SailorAmi, once again. (Getting sick of me yet?) I'm back with W.S.M.A.C? Part 4 or 3 or 5 . . . I forgot. If you know, please tell me. I'm very confused . . . I'm going to stop talking now . . . I rate this PG-13. I don't own Sailor Moon, but I had a dog once. I named it Bark Bark. It's name was Bark Bark because that's what he said his name was. On with the story . . . Write to me at: confused@crosslink.net Once again thanks to Kristine, my editor! Without her my stories wouldn't be the same. Thanks, Kris. "Who Say's Mechanics aren't Cute?"(Some chapter after one . . .) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~* After the deranged game of phone-tag Serena and Darien played came to an end, both of their destinations were the same . . . Blake's Automotive . . . as well as someone else' . . . ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ W.S.M.A.C. chapter three...I think..: The day of the Volcanic Apocalypse. ( Cool tittle huh?) Darien drove the short trip to Blake's in his newly fixed sports car. He pulled around the corner and pulled in into a parking lot he knew all too well. After parking his car, he strolled into the gray painted building never noticing the shadowy figure to the left of the door as he entered. ~Darien's POV~ I walked up to the counter and once again found Jay at the counter looking VERY engrossed reading a Manufacturers' manual. I knew he couldn't be that interested on reading about American cars, so I figured that he's reading some kind of magazine in-between the pages, and I don't mean "NewsWeek." I waived my hand in front of his engrossed face and received no answer. Again. No answer. After being ignored for so long and for being deprived from my much needed sleep, I snapped and quickly snagged the "Manual" away from him, much to his protest. Hrm . . . I wonder why he's so angry? I roll it up and hit him upside the head with it. "Hey!! What was that for?!?" Jay complained, angrily. "For making me wait for service" "Oh, it's YOU" He said as he finally noticed Darien. "And what's that suppose to mean?" I asked, irritated. "Nothing. What can I do for you?" "Is Serena here?" "Yep, let me get her for you" ~SailorAmi's POV~ After Jay temporarily disappeared into the breakroom, Serena came in seconds later wearing short overalls, black tank-top, Army boots, and the official "Blake's Work Hat." Smiling, she sauntered over to the counter. "Hi, Darien," Serena greeted, cheerfully. "Hi." "What are you doing here?" "Our little chat on the phone was cut short, so I came here to finish it." "Oh, well now isn't a . . ." "POOKEY-BEAR!" A sharp-shrilled voice rang out, abruptly cutting Serena from mid-speech. Both Serena and Darien stared in shocked silence as a tall, red-headed woman came in and embraced Darien in a *BIG* hug. Not in a friendly hug, mind you. But a hug that said that they were much more than 'friends.' "OH, POOKEY, I MISSED YOU SSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!" the red-head gushed in an annoyingly sick sweet voice. ~Darien's POV~ 'Great! Just great! I forgot about Jakie. What is SHE doing here? How did she know I was here? I didn't know she was coming home today. Now what? Do I hug her back? If I do, Serena might get the wrong idea . . .' ' What wrong idea?! You two are practically fiancee's!! And besides, there is *NOTHING* between you and Serena!' I decided to let my conscience and common sense battle it out, as I was too tired to really care. ~SailorAmi's POV~ While Darien was deep in thought, Jakie slightly loosened her death grip on "Pookie-Bear's" neck and glared at Serena with venomous, red eyes. Serena mirrored the look on her face. "Well, well, well! Look at what the cat dragged in, a filthy, little bunny," Jakie said sarcastically. "Nice to see you too, Jakie." "Don't play games, Meatball!" She snapped. "Fine! Let's keep this plain and simple . . . HEIDI!" Serena retorted. Meanwhile, Darien looked on clueless and dumbfounded while the scene unfolded unto his very eyes; but decided to intervene thinking that this little scene might get ugly. "You two know each other?" he asked, incredulously. "Unfortunately," they replied in unison. "How?" "Well, Meatball here attended the same business school with me for awhile. Then, dropped out to become a mechanic. And what a demeaning and improper work for a woman!" She commented, haughtily. "*MY* work's demeaning? YOUR company goes around and files lawsuits on anything that can afford lawyers fees! At least, my work is honest, HEIDI!" Serena said as she defended her choice of career. "Don't call me that! I hate my middle name and you know it!" She snapped, irritated. "I can, and I will, HEIDI!" Serena screeched. "MY GOODNESS! You still have the manners of a cow! Tell me, do you still eat like one too, then?" Serena blushed furiously at that last comment, but quickly regained her composure and quickly picked up the war of words "Since we're picking out each others' faults, how about you and your scarves, huh?" "W-what about them?" "You really want to know?" "Yes!" Jakie demanded. "Well, I didn't know that that many disgustingly tacky and horrendous looking scarves existed! Oh, wait. That's probably because *you* bought them *all*! Silly me!" "They aren't ugly! They are just a unique fashion statement!" "Yeah, a unique, *ugly* statement" "Well, fine! I don't need to take this garbage and most certainly not from you. I'll take my boyfriend and leave!" "B--boyfriend?" "Yeah, my Pookie-Bear here. We're practically married!" Jakie said motioning to Darien. ~Serena's POV~ 'WHAT!?! Jakie's boyfriend is . . . is . . . Darien? This has to be some sick joke, right?. . .There is just no way that--that Darien would like her, right? RIGHT!?!? This is so unfair! I FINALLY found a guy I like, and here he is. . . taken by my mortal enemy, Jakie 'Heidi' Beryl. I . . . I think . . . I'm going to cry . . . I *never* cry. I don't want anyone to see me like this . . .' "Fine! Leave then!" I yelled. "Okay! C'mon, Pookie, let's go!" Darien looked somewhat reluctant to leave; I gazed at his deep blue eyes that were giving me a silent apology. Damnit! I CAN'T believe this is happening to me! This REALLY sucks! After they left, I ventured into the back room to look for Jay. He was sitting reading a dirty magazine. Yuck . . . I walked up to him and made a coughing noise to get his attention. He jumped about six feet up into the air and tried to hide the magazine in vain. It would have been a funny sight if I wasn't so depressed. I asked him if I could have the rest of the day off because I was feeling sick. It wasn't a total lie. . . I was sick from the sight of Darien and Jakie hugging and by the fact that Darien is Jakie's boyfriend. Thankfully, Jay agreed to let me go home. It was probably because I caught him reading that dirty magazine. I signed out from the book on the counter and made my way to my car. I walked into my flat and straight into the bedroom where I threw myself over the bed, crying. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 'This sucks and I'm hungry after a lost night of no sleep. And all I could come up with to describe my present situation is I'm depressed and hungry, not a good combination. 'I might be hungry, but I don't want to get up. I'll just lay here for a bit longer.' I waited until my stomach was making all these awful sounds and when it felt like it was going to eat itself, if I didn't get something to satisfy its hunger. I sat up, rubbed my eyes dry, and proceeded to the kitchen. On the way to the door, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked like a sick, rabid raccoon! My eyes weren't only pink and puffy, but had black rings around them from lack of sleep. My hair was in a jumbled, matted mess that would take me at least an hour to get a brush through, and my nose was an ugly shade of dark red from wiping my nose too hard with tissues. Sighing, I returned to raid my kitchen. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* '*Sigh* Why is it ALWAYS me?! I was having a bad enough day with the whole "Pookie-Bear and Heidi" incident, but then going home to find out that the only food I have in the house was a can of *chicken broth*! This is just not my day.' Serena thought, wheeling her shopping cart down the isle, searching for a jug of milk. ~*~*~*~*~*~Flashback-30 minutes earlier, Darien's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I finally pried Jakie off of my arm by the 'Oh look, there's a sale at Bloomingdale's technique' in which I promptly escaped to the safety of my office on the 35th floor. Looking around the room, I saw what I dreaded the most. . .a post-it-note on my lamp shade. *sigh* I hate post-its, not because they aren't convenient, but Doris loves 'em and decides to stick them on EVERY square inch of my office. Walking over to the lamp, I plucked the yellow piece of adhesive-paper off the lamp, then read it. Mr. Shields, 'Wow she spelled my name right maybe she learned to write legibly now' Busy mope pop-sickle-nits. Ick fall noun. '*sigh* never mind.' Off yam! Bite maid and beard. I thought I was going to be there all day, but to my surprise, it took only twenty minutes. Deciding I just wanted to get home and mope around all day, I read the little note. Mr. Shields, Buy more post-it-notes. I'm all out. 'Figures' Oh yeah! Buy milk and bread. 'Easy enough, I'll go down to the store around the corner.' *~*~*~My POV*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Walking down the dairy isle with a basket on one hand, and bread in the basket. Darien was trying to make a life altering decision . . . ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Darien's POV~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "One percent or whole?" I asked myself. "Maybe fat-free? Darn! How am I supposed to know the difference? It's milk! It comes from a stupid cow! Do they label the cows 'Fat-Free' or 'Skim'? I think not!" "Whole is better for whipping, so you use it in pies, while Skim and Fat-Free are better for those watching their weight and health. But all in all, you can pick randomly by grabbing a jug, and it won't matter." I looked over my shoulder to thank the helpful person. I nearly dropped the jug of milk I was inspecting, to see . . . "SERENA?" "DARIEN?" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Well, this is definitely an unexpected turn of events, eh? Wanna' kill me yet? I make it look like Darien and Serena got together, then something gets in the way! Evil me! I'll be out with the next part later, I think . . . I'm tired. 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