Wow do you believe it? Part 4 is here. I know it took 
me forever, but I don't always feel like writing, and 
when I do, I have to pick between the like 5 stories 
I am working on. (Only 2 have been posted (Sailor 
Moon), and if you want to know, one is based off of 
Gundam Wing, the second is off the Sailor Star-
lights, and the last is just something I am working 
on.) But without further delay Part 4 of An 
Accidental Fate is here.

An Accidental Fate
Alys
PG
mazzei@isoc.net


Part Four

The weekend went pretty fast, or at least it 
did for me. Saturday I drove Serena over to the 
arcade to hang out for a while. Later that evening I 
drove her back to her house to get anything she 
needed. It was hard on her yes, and she wasn't in the 
best of moods afterwards. But I understood. She cried 
more when we were there. I didn't say a thing, and I 
let her stay as long as she wanted to. She packed up 
things slowly, telling me she just wanted to stay for 
a while. I had brought over a few boxes and helped 
her pack more of her things and things of her family. 
She had tons of pictures, most of her family that she 
kept going through. She gathered things to special to 
leave and packed them herself saying she didn't want 
my help at the moment. It was pretty late when we 
finally left but I didn't mind. I spent most of my 
time wandering around, helping when my help was 
wanting, other times thinking if I would have done 
the same if I had had a chance. When we got home, I 
got everything up in a few trips and placed it in her 
room. That night wasn't one of anything other than 
remembering.
The next day I woke up first and decided to go 
make breakfast. Going through the kitchen I decided 
on making pancakes for a change. 
After the pan was hot I poured in the batter 
and waited for them to cook. About halfway done I 
heard Serena's door open. Slowly she made her way 
down the hall and into the living room,
"Breakfast ready? I'm staving."
"Almost meatball head. You are going to have to 
wait a few more minutes."
She gave a slight glare before she turned 
around. I laughed slightly to myself. She was just so 
cute when she was mad, I just couldn't help but tease 
her.
"You know Darien, if you think you can get away 
with calling me meatball head all the time you're 
wrong. I will get you back, and I am not into kiddy 
revenges either," she said as she started 
walking/hobbling to the table.
"Is that so?" I asked as I finished up the 
pancakes.
"It is."
"Well breakfast is done. Dig in," I said as I 
placed the food on the table. Right away she dug into 
adding butter and syrup to her food. As I watched I 
noticed she was still in her nightclothes, which 
consisted of a pale pink shirt and matching shorts. 
At a second glance I could see white thread sown in 
as shapes, consisting of stars, moons, and rabbits. 
When we were done I gathered up the dishes and headed 
towards the kitchen.
"You can have the shower first if you want," I 
said over my shoulder.
"Okay, sure. I won't be long."
About 20 minutes later I finally heard the 
water turn off. Then I heard the hair dryer turn on. 
"Won't be long," I thought to myself. Finally after 
what seemed like forever I heard the door open.
"I'm done Darien, your turn."
"Finally. I thought you said you wouldn't be 
long," I said sarcastically.
"Well, it was a bit harder with the cast," she 
said as she entered the living room. "I can't get it 
wet remember?"
"I do. I was only joking with you."
I stayed till she had sat down on a chair then 
I got up and went to take my own shower. 15 minutes 
later I was out and ready for the day. Walking back 
into the living room, I saw Serena still sitting 
where I had left her.
"So Darien, what are we going to do today?"
"Well I was thinking of school work. I 
personally have a paper to start. I don't know about 
you, but you were out for 2 weeks, so you obvious 
have to have some."
"You have got to be kidding. Homework? No way." 
"Besides it doesn't even make sense to a dummy like," 
she added quietly. 
"Serena you're not a dummy. Come on, maybe I 
can help. What doesn't make sense to you?"
Fatal last words I thought an hour later. It 
turns out that Serena was having trouble in most of 
her subjects. But unlike her opinion of being dumb, 
it was just she really didn't understand. Starting 
with her geometry we I showed her the rules of points 
and planes. We worked on lines segments and rays. 
Slowly we made it through her math homework. It had 
built up over the last 2 weeks, but once she 
understood the question she was quick to answer. I 
was pretty proud of her. Even though I always teased 
her about her grades I had never meant any of it.
"I am never going to tease her about her grades 
again," I thought to myself as I watched her finish 
the last few problems. She was just too cute when she 
was trying. She had one of the most determined looks 
on her face, and what made it even better was she had 
her tongue slightly sticking out to the side.
"Done," she announced, interrupting my 
thoughts.
"That's good. Now lets do the rest of it."
"Oh come on. Can't we take a little break?"
"No. If I let you stop now you'll never finish. 
I know that for a fact. I have over heard your 
friends complaining about it enough."
"You know you really shouldn't listen in on 
other people's conversations." 
I sighed as I reached for another book. It is 
going to be a long day. After geometry, there was 
biology, English, world cultures, and health. We 
worked all the way to lunch, where we finally had a 
break. It took us most of the day, but we finished 
everything. Of course I knew that none of her 
teachers expected her to have the work done, and I 
could just see the looks on their faces when she 
turned in all of it.
"Done!" sighed Serena as she closed the last of 
her books. "Man who ever knew that studying could be 
so tiring?"
"Maybe if you did it more it wouldn't be so 
hard," I joked.
"Ha, ha, ha. That was just so funny. I'm beat. 
I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow mourning," she 
said as she got up and "walked" down the hall.
"Be prepared to get up early. I can't be late 
either for my classes. By the way, what time do you 
want me to pick you up?"
"You don't have to pick me up," she shouted 
from down the hall. 
"You're wrong there. How else do you think 
you'll get here? Walk?"
"Well ok. I guess 3:30 4 o'clock would be ok."
"Well then good night."
"Night."


(Ok here's the deal. I can't stand only writing in 
Darien's point of view any longer. I got to switch to 
some one else. So now we are going to have Serena's 
POV now. There is going to be no recap or anything, 
just going to start out with next mourning.)


"SERENA! Get up!"
"Who is yelling at me?" I wondered as I rolled 
over in bed. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was 
still early, or at least early for me. 
"Time to go back to sleep" I thought as I 
closed my eyes.
"SERENA!!!"
"Yipes! I'm up, I'm up," I shouted at Darien 
who was now knocking on my door.
"You need to hurry up, or you going to make us 
both late!"
"Ok, ok," I mumbled as I gathered my clothes 
and hobbled towards the bathroom. 20 minutes later I 
was out and ready.
"Are we going to be late??" I rushed out as I 
looked around for my book bag and crutches, quickly 
glancing at the clock in the process. Doing a double 
take, I realized that we had plenty of time.
"Darien what's the big idea? We have plenty of 
time. Don't you dare tell me you got me up early."
"Serena, I know how late you always are. Trust 
me, you have run into me enough times that I have 
gotten a pretty good picture of what it is like when 
you are in a hurry."
"Yea well you still didn't need to get me up 
early," I grumbled as I sat down at the table and 
started the breakfast Darien had made. I had to admit 
that it was pretty good, not as good as moms', but 
good.
"Mom, I miss you so much. It's so hard. I wish 
you were here."
"Serena?"
"Huh? What?"
"Are you ok? I mean your not eating. I don't I 
have never seen you not food in front of you before."
"It's, it's nothing. I'm ok," I whispered, 
lowering my head.
"Serena," I glanced up, "I know it's hard. I 
know that it hurts too, but don't keep it locked up. 
It only makes things harder, ok?"
I nodded my head. I know that this whole ordeal 
hit home for him. I was pretty quite the rest of the 
mourning. It didn't take us long to gather up all our 
stuff, and soon we were ready to leave. Over the 
weekend, I was able to get more practice with the 
crutches, and I didn't have such a hard time with 
them anymore.
My school wasn't that far from Darien's 
apartment, and it was even close enough to walk to 
after I got the cast off.
"I usually don't drive to collage. Its not far, 
so I prefer to walk. It actually only a few blocks 
past your school."
"Oh," I said. I really couldn't think of 
anything else to say. For once I really wasn't in a 
talkative mood. About after ten minutes Darien had 
reached my school and parked his car in the lot. I 
then noticed him putting his keys away.
"Why did you turn off your car?"
"I want to help you get your stuff to your 
class. You can't carry this book-bag and walk on the 
crutches."
"I can manage. I'm sure I can find some one to 
help me. The girls won't probably be here yet, but I 
have other friends I can ask."
"Just let me help. If you see anyone you know 
before we get to your room then I will hand over your 
stuff."
"Ok. Thanks." I really didn't want him to help 
me. I don't know why, but I just felt weird with 
having him around all the time. I guess I am still 
used to him being around only once a day at the most.
Entering the school, I looked around for anyone 
I knew that would help me. Looking around so much, I 
was able to see the looks that people were throwing 
my way. Probably most knew what happened and pitied 
me. I really didn't care. I didn't want pity. I then 
noticed that not looks were for me. It was when we 
passed a group of upper class girls that I noticed 
their attention was fully on Darien. "They are 
practically drooling over him." I thought as I looked 
back at Darien. "Sure," I thought, "he is ok I guess, 
but I wouldn't say drool worthy."
"This is my room. I can manage from here. 
Thanks for helping me."
"It was no problem. Now aren't you glad I 
helped you, Meatball head?"
"Don't call me that!" I can't believe he would 
call me that in school. My school. I hope no one 
heard him.
"I swear Darien, you can be so annoying 
sometimes. You know I hate that stupid nickname."
"Yea, I know. I will pick you at 3:30 ok? See 
you then." With that he turned and walked back down 
the hall. I turned and entered my home and found half 
the class waiting for my, questions written all over 
their faces.
"It is going to be a long day," I mumbled to 
myself as I hobbled to my seat. "A very long day?"


End Part Four

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