Hi everyone. This is my first fanfic for me to actually post because I'm 
chicken. Hopefully this doesn't suck too bad. Just maybe yawl would spare my 
already broken heart and sit around long enough to start it.
"Life without love is a life not worth living for." A very special friend 
once told me. So on with the show, enjoy, I hope.


 "Serena honey your friend is here." Irene called up the steps to 
her daughter.  "Coming Ma." Serena called back from her junky room. 
"What's up?" Sammy asked Darien giving him a high five. 
"A noogie." Darien said playfully grabbing Sammy and making him yelp, 
holding his fist up towards his very tender head since yesterday. 
 "Dad make him stop!" Sammy yelled, kicked, and whined at once.  
"Darien give him one for me." Ken said slightly grinning, 
letting a small chuckle escape his lips, going 
back to his newspaper as Serena ran down the steps.  She was wearing 
some baggy denim blue jeans, a loose fitting blue shirt, a dark loose fitting 
denim blue jacket, a pair of black leather timberland boots, 
a black hat, and a thin gold chain (a lot of clothes huh?). 
"What's up my Road-dog?" She asked Darien, giving him their special handshake, 
 that was a minute long.  "Why do you have on what I have on?" Darien asked 
her a little bit amused by how they seemed to dress a 
like without consulting or telling one another 
what they were going to wear. Serena grinned sheepishly 
"Great minds think a like." She said shrugging her shoulders. 
" Oh well, come lets go before we 're late. "He told her, 
shoving his toast down and forcing her out of the door. 
"But my toast." Serena whined. "No come on." He told her with more force.
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Home room sucks. "Serena sighed, fidgeting with her pencil.
"Yeah, that's if you don't do your homework." Darien started to smile.
"Hey I do, do my homework, it just magically disappear."


What do you think? Yes, I do accept cruel comments too.
If any of you are still out there you can or could reach me at 
HotButtaTisha@.com I know it's kind of weird. Thank you.