounded fro the door and leapt into his arms, kissing him repeatedly, "I missed you so much. Why wouldn't you let me see you?" She pleaded.

"I didn't want to distract you from your studies. Speaking of: how did your finals go Serena?" He gently set her on the ground.

"I think they went great!" She beamed. "And do you remember what you owe me if I get all A's?" She touched the tip of his nose with her index finger.

"Yes, I remember." Darien smiled seductively.

"It's been so long since you cut me off. But the results will be online at 8pm tonight. If I did half as well as I think I did, I'll be up all night." Serena winked at him.

Darien looked at his watch, "It's Friday, I suppose I can leave early."

Serena approached him and wrapped her arms around his torso, "Or, we could just stay here." She cocked an eyebrow.

Darien chuckled, "Maybe another time, but I'm hungry. Let's get dinner now, and desert later." He grabbed his coat, and Serena's hand.

"What if I want desert first?" She was being stubborn.

"We don't even know your scores yet." He reasoned and escorted her out.


"Hurry up." Serena shoved Darien through their apartment door. "The scores are posted, and if I win I wanna start now!" Serena started up Darien's computer, complaining all the while that it was taking forever.

Darien went to the kitchen to get a drink, and was promptly interrupted by a high pitched squeal from the bedroom. Shortly after, Serena rounded the corner and Darien grabbed her before she could jump on him.

"Lemme down, I won, I want it now!"

"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast. I want to see it for myself." Darien carried Serena over his shoulder to their room and dropped her on the bed. "You stay there." He pointed to her and walked across the room to his desk.

Serena could hold her silence no longer, "Well?"

"I'll be right back," Darien conceded. "Don't move." He commanded, and exited.

"Serena peered out the door from her position on the bed. He was gone, she grabbed the remote and started to channel surf.

Darien returned shortly, "You win," he smiled.

"Get over here." Serena giggled, "It's been three weeks."

"I didn't think you could make it that long; sure you didn't cheat?" He dared.

"As if." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Darien approached her, "Can I have a kiss first?" He requested.

"Fine, but hurry up." Serena got on her knees still on the bed, while Darien stood at the edge; she still wasn't as tall as him. She twined her arms around his neck and firmly planted her lips on his. They lingered for only a moment before Serena shoved him away, "Now." She said almost childishly.

Darien shook his head, "Alright," He handed her a bowl of ice cream and a spoon. "But I want you when you're done."

Greedily she snatched the bowl from him and laid back down to continue watching TV. "Who thought giving up ice cream during finals would be so hard?" She asked herself rhetorically.

"Can I have some?"

Serena paused, looked at Darien, and laughed.

Darien curled up next to her and laid his head on her lap. Serena pressed the mute button, "So how was your day?" She was almost finished with the ice cream.

"Good, I got the Peterson account in writing, and I can't wait for Andrew's new movie." He paused for a moment as if he had just realized something. "It's showing tomorrow night!" He shot up. "I don't have anything ready!" Just as he was about to scramble off the bed Serena grabbed the back of his shirt. "What!?" He turned to her.


"I can't relax."

"I picked up your tux from the dry cleaners yesterday, and I printed the plane tickets off before I came to meet you at your work."

"I haven't packed."

"I have. All our luggage is sitting in the coat closet by the door." Serena felt Darien's muscles begin to relax.

"Did you pack--"

"Jeans, slacks, t-shirts, dress shirts, socks, underwear," She paused and scrunched her nose, "Especially those cute boxers I bought you last week, and toiletries and we'll have to pack your pillow tomorrow morning, oh, and your mmmfff—" Darien kissed Serena with full force. "At least I'll get a good night's rest." She muttered while he nipped at her ears.

"Mmm, you taste like strawberries." Darien moved the empty bowl to the night stand and began to unbutton his shirt.

"That would be the ice cream." Serena began to help him.

"Indeed." Darien kissed her deeply once again.


"So explain to me what your new movie is about again." Serena held Darien's hand as they rode down the airport escalator to the baggage claim.

"It's about transitioning from high school to college." He helped her step off at the bottom.

"Oh, that's right." She confirmed.

"It's only a few hours away; I just can't wait." They both strode over to the circulating machine, and Darien grabbed both their bags as they came around.

"I can take my own." Serena wanted to prove herself to Darien.

"Alright," He let her grab the handle not wanting to provoke her. He laughed inwardly as he watched her struggle with the suitcase, "I told you not to back so much, honey." He scolded. Before she could respond he took her bag, "Let's switch," He let her roll his. To Darien's surprise, she didn't argue. Taking advantage of her silence he led them outside and hailed a taxi, which took them to their hotel.

During the ride Serena kept her face pressed against the window, still not speaking. Once at the hotel, Darien checked in and escorted Serena up to their room, still pondering her silence. "You're awfully quiet." He tried.

"I've never been to L.A. before, everything is so fast paced. Did you see the Hollywood sign when we were in the taxi?" Serena peered out the window of their 12th floor room.

"Yeah, I saw it." Darien began to unpack.

Serena soon joined him, "How long are we staying?"

"You're homesick already?" He looked up at her.

She held his gaze for a moment, "You are my home." She broke their eye contact, "I was just curious, I like it here; the weather is nice and sunny."

Darien walked over to where Serena stood and hugged her, "Do you remember New York?" He whispered in her ear.

"I'll never forget." She closed her eyes and breathed him in, "Do you remember the ocean?"

"No conjoining rooms this time Serena." They laughed together. Darien moved slightly away from Serena in order to see her face.

"I love you," She smiled.

Darien responded by claiming her lips momentarily, then pulling her back into their embrace, "I think I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He breathed, and felt Serena clutch him tighter.


"Do we have to go to dinner with them?" Darien pouted on the way to meet Mina, Andrew, and a few others that had helped with the film.

"They invited us to the premiere Darien." Serena explained.

"We would have come anyways, my firm and I did all the publicity for Andy, not to mention the fact that I wrote the screenplay." Darien whined.

"Don't be a poor sport, just because you don't have Andy's undivided attention doesn't mean it's the end of the world." Serena took Darien's hand as they exited the cab.

"That's not why--"

"Darien," Serena stopped him. She began to straighten his bowtie, "Let's be pleasant." She scolded.

"I'm always pleasant." He stated in monotone, while glaring at her.

She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him closer, "You have my undivided attention." Serena offered.

Darien closed the gap between them.

"C'mon guys, we're gonna have to eat later." Andrew slapped Darien on the back as him and Mina walked past them and into the restaurant.

Darien jerked forward; Serena grabbed his jacket from behind, "Pleasant." She corrected.

"Pleasant," Darien gritted his teeth and marched inside with Serena by his side.

Darien pulled out Serena's chair for her as she sat down, "So Andy, are you as excited about the release as I am?" He took his seat.

"Oh yeah, Mina's mad I won't let her see it."

"The girls can wait; it's not that big of a deal." Darien added.

Serena kicked him under the table. In return, he slid his hand up her thigh, and whispered, "Save the games for the hotel room darling."

She glared at him in embarrassment.

"Stop playing footsie you two." Mina scolded Darien and Serena.

They both blushed. Dinner was eventually served. Serena and Darien were regaled with stories about L.A. from Mina and Andrew who had moved to California almost 9 months prior.

Andrew had finally gotten his big break when a script that Darien wrote for Andrew was picked up for sponsorship by a big studio. Depending on the reception the movie got tonight, Andrew was looking at wide-scale release.

As dinner came to a close, the foursome prepared for what very well could have been the biggest night of their lives. When they stepped out of the limo, they were bombarded with flashbulbs.

"Just keep smiling," Andrew reminded them all as they walked toward the doors. Andrew and Darien were both stopped a few times for brief interviews.

"What can the public expect from your movie?" One reporter asked Darien.

"Lots of surprises, and hopefully a good laugh." He smiled charmingly, and squeezed Serena's hand. She wondered what to make of it.

They finally made it inside to the theater. Light chatter emanated throughout the walls briefly before the lights were dimmed and a hush fell over the audience.

As the titles began to roll, Serena felt inexplicably uneasy.

"You okay?" Darien kissed her cheek.

"Yeah," She nodded automatically.

"Hold on, cuz this is my favorite part." He pointed to the screen.

First it read: 'Three Amigos Studios Presents:' The title faded to black, and then revealed the title of the movie, 'The Perfect Prank.'

Serena's jaw dropped in horror. Darien began to chuckle, "Gotcha."

"You—you--" She stammered.

"Don't worry; everyone agreed that no actress could do you justice."

"This—this is--" She was still at a loss for words.

"The perfect prank my dear. You didn't suspect a thing. I finally got you back for all those phone calls at three in the morning."

"This past year was fake?" She panicked.

"No," He laughed, "I just wanted to pull one over on you, surprise."

"So, we're. . ."

"Serena, I love you, just watch the movie." He rubbed her knee.

"No more pranks okay?" She requested still a bit shaken.

"I promise." He whispered in her ear.

Serena smiled, "This had better be good."

Darien laughed, "You ain't seen nothing yet."

As the movie played Darien enjoyed seeing Serena's facial expressions, and sordid comments that were muttered under her breath.

The onscreen Darien, who had a different name, ran through the airport. Serena squeezed Darien's hand. "Don't worry Serena, you know what happens."

"It doesn't make it any easier." She laid her head on his shoulder, still watching the movie intently.

"You're not gonna need any clothes for what I've got planned." Darien's onscreen counter-part joked.

"Hentai." Serena's character protested.

"But I'm your hentai." The actor hugged the actress.

"I love you." The girl spoke.

"I'll love you forever." The man responded, "Marry me."

"Of course." The girl gushed, and they began a passionate kiss.

'The End' was displayed on the screen which faded to black, allowing the ending credits to roll.

Serena looked confused, "That's not what really happened."

"Let's just watch the credits." Darien referred to the blooper reel that had started playing on the side.

"Why did you end it like that?" Serena didn't understand why he didn't follow the exact events.

"This one's really funny." He made Serena face the screen . . . it was black.

"There's noth--" White words become visible on the screen: 'Marry Me Serena, I Love You.'

She looked at him, trying to figure out if it was real.

"Well, whatta ya say?" He took her hands in his, and got out of his chair and down on one knee.

She laughed, "Is this a prank?"

"No more pranks Serena; marry me." He pulled a ring out of his coat pocket.

She sighed with a smile, "Of course."


AN: I feel like it was a little cliché, but I like it. Let me know if you did too. Thanks for the memories! Love Always, Angie

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