"Perfect Strangers" by MoonPrincess568

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I told you that I will put out a new chapter soon (rather than 2 years later, lol). Thank you for the reviews and I see that I have a few new readers. Shout out to you guys! All of these questions from the reviews will be answered in this chapter. Also, I noticed that there haven't been a lot of Serena/Darien action, so I made sure I added some in this chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.


*WARNING* This is the ONLY chapter that will be Rated M due to some sexual content. If you are uncomfortable with that theme, you may skip this chapter and move onto Chapter 12. This is considered an optional chapter.


Chapter 11: Doing It Wrong

Beryl spun around to face me and tiptoed to my ear. She whispered, "Look straight." And there was her ex-boyfriend looking furious with a frown and his arms crossed tightly against his chest.

I whispered back, "Want to piss him off even more?" She gave me a mischievous smile. I directed us to an empty spot on the couch. I sat down first and pulled her closer to me. She straddled on top of me, cupped her hands around my face, and she leaned forward and our lips finally met once again.

After who knows how long, she released me. Her eyes were dark and seductive. Her tongue slowly glided across her swollen lips from our intense make out session and said, "Let's go to my room, handsome." She took my hand and led me the way. As were making our way through her house, I pressed Beryl against the wall and planted a hungry kiss against her willing lips. Then her full lips traveled up my neck, then she began to nibble on my earlobe. I extended my neck back and I closed my eyes as she suckled behind my ear. I brought her closer to me, and she decided to wrap her legs around my waist. She softly said huskily in to my ear, "If you continue this, I might have to have you right here."

Yeah, that was not going to happen. I gave her one more kiss and pulled away. Beryl grabbed my hand again and we had to make our way through the drunken crowd. As we were closely approaching the grand double staircase, I accidentally bumped into someone and I felt the alcoholic beverage splash onto my pants.

"Not again," I mumbled with a hint of anger.

I ignored it and continued walking, but I heard Beryl threaten, "Watch where you're going, bitch."

"Beryl, it's cool. I got this," I said confidently with my speech slurred with a funny smirk and placed each hand on Serena's shoulders. I joked, "Meatball Head, like I said earlier, if you wanted to get closer to me, you just had to ask."

She immediately separated from me and a slap flew across my face. My eyes widened as I began to piece together the image of the person standing before, and for once in my life, it was not Meatball Head. And I was not thankful.

"Shit," I muttered to myself and I turned my face away from her.

"How can you just move on so quickly, Darien?" Tessa shouted. I slowly had the courage to look at her, and her face was flushed in anger. I felt the people around us stopped what they were doing and glued their eyes to our argument. Fuck, this is going to be my worst nightmare.

"Because I can," I said and walked away from her as I obviously held Beryl's hand tightly, "Let's go, Beryl."

Tessa quickly grabbed onto my free hand and said as her voice cracked, "Darien… Please don't…"

"Sorry Tessa, but we're over," I firmly said. Tessa did not want to let go and I had to shrug her off, but she still didn't budge. So I demanded, "Let go of me."

"No, I thought I was okay with this, but I'm not! I don't want to let go. I-" She suddenly stopped talking and all I heard was her sobbing. I didn't dare to look at her crying face again. Everything that I wanted to forget has resurfaced. Why is she doing this? I thought this was over last night.

"Please let go," I asked politely this time and continued, "I thought we had an understanding yesterday."

"I know, but Darien!" Tessa pleaded, "Please, hear me out!"

"No, I don't want to hear you out. I can't be with you anymore," I said as I gritted my teeth, "We weren't together for four months. Did you not absorb anything I said last night?"

"Please give me another chance! I love you! Does that even matter to you? Why did you agree to be my date? You must still have feelings for me, right? Right?" She begged as she was pulling on my hand away from Beryl's.

"What the fuck? You know I was just doing your mom a favor. And I already told you that my feelings for you have changed. So please, move on. I don't deserve you and you don't deserve a guy like me," I admitted as I gently moved her hands from me, "Goodbye."

"No, please! Don't say goodbye! I realized that I'm not ready for goodbye!" she yelled and tightly held onto my wrist, catching me once again before I got to the stairs, "I want you back. Just give me another chance and we can be back to where we used to be."

"Girl, can you stop begging? It's fucking annoying. Obviously, he doesn't want you," Beryl replied impatiently, "He wants me," she said as she gave me a playful kiss on my cheek.

Tessa turned to Beryl and angrily said, "Stay out of this!"

Beryl walked closer to Tessa and got into her face. Their faces were nose to noses and Beryl threatened, "Bitch, you don't know who you're dealing with!"

"Get out of my face!" Tessa yelled and shoved Beryl away from her.

This was getting out of hand and I didn't want a bigger brawl to break out, so I turned to Beryl and placed my hand on her arm to hold her back. I told her, "Beryl, don't get involved. I'll meet you up stairs."

"No, I want to teach this bitch a lesson. No one messes with Beryl Roberts," Beryl replied, giving Tessa a death glare with clenched fists, showing her that she was ready to fight.

"Please go upstairs. I will take care of this. Beryl, you're the one I want to be with. Not her," I reassured her as I moved her hair behind her ear.

"Alright, baby. I'll be ready for you. My room is the last door to the left," Beryl seductively said and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Are you seriously going to go upstairs and sleep with her?" Tessa questioned and banged her fist into my chest, "How could you move on so fast? How could you do this to me? How could you?" Her fist straightened out, and her fingers clung onto my shirt and she laid her head onto my chest.

These were my final words. I was done with this. I couldn't take it anymore. I lightly moved Tessa away from me and I said, "Tessa, we shouldn't be doing this here. We're making a scene. I'm sorry, but we're truly over. It's impossible for us to go back to where we used to be. I continuously hurt you over and over again. You deserve better than me. There is someone out there that is more worthy of you than me."

"But Darien…" she choked out, "I love you..."

"I know... And I'm sorry," I said and walked a few steps, but someone rushed to grab me. Two people forcefully turned me around to see Tessa crying on her knees, looking defeated. I felt my chest constrict with guilt... But we need to move on.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Darien?" yelled her best friend, Chrissy, "I never thought you were kind of person. But I guessed wrong."

"Chrissy, she needs to understand that we both need to move on," I said, looking away from her.

"What does moving on mean to you anyways, Darien? Sleeping with that slut upstairs? Can you really stoop that low?" yelled Tessa's other good friend, Nicole.

"I had enough! This is my life, I choose and do what I please," I replied and made my way up.

"Darien, I hope you don't regret this," Chrissy warned, but I ignored her as I reached the top of spiral staircase. I began to search for Beryl's room. I just want to have fun and be careless for one night to forget all the drama, the money troubles, and the stress from school and playing sports that I have been having lately. No one understands what I have been gone through except for either Tessa or Drew. Tessa should know that she isn't the only one hurting. It took some much out of me to finally decide to end it with her last night. How can it turn this way? It was a mutual break up, and now, it turned into a mess. And I can only imagine how this situation will get worse, especially at school. I shrugged everything off.

"Fuck it! It's done and over with," I said to myself as I remembered a beautiful woman waiting for me. I continued to the end of the hall and found Beryl's room.

I knocked on the door and she replied with a sultry voice, "Come in."

I turned the door knob and her room was lit with a few candles. Her room had an eerie, dark romantic feeling to it with burgundy walls with intricate black crown molding. A black, crystal beaded chandelier hanged in the the middle of the room. Then were a black, Victorian style bed with a canopy with beautifully draped, black ruffled curtains.

"Come on over here, Darien," she huskily said as she curled her index finger to invite me to sit on her bed. She grabbed a glass of red wine from her bedside table. I walked closer and I saw a better look of her. She draped herself in silky, black robe.

"Let's make a toast," Beryl said as she handed me the other glass.

"And what are celebrating?" I asked curiously.

"Getting rid of baggage," she responded and continued in Italian, "Salute." I raised my glass and I finished it with one gulp.

"Impatient, huh?" She chuckled as she sat her glass down.

I returned a smirk and I removed her robe, which revealed her lacy, red bra and thong. I placed my body over her and our eager lips met, and I laid her down gently onto her satin, burgundy sheets. Beryl reached for my shirt, and I momentarily left her lips, grabbed the bottom of the shirt, and raised my arms to remove it. With my now exposed body, Beryl placed both hands onto my chest and slid them down to my abs.

Her tongue slid across her upper lip and she admired, "Your body is even better than I imagined."

I bent down and placed kisses around her decolletage. Beryl guided my hands to her back, and I immediately knew what she wanted. I unclasped her bra with one swift motion and threw the bra on the floor. My lips found its way to her breasts and I began to suckle on them. I moved down to her flat stomach and went further down to meet her panties. I rubbed my fingers against her core and she whimpered as I felt her becoming wet. Then I began to slid them down with my teeth, and she kicked them off. I returned back and she grabbed my hair to bring me to her sex and pushed my head down down. I knew what she wanted, and I began to eat her out.

She let out a soft moan as I slid two of my fingers into her, "Oh, Darien..." I quickened the pace and moments later she orgasmed. Beryl's mouth traveled to my ear and she said, "I want to be on top, baby."

We hastily switched positions and her hands quickly slid down to my pants. Beryl began to unbuckle my belt. Then, she moved on to unfasten and unzip my jeans, then pulled it down to my feet. However, my shoes were in the way. Beryl slowly undid my shoelaces, took them off gently, and carelessly discarded them to the floor. Now, she was able to remove my jeans and socks. After, she began to slide off my boxers... But before I realized it, my hand stopped what she was doing.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asked.

"Sorry, keep going," I insisted. She brought them down to my ankles and I kicked off my boxers. Beryl placed kisses around my shaft as she caressed it in up and down motions. She lowered her head to my tip and filled her mouth with my length. My eyes rolled back as she continued to blow me and I moaned, "Ohh..."

"I think you're ready for me," Beryl said. Beryl then straddled herself on top of me. Suddenly, this odd feeling overcame me and this just felt wrong. As much as I tried to brush away what just happened downstairs, Chrissy's words echoed in my head and Tessa's crying face was permanently burned in my mind. Was this really the way I want to move on? To sleep with someone right after I broke up with Tessa? My eyes widened as I realized what I was doing was wrong. As much as I hated to admit this, but Chrissy was right. I would regret this later. And I couldn't imagine the hurt that I inflicted on Tessa tonight. I tried to fight off my conflicting thoughts, but there was no use. My conscience has won.

I called, "Beryl…"

"So impatient," she giggled, thinking was I was calling her name to hurry up.

I had to stop her before it was too late. I got a hold of her wrist and I said, "Beryl, stop."

She let go and responded, "Ohhh... I almost forgot." She got up from me and reached to her beside table. She opened the drawer and pulled out a pack of condoms. She took one and waved it in front of me with her two forefingers. She ripped it off with her teeth and began to put it on me.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this," I finally said.

"Did I do something wrong, baby?" she curiously asked with a concerned face as she moved away from me.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," I said as I tried to sit up against the headboard, "I'm sorry. I just can't do this right now."

"Interesting, but your body is telling me a different story," she replied and playfully pushed me back. She again positioned herself on me and began to lower herself again. I felt her getting closer and closer to my tip. I had to stop this before it was too late.

"No, stop," I demanded as I grabbed on to her wrist, "I'm sorry."

Then she got off me without saying a word to me and she went into her walk-in closet. I got up and picked up my clothes from the floor, and I began to dress myself. I hope I didn't embarrass her. Beryl emerged from her closet and she was now wearing an oversized, university off-shoulder sweater.

"Too bad, you don't know what you're missing out on," Beryl said, leaning against her closet door with arms crossed. Then Beryl walked to her dresser, opened the top shelf, and began searching. I watched her pull out a notepad and sprawled something on it.

"I normally don't do this. You know, giving my number out. But I like you. When you're ready to be with a real woman, hit me up sometime," Beryl said with a wink.

I glanced at the paper and it read:

You're too good.

I can't wait to have you in my bed again ;)

Call me (987) 654-3210

Beryl

"Sure," I lied and then asked, "Not going back out there?"

"No, I think I'm just going to stay her and enjoy the rest of the bottle of wine, and probably go to bed. I have to be at the firm tomorrow morning and help my dad prepare for his case next week, since he's on vacation," she explained.

"Oh, I see. I guess I'll see you around," I said and Beryl followed me out. She tiptoed and gave me one final kiss, and then I shut the door as I walked out.


Beryl grabbed her phone and dialed a number she knew too well. She waited for an answer and said, "Enjoyed the show?"

"No," the voice responded, "Did you just call to let me know that you're done fucking with that high school kid?"

"Of course," Beryl said with attitude. "It kills you that I slept with him, huh?"

"You can't even imagine," Diamond replied, "I bet he can't make you come so fast like me."

"Hmm, I thought he was pretty good," Beryl replied nonchalantly as she looked at her nails.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he growled.

"That's what you get for cheating on me," Beryl responded angrily.

"I already apologized. What else can I do to make it up to you?"

Beryl replied, "If you really want me back, you know where to find me."

"I'm already here," he said.

Beryl smirked to herself and chuckled, "I know you too well."


The house was still in chaos. When I was in Beryl's room, it was so quiet. Who would have thought there was this crazy party going downstairs? I walked down the hall to search for Nathan's room. After a few tries, I found it. I entered and opened another door that led to his personal bathroom and relieved myself. I flushed and went to wash my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror. The person in front of me looks so foreign. Who is this person? I didn't even recognize who I was anymore. Suddenly, I felt this urge to yack. I quickly found my way to toilet and emptied myself.

"Fuck," I moaned in pain as I felt myself wanting to purge again. I grunted and I felt the acidic content from my stomach burn up my throat. The taste of alcohol lingered, and I hastily looked for some mouth washed. I opened a cupboard and yes, I found it. I spit out the mouth wash and looked at myself again. What was I thinking?

"Who is this person?" I asked myself aloud this time. I closed my eyes and brought the warm water splash against my face. I looked up again and the person in front of me was becoming more familiar. I found a clean towel and wiped my face. I exited Nathan's room, and as I made my way downstairs, I ran into Nathan who was sipping on a 40 of beer and chatting with Kyle.

"Yo, Dare! Where have you been?" Nathan asked.

"I just used your bathroom, because there was a line down here," I smoothly said.

"C'mon! Let's go drink more!" Kyle cheered. I nodded and followed them into the kitchen.

An hour later, I was having a good buzz again and I needed fresh air, because this house felt so stuffy. I grabbed a beer on my way out and went to the backyard and stood near his pool. I took a deep breath and I stared into the water.

"Hey there, jerk!" Serena said as she nudged a shoulder into my arm.

"Sup, Meatball Head," I said and looked at her as I tried to regain my balance.

"Enjoying the party?" she asked.

"Sure, I guess…" I replied, "Yourself?"

"Yeah," she said. Then Serena hesitated and it seemed like she wanted to ask or tell me something.

So I asked, "What's wrong?"

"So… I kinda saw what happened with you and Tessa," she replied.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said and popped the beer open.

"Okay…" she said, "I just wanted to know… Are you okay?"

I drank my beer before I answered. I wiped my mouth with my forearm, and then replied, "Why do you care, Meatball Head?"

She shrugged her shoulder and she honestly replied, "I don't know. I just felt bad that had to happen here."

"Don't worry about it. It's over now," I said.

"So... You and Tessa broke up?" Serena asked.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Oh, okay," she said, "When?"

"I really don't want to talk about it," I said and took another sip of my beer.

"Oh, okay. Sorry..." she said.

"Like I said don't worry about it," Then I offered my beer, "Hey, want some?"

Serena looked at me with her bright, blue eyes and said to lighten up the mood, "No, I don't want to catch your cooties!"

I laughed, "We're not in second grade anymore."

She giggled, "I was just kidding!"

"I know," I replied. Then I asked again, tipping the beer glass towards her, "So, do you want some?"

"No, thanks. I don't like the taste of beer," she answered.

"It's an acquired taste. It's something you have to get used to," I said, taking another gulp as she nodded. Then I teased, "C'mon, Meatball Head. Have some."

"Nope," she refused as she shook her head.

"Haha, fine. More for me then," I replied as I shrugged my shoulders.

I looked out at the pool and we had a moment of silence. It was actually nice and what happened an hour ago seemed to be just a distance memory. I couldn't believe all that happened in one night. I'm just glad it's over, and I know I made the right decision. I glanced over to Serena who was gazing at the full moon. The moons rays spotlighted at her and highlighted her heart shaped face. I don't know what has come over me, but lately, I have looking at Serena differently. I shook my head and took a drink. I can't believe I just thought that again.

"So… Meatball Head. Where's Mina?" I asked.

"Inside, probably with Drew and the others from our group," Serena replied.

"Oh, I see," I said, "What are you doing out here then? You guys are like the infamous duo."

Meatball Head laughed and answered, "It's too crazy in there. And it was getting really musky..."

"Very same reason why I'm out here," I chuckled. Then I realized Serena was sober, "Hey!"

"What?" she responded, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Why aren't you drunk?" I teased.

"Drinking is not my thing," she admitted.

"Oh man, Meatball Head. That's probably a good thing. I can imagine you drunk. You're going to be one of those overly happy drunks that stumble everywhere. Then you would run into me with your drink and spill it over me multiple times, and somehow we'll get in some big argument," I commented with laughter, "Either that or you will be clinging onto me all night, because you have a crush on me!"

"Oh, my gosh! So rude!" she playfully said pushed me forward. I lost my balance again and I was headed into the pool.

"Meatball Head!" I yelled as I fell into the pool. I braced myself to prepare myself for the cold water. But thankfully the pool was heated.

"I am so sorry, Darien!" she said, "Do you need help?" I nodded and she lent me her hand. I had an idea and I firmly held her hand. We were so close to each other to the point our faces were only inches apart from each other, and then I pulled her into the pool with me. Her cerulean eyes widened as she realized that I was about to bring her down with me.

"Darien! You did not just do that!" Serena said angrily as she resurfaced.

"What are you going to do about it?" I laughed. Then I suddenly felt a big wave come at me, "Ohhh! This means war!"

"I hate you, Darien!" she yelled and another wave crashed into me.

"Hate is such a strong word," I sarcastically responded. She shoved me and we started another splash war.

"I want out of this pool!" Serena exclaimed as we continued to splash each other. I agreed and we raced to the end of the pool. Of course, I won and I slowly stepped out of the pool. Then I heard Serena close behind me whine as she walked to the top of the steps, "It's so cold!"

I watched her reach the top step, but she lost her footing and began to fall forward. I quickly came to her side and helped her up. I looked down at Meatball Head and embraced her to keep her warm.

"Why does it seem like you're always saving me when I fall?" Serena asked, looking up at me.

"I don't know," I replied, "I just happen to be where you are." I lowered my face towards her. My lips were so close to hers. Abruptly, Serena shoved her hands into my face comprehending what I was about to do.

"Whoa! Let's pretend that never happened!" she exclaimed with wide, frightened eyes.

I finally came into realization that I was about to kiss her and I let go of her. What was I thinking?

"Sorry... Let me get us some towels," and that was all I could say and began walking back to the house.

Author's Notes: Alright, that was the extended version of Chapter 10. Keep in mind that Darien doesn't remember any of this! I hope you guys enjoyed it and I hope that I can write another chapter soon. Until next time!