Winning Love: Prologue
Hey all! Here comes another old, old, OLD fic (read: the SECOND fanfic I ever wrote!) Yes, it's aged and ancient and will be robust with cliches and corniness, but I hope you'll find it enjoyable and that it will bring a smile or two to your face. Enjoy!
I love her. I love her. I love her. No, that can't be right… It's ludicrous. Insane. Unthinkable. Impossible. Isn't it?
I had just finished talking to Andrew. Or rather, he was talking to me while I spaced out--until the end of the conversation, at least. And then something he said caught my ear.
We were in the arcade. I'd walked in not long before, smiling to myself due to a particularly fun argument with Meatball Head. She had stormed off after I commented a little less than friendly on her hair enough times. Now all I could see were those beautiful eyes glaring back at me, and those playful buns bobbing as she stormed away, screaming something about being late and Raye going to seek vengeance in a painful and torturous manner. I laughed, sipping at the coke placed in front of me. Wait a minute--I didn't order a coke. Alarmed, I snapped out of my daydream. There was Andrew, laughing. Obnoxiously.
"Hey, bud. I thought you looked a little thirsty. Where were you just now? I've been calling your name the last two minutes!"
"Oh, sorry, guess I was just a little out of it. Didn't get much sleep, you know. Up all night studying for exams."
"Mmmhmm..." he hummed, and I thought I detected suspicion in his smile. "Hey, I saw you talking to Serena. I can't believe she got mad at you again! I don't know how you can be so mean to her! She's a pretty nice girl."
"Yeah, she can be really a..nnoying." I caught myself before spitting out adorable. But still, the thought of her rang in my mind, and I was pulled back into my own dream world, seeing nothing but a short blue skirt and a long pale neck and that long, long golden hair. The next thing I knew, Andrew was calling my name again.
"Huh? What were you saying?"
Andrew just gave me a knowing smile, freezing me in my seat, panicked. Uh-oh. I hadn't said my dreams out loud, had I?
"Okay. You are NOT yourself today. And if I know you, only one thing could make you act this wierd."
I looked at him questioningly, knowing he couldn't guess this one. Not a chance. Ha! Darien crushing on a girl? Yeah right! I just had to play it cool and he would guess so hair-brained theory that was nowhere near the truth and I would agree and we would move on and--
"So, who is she?"
I choked. That's it! I have been spending too much time with him! "She? I… I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't. Fine, you don't have to tell me. I know you will eventually. But, she really must be something to get you this turned around. I swear, I never thought there would be a girl who could make the great Darien fall in love." And with that, Andrew got up and walked away.
Which brings us to the now part of the story. Yes, here I am, sitting all by myself on a stool in an arcade drinking a coke and scrutinizing everything I have felt for the past few weeks; ever since a cheerful, laughing blonde came into my life with a terrible test score. And I have finally arrived at the inevitable conclusion.
I, Darien Shields, am madly, head-over-heals in love with Serena Tsukino. Oh Andrew! Why'd you have to open your big mouth? But I suppose I would have realized it sooner or later. It can get very hard trying to ignore the way my heart thumps about in my chest like a bowling ball trying to fit into a film canister whenever I see her walking toward me. Or how my palms get all sweaty at the mention of her name. I'm surprised I ignored it for this long. And so, now that I know what I feel, what am I going to do? Confess? I can just see it now:
Here she comes, walking down the sidewalk, bright and cheery for another day, and then her face falls as she sees me. I ignore the obvious contempt, though, and spout, "Hey Meatball Head! Look, I'm sorry I'm such a jerk to you and all, but, well, I've been thinking, and I love you. In fact, I think we were made for each other. How would you like to go out some time? Or better yet, would you marry me?"
Oh yeah. What a winner.
Let's take a brief respite to appreciate the irony in this, shall we? I am actually trying to get a girl to fall in love with me. With me. Talk about turning the tables. There's never been a girl who didn't jump at the chance to date me. Or even talk to me! Except, of course, Serena. The one girl that I actually fall for. Oh Serena Tsukino! Why do you have to be so different? So unusual? Because, of course, that is what makes her so perfect.
Great, now I'm answering my own questions.
Back to the matter at hand. Honestly, I don't have the slightest idea how to make a girl swoon. Yeah, that's right. Me. Tuxedo Mask. The mysterious man of the night with the romantic red roses and long, flowing cape and dreamy starry blue eyes and tousled black hair just dying to be touched, and the sexy deep voice and… well, what am I telling you all this about? I'm sure you know the rumors. Yes, I have no clue how to flirt or woo. But I suppose I'll have to learn fast. I need Serena. To hold her and kiss her. And I really don't know if I'll be able to keep myself from doing so the next time I see her.
And so, starting the next time I see that gorgeous smile headed my way, I will be Mister Perfect. I will have Serena love me. I have to. I don't know what I'll do if I don't. And so, here is the hardest challenge I think I will ever have to overcome, as Tuxedo Mask or anyone else.
I will win Serena's love.
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