I Can Love You Better
By Sailor Gigs
E-mail: sailorgigs@hotmail.com
Rating: G, I guess. Nothing bad, just a romance.

Hola, minna! This is the first fanfiction I've ever posted outside of my
own site, which no one knows about, so don't be too hard on me! E-mail
me--whether you like the story or not. Go to my poorly neglected site, 
too (www.geocities.com/sailor_gigs). Anyhow, this is a first season
romance. I got the title from a song by the Dixie Chicks(yes I like 
country, so sue me! Wait, don't sue me, I'm poor. Plus, I don't own 
Sailor Moon, or the song! Nice little way to fit in the disclaimer, 
huh? ^_~ And it was completely unintentional!) Okay, you're probably 
bored out of your minds, so, on with the story! And don't for get to
e-mail me at sailorgigs@hotmail.com!

BTW: I used the dubbed names because I happen to like the dub. Wait,
don't get mad at me! I DEFINITELY like the original better, but I can't
watch it, so I like the dub. If you don't like it, that's your problem.Part 1


	I cringe at the sight before me. 'What on Earth are those two
 DOING?! They're flirting! How can they do that?' Then I realize what
 I'm thinking, and become disgusted with myself. 'Really, Serena,' I
 scold myself, 'what do you care? It's just that baka Raye and the 
jerk Darien. They can flirt if they want.'
	With that thought, I turn back to my milkshake. Mmm…chocolate's 
my favorite! I can almost see my own eyes light up. Darien's right, I 
am a bit of a pig. But hey, who cares? I still keep my figure up.
	"Hey Serena," comes the familiar voice of Andrew Furuhata, the 
hunky college guy who works at the arcade.	"Hey Andrew! On a break?"
	"Yeah, you looked like you could use some company."
	I hear a giggle from another part of the arcade. It's Raye.
 "You're soooo funny, Darien!"
	I role my eyes indicating to Andrew how stupid she's acting. He 
laughs. "Your friend really loves to do that to him doesn't she?"
	"Yeah. I don't see why she likes him though. He's just a conceited jerk."
	"To you maybe, but he's my friend. And a large portion of the 
female community of Tokyo would love to be in Raye's place." 
	I wonder why his comment makes me feel like something very sharp
just poked my heart. 'What do I care if so many girls want him? They
can have him if they like.'
	After making a little more small talk, Andrew's break was over 
and he got up to get back to work. Alone again, I begin to contemplate
my earlier thoughts. 'Why DOES the thought of Darien with Raye, or 
any other woman for that matter, effect me so? Can it be…do I…like 
Darien?' I know this is a fact. I like Darien, I always have. In fact, 
I realize I LOVE him. 'I…love…Darien.' The thought brings a smile to 
my face. 'I've always loved him. I love everything about him-his 
smile, his eyes, his body…but not just his looks. I love his deeply 
solemn attitude-the way he let's so few people in (I wish he'd let ME 
in). I…I even love the way he teases me and calls me Meatball Head.' 
All these realizations made me feel dizzy, but in a good way. 'I love
him so much.'	Suddenly, I hear Raye laugh again. 'He doesn't feel the same 
way.' The tears welling up in my eyes, I stand up and exit the arcade. 
I can't stand to sit there anymore, not with them acting like that. I 
take deep, calming breaths to fight the tears and walk towards my house.
	"Hey, Meatball, wait up!" Can it be?
	"Darien?" He followed me. Why? I turn slowly around, not really 
wanting to see him with HER.
	"You…left this in the arcade. I thought you might like it back." 
My eyes light up. He's alone! Then I see the object in his hand. 
Oh, no! "My locket!"
	"Whenever I see you, you're wearing this, so I figured it was 
important," he explained.
	"It is! If I lost this, I'd…" I stop, realizing what I was about 
to say. I don't think 'I'd never be able to transform into Sailor Moon 
again," would go over too well with Darien, not to mention Luna and the others.
	"Did…your boyfriend give it to you?" Am I imagining things, or 
was that hesitation in his voice? 
	'He thinks I have a boyfriend? He can't think that-he'll never…'
"No, of course not! I don't have a boyfriend!"
	"Really?" 'Is that…relief I hear? Oh my God, it is! He's glad I'm not taken!'
	My heart doing flip-flops, I hurriedly answer, "Nope! The 
locket's just REALLY important to me."	"Oh, well, bye, Meatball Head!"
	"Don't call me Meatball Head! MY NAME IS SERENA." An idea was 
forming in my head. I couldn't seem too eager to be with him, though;
I had to act as though I still hate him. (Like I ever did. :))
 Besides, someone once told me I looked cute when I was angry. So I had 
to pretend like I didn't like the beloved nickname.
	"Whatever you say, Meatball Head," Darien answered before 
scampering off, leaving me to sigh and begin preparations for my new plan.
	What is this wonderful, foolproof plan, you ask? Now that I know 
from his reaction to my being single that there is some hope, I'm 
going to give myself some more. I am going to make the man see how 
amazing Serena Tsukino is. I am going to show him that I can love him 
much better than Raye Hino ever could. And I'm going to start right away.
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So, what do ya think? I know, it's short, but the next part is longer!
E-mail, it does a body good. My address sailorgigs@hotmail.com, and if
I don't get e-mail, I promise I'll post more. :::evil cackle::: Ja ne!