Title:  Love at Second Sight [part 1]
Rated: PG  
E-mail: Kylara21@hotmail.com 
Author:  Rena Shields

*Author's Note: Hello, this is the first fanfic I have written that 
I've published; the other ones I kinda trashed.  I hope this 
one is good, and please e-mail me with your thoughts, kind 
words, and yes, even criticism.  I want to thank my sister for 
encouraging me to write one of these insane fanfics.  Her work is 
awesome, go and read it (her pen name is W. Bymeeh)!  Better than mine,
definitely.  Anyway, let's get on with my story!  Before it rots.

*Disclaimer:  Sailor Moon and all of its characters don't 
belong to me, and I have a feeling (no, I KNOW) that all of 
you die hard Sailor Moon fans out there know perfectly well 
who it belongs to.  Just to refresh your memories, though, it 
belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.  Hope you like my fanfic!            
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	Serena prayed more than anything that Darien 
Shields wouldn't bug her today...oh, for goodness sake, he 
probably would.  What was the point of wishing when you 
already knew?  He bugged her everyday, constantly calling 
her Serena the Hyena, Meatball Head, etc.  She shook her 
head.  Yup, he probably would tease her, whether she liked it or not.  
	Darien put his feet on the table in front of him, and 
grinned.  So far, Serena had been late to every class that 
day.  The chances that she would be on time to this one 
were, perhaps, one in a million.  He had teased her for being 
late all day long, too.  He was having great fun teasing her; 
after all, they sat together in all of their classes.  Was that his 
fault?  Nooooo.  It was their teacher's fault. The teachers 
had either seated them in alphabetical order or decided that 
the two archenemies needed to sit next to each other.  Heh 
heh, not that he minded; he liked sitting next to Serena.  He 
pulled her hair and put gum on her chair; all sorts of juvenile 
pranks.  He waited for the bell, and for the tornado to appear.        
	Serena threw herself around corner to corner, hoping 
she wouldn't get another detention slip; she already had 
four!  She winced as she felt her hairpins come out, and her 
meatballs slipped out as she ran.  'Great, now my hair is 
going to drag on the floor and get all dirty . . . '
       Darien looked up disappointedly when the door flew 
open.  Too bad, she was on time; no joke about her being 
late this time.  Oh well; he'd call her Meatball Head anyway.  
He looked up . . . and his jaw dropped.  
      Apparently, Serena's hair had come out when she had 
been doing her fifty-yard dash to class.  He knew she had 
been pretty before, but now she was a knockout.  Whistles 
and catcalls from some equally observant guys sounded 
from the room, and she blushed.  'She looks so pretty like 
that, but I like her better with meatballs . . . '      
       As Serena walked, hot red from all the catcalls, she 
seemed to be a princess.  Her hair was really very long, 
flowing down to past her feet and gently trailing on the floor 
behind her.  However, she felt a very intense look directed at 
her.  She saw Darien, with his mouth open, staring intently at 
her.   She blushed VERY RED.
      Darien almost blushed himself as he realized that his 
mouth had been hanging open the entire time.  He quickly 
shut it, and he couldn't say anything.  He thought he might 
drool if he did.  Even guys with girlfriends were looking at 
her, while the girls were giving her killer looks.  Darien just 
didn't know what to say. .  . Maybe Meatball Head wasn't as 
clumsy or as silly as he thought.  No, more like an angel of 
light, a messiah of love . . . Now what the heck was he 
talking about?  Serena?  Beautiful?  Nope, this was unreal.  
He pinched himself.  Ok, so maybe it WAS real.  Big deal, 
Serena was gorgeous!  Funny, too, he reminded himself.  
Cheerful, bouncy, delicate . . . He pinched himself REALLY 
hard this time.  He better stop himself before anything starts; 
after all he knew he should stay faithful to the princess from 
his dream.  It was obvious she loved him, even he if he didn't love her.

***To be continued***

Rena Shields 
kylara21@hotmail.com
         ***Ok, I know the angel of light thing and Messiah of 
love is pretty old, but give me a break!  Any comments or 
(eeck!) flames are greatly appreciated.  Send them to me!  Thanks ***