Title: Kiss Me At Midnight
Part: Chapter two (And so it Starts..)
E-mail: shenkoskyusa@netscape.net
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By: Kas


Thanks to Alicia Blade, Lady Starra,
(for putting this up at First Love)
Andrea (for putting this up at ASMR)
and Nikki99 (for editing this chapter for me.)
As well as to every one who has e-mailed me, some
of you are just so KIND!
Thanks!
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Disclaimers: I do not own Sailor Moon, Trix, Lucky-charms or that blasted 
rabbit!
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*Kiss me at Midnight Continued*

Mamoru closed his mouth and slowly wrapping his arms
around Usagi, he pulled her small frame slightly closer
and marveled at how she felt in his arms.

The embrace was nothing like he'd ever known.

Not that he went around hugging people or anything,
but the few that had hugged him hadn't felt anything like this.

He felt a freshness flow through him and an
indescribable feeling of

warmth wash over him as he held her tightly in the
embrace.

She felt just as he'd thought she would, and yet
better.

So amazingly soft and warm, that he found it
almost impossible not to hold on a just a

little tighter, bury his face in the nap of her neck
and give in

completely to the new warmth that circled him.

She smelled amazing, like lilacs and roses, it was a
combination he
concluded he liked very much.

Mamoru then realized that all the stupid things that
had
happened today

no longer mattered at all.

He wasn't mad at his boss, worried about the exam, he
didn't CARE

about the coffee. All that mattered was a that girl,
who only yesterday

wouldn't send a smile his way for all the money in the
world, was now

wrapped in HIS arms!

Regretfully, he realized that even though she

hadn't pulled away just yet, it wouldn't stay that
way for much longer, knew he couldn't hold her forever

although the thought was more then appealing at the
moment.

Almost as suddenly as the thought had gone through his
mind the angel in

his arms began to brake the contact.

Wishing for anything but the loss of her warmth,
Mamoru
stood up a

little more and loosened his grip, but didn't let his
arms drop from

around her sides.

He couldn't let her go just yet,

but he was already feeling the warmth from the
embrace fading.

Mamoru looked down only to see that her face was
turned away to the floor and

he wondered what she thinking.

Hearing a "clunk" sound, he tore his gaze away from
Usagi's bowed head to

see that Motoki, had dropped his mop as well.

Motoki was still staring in shock and looking as though
he might not recover any

time soon, and Mamoru quickly forgot about him to look
back to the angel

in his arms.

He now could see that she was trying (unsuccessfully)
to hide the cherry

blush that covered her cheeks, from him.

His lips tweaked a little before a broad smile dawned
on his face.

He couldn't help it, really he just couldn't he
suddenly felt like

smiling down at her adorable face.

He'd always been able to hide how she effected him
before, but now that

she was (and he still couldn't get over this part) in
his arms

he couldn't hide any of his emotions from her.

' Was it possible that after spending 18 years
perfecting a sold wall of

control and resolve that a little sprite like girl had
managed to brake

through the barriers with a simple hug? 'he silently
mused.

" I.. I'm sorry Mamoru-san, I guess I got carried away
and well.."

~She's apologizing for the hug~, he realized absent-
mindedly as he stared

into her eyes.

He found it hard to pull himself out of this odd sort
of stupor that he

had fallen into, so took him a moment to answer.

" Don't worry about it Odango, I'm just glad you
didn't belt me for saying that you and I were... um going
out
tonight."

He wasn't sure that he should of said that, not really
knowing what

she'd do once he had reminded her of that little tid
bit.

And judging by the appalled look on her face, their
little truce had ended.

She stood on tip toes and looked up at him while
trying to gain as much

height as possible, which still left her shorter than
him by at least foot.

Her eyes were filled with anger all of a sudden, and
he could of laughed at how adorable she looked.

He was well over a foot and a half taller then the
small slip of a girl

who was trying to stare him down.

But what irked him, was that it was actually working!

She looked madder then.. then... well him less then 30
minutes ago.

He decided to go for boyish charm as he smiled coyly
back at her,

she didn't seem to notice.

" How could you possibly say that? " For the life of
him he couldn't

understand what she had meant by that but before he
had the chance to

ask, she continued. "Do you have any idea how insane
that sounds?"

Once again he continued to stare at her in
astonishment,

he hadn't the slightest clue as to what she meant.

" To think, that for even a moment I would..would hit
you! for helping me

is CRAZY!! " 'OK she WAS mad and according to her it
was because he

had thought she was mad at him.(AN: Anyone else
confused? *Kas and Mamoru raise their hands*)Now there's
a odd reason if I ever

heard one.' But before he could express his opinion he
was stopped by her

abrupt movements,as she quickly broke free of his
light
embrace and stomped out of the arcade doors.

Obviously intent on leaving the arcade and him to
think about her words

(a tactic women all over the world know).

Yell at him, leave him completely bewildered, and then
walk away for fear

of yelling at him some more.

For a moment Mamoru stared at the doors while chewing
on his bottom lip a and wondering what in the world had
just happened.

Then quickly coming to his senses, he darted for the
door.

He wasn't going to let it end like this, not when he
had every intention

of taking her to that party.

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Usagi stomped down the street and away from the
arcade.

She didn't exactly know why she was so mad at him, but
she did know that

it was all his fault!

And she still couldn't get over Mark's nerve, or how
scared she had been.

She was Sailor Moon, champion of love and justice
fighter of
evil...trembling

in front of a regular guy?

'Well' she told herself silently, 'regardless of how
strong you are as

Sailor Moon, your not that strong as Tusikino Usagi.

And hadn't Luna, told you that you couldn't fight
humans when you were

Sailor Moon?'her mind said.

Thinking about it a moment she realized she was right!

Luna HAD told her that, one day when she had been
grumbling about how

much she wished she could just beam Mamoru-baka with
her tiara, and be

done with it.

She had been firmly reprimanded for expressing her
wish, and told that

it would kill a regular human.

She didn't want to kill Mark, and that was her only
weapon at the moment.

Another reason sailor moon couldn't fight him was
because she
couldn't show him who she was

even just in order to scare him off.

She finally stopped reprimanding herself for her fear,
and realized that

she didn't handle the situation *that* horribly.

' Maybe ' she thought silently, 'I don't have anything
to worry about at

all.'

A smile dawned on her face, ' Yeah, Mark, had looked
pretty scared

when Mamoru-san, threatened him. '

A slight giggle escaped from her lips as she thought
about what had just happened.

But she couldn't blame Mark, Mamoru HAD looked pretty
threatening standing there, frowning down at
him.

She suddenly realized she had never seen Mamoru really
mad before!

When they fought it was always for fun, no one really
ever got mad, at

least that was how she had always seen it.

And BOY WAS HE MAD! she was ready to duck and cover
herself, and the glare wasn't even directed at
her!

She supposed that was why she had been so surprised,
it wasn't every day

the man who teases you senseless comes to the rescue
like a dashing knight,

now is it?

'Especially a tall dark and handsome one at that....
well maybe that does

happen every other day.' she told herself while
remembering

the kawaii Tuxedo Kamen.

' But Mamoru-san is different, and not necessarily in
a bad way.

I mean at least you can see him every day, and not
just when your life

depends on it.

Plus' she thought silently, ' he stays around to
talk.'

Finding herself in a slight daydream of a man with
deep
blue eyes and

ebony hair she didn't even realized that the object
of her dream was now

walking behind her and trying to regain his breath.



Realizing the turn her thoughts had taken she quickly

put a stop to it.

" No, no, no! Do not think like that! " she told
herself as she

continued walking not realizing that she had an
audience.
" No good will come of it." She continued. "So don't
try and....huh?"

She was cut short when she turned her head to look in
one of the store

windows, and found not one but two reflections.

Chewing on her bottom lip she studied the second
reflection.

The figure stood in a relaxed pose less then one foot
behind her

towering over her, with his hands in pockets, leaning
back on his heels.

Mamoru watched the back of her head with a knowing
smile.

Darn him! she could actually *feel* him smirking at
her.

Closing her eyes a moment and taking a deep breath, to
calm her beating

heart, she re-opened her eyes and screeched in
surprise.

No longer was he standing behind her, instead he had
taken the time to

get between her and the wall and level his face a mere
inch away from

hers. Giving her an amazing view of just how deep
those blue eyes were.

She jumped back and almost tripped at his stunt.

" Why can't you stay in one place? " She asked in an
exasperated tone.

" I don't know, why do you talk to yourself? "He
countered with a lopsided grin.

She felt a blush rise to her cheeks in embarrassment,
and something else.

He was smiling at her again, and she was finding it
hard to keep her heart

from pounding out of her chest.

Quickly looking down to her feet (in order to hide her
blush) she waited a

moment for the red in her cheeks it to go away.

When she looked back up, he was still smiling but it
had grown wider, and

she knew, She just KNEW that he had seen it.

'Darn him!'



He heard the frustrated sigh escape her lips, and
tried to stop the smile

from stretching more.

It was just to hard NOT to tease her, she looked so
beautiful, when she was

mad.

Her face would cover with a becoming pink blush which,
in turn made her soft creamy

skin radiant with life.

Her pouty little lips would turn into a frown, or a
strait line and her

eyes.....my GOD, those eyes! would jump with blue
flames, causing his heart

to flip around in his chest like a fish out of water.

Right around then was when his brain would turn to
jellow, and he would

end the conversation for fear of making a fool of
himself.

The worst of it was that he loved it.

He loved how amazingly alive he felt when he seen her,

or the way his heart would stop then start back up 90
times faster

at just the mention of her name.

It was like he was the dead battery, and she was the
charger.

( OK really stupid expression, I know, I know. )

Although he could have done without the sweaty palms,
nervousness,

pounding chest and the many other oddities that always
seemed to happen,

he knew it was worth it...she was worth it.

Heck if he got convolutions every time he saw her it
would be worth it.

Suddenly, realizing the stupidity of his own thoughts
he shook his head

to clear them away.

He had to talk to her, that was why he had followed
Usagi in the first

place...right?

Deciding not to answer that he looked up at her and
opened his mouth to

ask her...What? What was he going to ask her?

His mouth hung open a moment as he thought up how to
phrase the question,

but came up with nothing.

Noticing the odd look he was receiving from Odango,
Mamoru quickly shut his

mouth and had the good grace to blush.

The right side of her mouth quirked a little as she
tried her best

to not smile at him.

' She was mad darn it! She had to stay mad!.. But he
just looked so

cute when he did that. '

Blushing at her own thoughts about the man before her,
Usagi

mentally kicked herself.

' Stop thinking like that! this is Mamoru-baka, he has
no interest in you,' she told herself

'and there's no reason why you should have any interest
in him.

The sooner you stop entertaining this pointless crush
the better off you'll

be.'

Both stood there in the middle of the side walk
blushing at each other profusely.

' This is uncomfortable. ' Usagi thought, as a dead
silence settled over

them.

Rocking back and forth from one foot to the other
Usagi kept quiet

waiting to see what Mamoru had wanted to ask her.

Mamoru in turn leaned back against the brick wall, and
watched her slight movements while wondering how
to phrase the his question AND get this nervous

feeling (which had settled in his gut) to go away but
and the senses of

dread and anticipation, were making it hard for him
concentrate.



It was obvious to onlookers that neither were going
anywhere until this

hidden matter was resolved.

After what seemed like hours of uncomfortable silence,
Mamoru pushed

himself away from the building and stood in front of
Usagi.

The silence had gotten to him and the horror of having
to

continue like this a minute longer was unthinkable.

Stealing himself away for a moment he racking his
brain, for ANYTHING!! Anything

to say in order to make this eerie clam stop, he
looked to Odango and

blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Mud!"

Receiving a blank look from her, he nearly smacked
himself physicaly and DID mentally.

' You sit there for what had to be at least ten
minutes and that's the

best you could come up with was...MUD!? '

He didn't even know what he meant by that.. Mud?

It didn't even make sense he was thinking about...well
her eyes, her hair,

how right her small frame had felt in his arms when he
had been holding her

those few precious minutes ago. And he said mud?

Good Lord, he really had flipped!

'Fix this! And QUICK!'his mind screamed. " Uh.. what I
meant to say was um.. ah.. "


Looking down at his shoes, and drawing a blank he noticed
that her right

foot was sitting in a puddle of mud.....

'Thank you God!' he thought silently. " Your standing in mud! " he announced
proudly,

as he realized he just might be able to talk his way out
of
this.

Usagi quickly looked down to see that he was indeed
right, her right foot was in a puddle of mud
like water

left over from when it had rained the day before.

'That's weird' she thought 'I could have sworn this spot
had been
dry when I

stopped here.'

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Happy little sprites gave themslves a high five, and
continued to watch

the drama unfold.

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Shaking her head in astonishment Usagi, quickly removed
her foot from the

puddle and moved to a dryer spot, never taking her

eyes off of Mamoru.

He smiled coyly at her and she felt her heart do a triple
Lutz before

settling back into its regular rhythm.

'Goodness if he keeps staring at me like this I'm
bound to do

something stupid. Like letting those silly little
fantasies run

away with me. Or start seeing something in those deep
blue eyes that isn't really there.'

Realizing the silence was beginning to set in once more
Mamoru, racked

his brain until he found the perfect thing to say.

'It was so simple, perfect for an opener.' he silently
mused. 'My Lord why
hadn't I thought

of this before???'

Usagi looked down at her shoes for a moment to survey the
damage.

A disgusted frown pulled at the edges of her lips while
she looked at the mud incrusted on her shoe.

She still couldn't figure out how that had happened.

" Odango? "

At the sound of his voice, Usagi's head snapped up to
face him.

She was instantly aware of the way he was watching her.

The look on his face could only be described as pure
temptation.

His smile was a cross between his every day cocky grin, a
lazy smirk and

a sensual pout,

but his eyes held that, ' You know you want it ' look.

The combination was lethal, it made her heart pound so
hard against her

chest that it hurt.

Her legs felt like jellow, her mouth went dry, and
amazing little

shivers of electricity flowed up and down her spine.

The only thought possible of running through her mind
was...'Wow..'

He motioned his finger at her in a way that said "Come
here"

and her mind went blank.

Gulping she slowly forced her wobbly legs forward one
step, and stopped.

Mamoru's smile broadened a little and she was sure her
heart had stopped

as well.

' Good Lord, does he have any *idea* what he's doing to
me? 'she thought.

" Odango, " came his smooth voice. "Are you still mad at
me?"

'Quick Usagi think! MAD!... mad about what!?'

Mamoru smiled a little, he had to admit he never
thought Odango would

get flustered from his gaze, but he couldn't deny the
rosey huge on her cheeks.


Not wanting to sound stupid, but not having a single clue
as to what he

meant, she quickly decided that playing it off was
her only hope.

'Darn him! If she could just think strait she wouldn't be
having this

problem. '

" No. No I'm not mad any more Mamoru-san.. Just don't do
it any more."Usagi stated quickly.

He stared at her a moment, he had been hoping that she
would give him some

clue as to *why* she had been mad in the first place.

'Can't win em all' he told himself silently before he
continued.

"Are you sure Odango, I mean now he thinks your going
with me.."

'Good Lord, man! Why are you arguing about this? Just
shut up!'his/her minds screamed.

"Going?" came her soft reply. 'Common girl! Think!.. Oh
that smile of his

should be outlawed!'

"Yeah, you know to the um.. party?" He was quietly
waiting for her to

answer. At last, it seemed like a light bulb had
clicked on.

"OH! that!" Mamoru raised an eye brow at her quizzically,
and watched her

blush a fiery crimson.

'Darn him!'

"Well actually Mamoru-san, I um.. I wasn't planing on
going at all."she covered

and quickly dropped her head to analyze her shoes.

'I think I preferred the silence after all..'Thought
Usagi.

Mamoru seemed taken aback by her answer, and a bit
hopeful,

'hopeful? Who are you kidding man? Your thrilled and you
know it! 'his brain screamed back at him.

Mamoru was hoping against hope, that the reason was
because she didn't

have a date, even though common sense had told him
otherwise.

"Well um... Why?" he asked hesitantly.

'Baka! what do you care? Its not like you could ask her.'
his mind screamed 'Well why not?' he asked himself 'Lets
see, she's 14, your 18 and also the candidate
most likely

to get shot DOWN!' The mind can be a cruel
thing.

"Well I.. I guess 'cause no one really asked me."

Mamoru jerked his head up to look at the girl. 'She HAD
to be kidding..'

"Oh.." he replied slowly.

Taking a deep breath,a leap of faith and
questioning his own

sanity, Mamoru smiled coyly at her. "Well, you know that
guy is going to

be there...?"

Usagi shrugged her shoulders and looked nervously at her
feet.

'What was are you thinking?' She repramaned herself.'It
isn't like Mamoru-san is
going to ask me

or anything, I should have just kept on walking. After
all'

she contiued sadly 'Its better to walk away from the guy,
then to have

your heart broke by him. Wait a minute! Who said anything
about my heart

being broken? Oh, no..'

"And" he continued "Motoki has been driving me crazy
trying to get me to

go. You know how he can be.."

She nodded absentmindedly, still not daring to look up at
him.

"Well anyway I was thinking, you need to go because this
guy needs to

um... know that you're not afraid of him!"he finished
nervously.

'Wait a minute. What's he telling me?'she thought wide
eyed.

Mamoru looked down at her bowed head and sighed.

This was going to be harder then he'd thought, 'just
don't loose your

nerve!' he told himself. Without realizing it her silence
was actually willing him to go on.

'After all,' he continued 'what's the worst that could
happen? NO WAIT, DON'T
ANSWER THAT!'

Running a nervous hand through his thick ebony hair he
blurted
out.

"Anywayscinceyoushouldgoandishouldgowemightaswellgotogethe
r!"

(AN: What he had actually said was: Any way since you
should
go and I should

go we might as well go together.)

Usagi jerked her head up in shock and stared at the
nervous
looking man if front of her.

"W.. What did you say." she cringed when she realized her
voice had

cracked at the last part but didn't look away from him.

He stared down at the doe eyed girl and felt his brain
turn to jellow.

'Could her eyes possibly be any bigger?'

He was quickly drowning in those deep pools of blue, and
it he didn't look away
soon he'd make

a fool of himself.

As if shaking himself from a deep sleep, Mamoru slowly
pulled himself

back into the real world.

Swallowing the lump in his throat he realized that the
silence had stretched

on long after what would have been appropriate, and blew
caution to the

wind.

Straightening his composure and speaking with much more
confidence

then he had, Mamoru looked deeply in to her eyes and
replied.

"Usagi would you like to go to the party with me?"



OK her heart had stopped beating, she was sure of it.

NO she was dreaming, yes that made much more sense.

'Yes this was a dream, and Mamoru was standing in front
of her looking

more handsome then she had ever seen him, while asking
her to go out with

him. Next he would tell her he loved her' she contuined
to rationalize 'and then a giant
ball of ice cream would fall from the sky.

Right after that, a line of little leprechauns will come
down the street

while caring boxes of Lucky-charms, and being chased by a
rabbit who's

screaming at them to give him breakfast.'

~That pore rabbit never does get his Trix.~

Right after that she'll find herself naked in the middle
of algebra class,

While the teacher is trying to ask her why x isn't equal
to 3x?

Then she'll fall through the floor and land in bed where
Luna will wake

her up.'

Usagi rationalized the situation and smiled while looking
at the sky to see if she

could already catch a glimpse of the giant ice cream that
was soon going to

fall on them.



"Usagi?" Mamoru asked nervously. He was awaiting her
reply when she
had suddenly

looked up to the sky as if waiting for something.

He was beginning to wonder if she had even heard him when
suddenly she announced, "Not now Mamoru-san I'm waiting
for the ice cream."

'Well how was he suppose to answer that?'

Shaking his head as if to clear it, he reached over and
gripped her

shoulder.

Usagi seemed surprised by the action and looked from his
hand to his face quizzicaly.

"D.. did you hear me Usagi?" she nodded a little and
looked back to his

hand.

She didn't remember this happening in the dream...

and if this was a dream should she be able to feel his
warm palm through

her shirt?

Suddenly it clicked and a deep blush rose to her
cheeks.

'He must think you've gone nuts!'her mind screamed 'Well
answer him baka!'

"H.. hai Mamoru-san."

He licked his bottom lip nervously and looked deep into
her eyes as if

trying to read her soul.

Usagi was becoming rather flustered at the way he was
watching her.

"Yes to hearing me or.. yes to going with me?"Mamoru
asked.

She could have sworn his voice had quivered at that last
part.

She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

Weather this was a dream or not, she sure as hell
wouldn't say no.

Not when he was looking at her like that, not when she
could feel the

heat of his hand through her shirt,

nor when her brain had stopped working and her lips
couldn't say no for

anything in this world.

"Yes to both Mamoru-san.. Um that is if you're sure you
wouldn't mind

taking me."

That's all it took and his muscles relaxed,

smile of happiness to crossed his face, and most
importantly...he
finally

remembered to breath!

He just couldn't believe she had said yes!

Her words chanted through his brain like a solemn vow.

"G.. great um I'll pick up at ah.. 6:30?"

he knew his voice had cracked at the last part but
he didn't

care. 'SHE said YES!'

She nodded a little and smiled shyly.

"Um d.. do you need my address?"

Mamoru couldn't help but blush a little, he hadn't even
thought of that.

He was busy thanking the gods that she had
agreed, he didn't think

past the right here and now.

Nodding sheepishly he watched as she reached into her
pocked and retrieved

a peace of paper and pen.

She quickly wrote down her address and phone number then
handed it back

to him shyly.

Mamoru tried not to seem too eager as he took it from
her
hands,

he looked at the paper as though it were a sacred
treasure, then
carefully tucked

it in his pocket before turning back to her.

"I.. I guess I'll see you at 6:30 then?"

"Yeah, 6:30."

Nodding a little Mamoru quickly turned around and began
walking towards

his apartment,

he didn't want to give her extra time to think about it.

If he did she might realize that she had agreed to go out
with him and

change her mind,

besides he only had.. 2 hours to get ready!

Turning around he noticed that she had began walking home
as well

and a small smile played on his lips.



He felt like running all the way home and screaming his
joy

to the whole world.

Quickly stomping down the idea, Mamoru settled for
whistling
a happy little

tune.

He just couldn't banish the thought that this was going
to be a good day.

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Usagi slowly walked down the street in silence for fear
that one wrong

move could wake her from this dream.

Her stomach felt as though it was infested with millions
of giddy

butterflies just bursting to get out.

Her heart was pounding against her chest with the force
of a hurricane,

and her mind kept coming up with possible and not so
possible scenarios

for tonight.

Her whole body was jumping with excitement and
anticipation

all in all, Usagi was positively thrilled.

Cautiously she reached down to pinch her right arm and
laughed when she

felt the slight pain.

Suddenly as though a wall had been knocked down she
found that one

laugh simply wasn't enough, and was soon bubbling
over with laughter

as she raced down the street to her home.

After all, she had to get ready!

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Mamoru stood in front of a full length mirror staring at
his reflection critically.

Cocking his head to the side he analyzed his appearance
for the ninth

time that night.

The dark gray long sleeved shirt seemed to hug his upper
body in a light

grasp. (Ever see Mamoru without the green jacket? Well it
fits like that,

but dark gray, not black.)

It could have 'almost' been described as a turtle neck.
Almost.

The shirt was neatly tucked into a pair of black loose
fitting dress

slacks.

Smoothing the shirt over with his hand, he reached up and
straighted the
collar of his black dress jacket.

Frowning a moment he unbuttoned the jacket letting it
hang open and

smiled a little at the reflection,

but something was still missing.

Crossing the distance of the room he walked over to the
dresser and

picked up a gray handkerchief embroidered with black
roses.

Walking back to the mirror he folded the delicate
material into
the proper shape

and placed it into his jacket pocket.

Staring at his reflection once more a smile tugged at his
lips.

"Much better" he told himself. As he glanced over to the
clock resting

on his night stand

Mamoru let out an audible gasp before running to
his dresser and

grabbing his keys.

If he didn't hurry, he was going to be late picking up
his Odango.


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OK, E-AMIL ME!!!!!
If you want the next chapter out quicker then this one
e-mail me!
If you have ideas or thoughts on this part or ideas for a new fanfic, I'd 
love to hear them.
I was thinking that when this one is finished I might write a story about 
the second season.
This time Serena doesn't remember Darien?
OK, so it's been done but it's always been fun thought for a plot.
Or if any one thinks I should re-write 'How to Drive?' or well I'll put that 
up in a few weeks.
Write ME!
Ja, Kas