Title: Blind Date Part: 6 Author: ChibiSerenity Rating: G E-mail: plstcfish@aol.com Blind Date - Part 6 - Four Star Dining I had SERIOUS writers block and was POSITIVE this part wasn't going to come out till next week, but so many people wrote me about how much they liked the other parts and how they couldn't WAIT for Part 6 that I got a major guilt trip and I sat down at the computer determined to write SOMETHING! I had intended for it to come out all lovey dovey but it didn't work so great and I just started writing for the heck of it and I thought it was funny and had a decent amount of romance in it, so I kept it. Well, thanks to everyone who wrote me (ie Jess, Rini Shields, Naoko WannaB) you have NO idea how much you've helped me by just saying you like this story. Oh yeah, and E-MAIL ME PEOPLE!!!! You never know, I might get writers block again and YOUR letter could make the difference between my writing or not. I feel like I'm recruiting people and that feels REALLY stupid so I'm just gonna shut up now. Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. However, the second I win the lottery I will buy Sailor Moon (so I don't have to write these stupid disclaimers anymore). Until then, Sailor Moon is Naoko Takeuchi's. ~Darien~ Everyone was staring at us as we stood in line. She, in her fancy pink dress and blond pigtails plastered against her back and me with my soaked tuxedo and wet hair hanging in my eyes. One little boy stared at us so much that his mother scolded him "It's not nice to stare, honey!" Serena's looking around nervously, a slight embarrased flush filling her cheeks. She ought to be used to it by now - I'll bet everyone stares at her, she's so beautiful. As we step forward she seems about to trip and I steady her with my arm. She smiles gratefully and I turn to the teenage boy with vicious acne standing in front of us waiting to take our order. "I think I'll have a cheesburger and small-no medium fries. And a coke. Serena?" Serena licks her lips in concentration as she stares at the menu posted above. I smile slightly. "Um...I'll have a big mac....large fries.......a large chicken tenders........a large chocolate milkshake..........and for desert.....ooh, it's so hard to choose!!! Um.........apple pie or chocolate ice cream, apple pie or chocolote ice cream...." (AN: I would put down more, but I seriously do not really know much of what is on the McDonalds menu. I almost asked my parents to take me there for lunch as..er...field research. Yeah, that's right...) "She'll have both." I interrupt. There was no reason she should be denied anything. I had the money - after all, I had been expected fancy Italian, not take out food! "Oh! Thanks Darien!" "No prob." The acne-plagued guy at the cash register is staring at Serena, mouth wide open. "How can you eat so much of this fast food junk and have such a fair complexion!" He asks, in awe. "Er-not that our fine establishment's food is junky." He says, catching sight of his manager giving him the evil eye. "Um.......just lucky I guess...and special cream...thanks?" she answers, her face now scarlett with embarrasment. "Okay then, sir and miss. Your food should be ready in a moment." ~Serena~ He turns to me, his deep blue eyes sparkling, as we step away from that poor kid with acne. "Well, hows that for our waiter? Now where is that matrê ¤e?" he jokes. "Hmmm...I don't know...and come to think of it, the valet didn't park our car either! I shall have to report this to the managment." I say, with mock snobbiness, making a tsk tsk sound. "Number 42?" calls a girl whose face is hidden beneath her McDonalds hat. "Right here!" says Darien, stepping forward an accepting our tray- er-trays. Everything I ordered wouldn't fit on just one tray....oops? "Here, let me help you!" I say, attempting to take a tray in my hands and promptly falling on me face. "Um....I'd help you up, but my hands are kinda full..." Darien says apologeticly, looking at the trays in both of his hands. "It's okay!" I say brightly, jumping up and neatly knocking into someone behind me waiting in line. "Watch it!" he shouts. "Oh.....sorry sir!" I apologize. Then I turn to Darien, who is trying very hard to restrain himself from breaking down in laughter. "Do you ever get the feeling your the long lost fourth stooge?" I ask, making a joke. (AN: OK, OK, no Three Stooges in Japan. Slight cultural problem. Gomen people, but I don't know much about Japanese culture!) Finally we find a table and sit down. Luckily I don't miss the chair and fall down, which is what I am half expecting to happen. I look at the food hungrily and wipe my brow in mock relief. "Whew...we made it without my killing myself....now pass my food! I think I'll eat the ice cream first." "Tsk tsk meatball head...didn't your mother ever tell you not to eat desert till you finish dinner!" "My ice cream will melt otherwise!" I whine. "Nope. Finish your dinner first." He says, picking up the ice cream cup and holding it just out of my reach. "Grrr......Darien, you're so mean!!!!" I make a wild grab for the ice cream and end up leaning across the table, inches from Darien's face! ~Darien~ She reaches for the ice cream and winds up just inches from my face. Oh, my dear Meatball Head, so close to me....I could just kiss her. I wish I could just kiss her. Then I realize that my face had been moving unconciously closer to hers, and I can feel her breath against my skin. She closes her eyes and - am I imagining this? - puckers her lips slightly for a kiss. I close my eyes and willingly lean forward one more inch to engage her lips... "Sir?" says a woman, tapping me on the shoulder. I whirl around angrily - how dare she interrupt my kiss with Serena! "What?" I ask testily. "I believe you dropped your ice cream." Only then do I notice the chocolote ice cream adorning the small boy she was holding by the hand's head. It had dropped on him after it had fallen from my nerveless hands, since I was so obsessed with getting a kiss from Serena. "Oh! Um....er.....I'm REALLY sorry, ma'em, um........what can I do?" I notice Serena biting her lip, literally shaking in an effort to hold back laughter. The woman looks at Serena sharply and she is immediently subdued. "Sir, miss, this is a children's resteraunt and NO place for your hentai behavior!" (AN: Come on people, figure this one out. Think Hentai stories) "Hentai! Miss, we weren't doing anything!" exclaimes Serena, astonished. "Oh, I suppose you weren't making out in the middle of McDonalds? You disgust me, you little slut." "Ma'em!" I say, anger rising in my voice. "I assure you we did nothing! We did not even kiss, much less 'make out'! And as for your calling Serena a slut - she is not one and that is probably the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life! I'm sorry your son had ice cream spilled on him but that is no excuse for insulting Serena!" "Oh come on, you know very well that you and your girlfriend were definently kissing!" rang her shrill voice. "We were not!"I shout, standing up. "We MIGHT have, and I emphasize the word might for a reason you know, if you hadn't interrupted. But we might not of, after all, we aren't boyfriend or girlfriend or even on a date!" "Oh come on! You're in fancy clothes, and practically making out across the dinner table. Not on a date my foot!" I was about to respond but I realized she was right....about SOME things.....not the hentai part, but we were on a date. After all we were eating dinner together and I was driving her home, right? And what had I intended to do on the blind date except eat dinner and drive the girl home? "Ha!" said the woman, her voice rising very high indeed. "Caught you in a lie you teenage deliquent freaks!!!!!!" "WHAT!!!!" screeched Serena, all of a sudden jumping up. Apparently she was tired of just sitting there and being insulted. "How DARE you call us delinquent freaks!! You're just an uptight.....witch that is living in the 19th century- we weren't even kissing and you go calling it hentai!!" Her voice matches the woman's in shrillness. "You tramp, how dare you call me that!!!!!!" the woman screeches, slapping Serena across the face. " What do you think you're doing, hitting her like that you-" "SIR!!!!!! MADAM!!!!!!" bellows the manager. I just then realize that everyone in the resteraunt is staring at us. I take Serena's hand, and realize it's shaking. "Um...yes sir?" I ask. "Please, you are disturbing the other customers of this establishment. Please take your meals and vacate the premises." "Ha HA!!!" laughes the woman triumphantly. "Both of you." says the manager. "But.....but.......it's not my fault!!!" says the woman, astonished. Another kind customer has thoughtfully wiped her son's head free of ice cream while we argued. "Please miss, do not make a fuss." "A FUSS!!! I am a loyal customer of McDonalds and I should be treated with much more respect!!! Why...." I hurridly stuff our food into some bags and leave the resteraunt quietly, leaving the manager to deal with the now hysterical woman. Once outside, where it has stopped raining, I turn to Serena and smile. "Hows that for four star dining?" I ask. She laughs appreciativly. "And you know what....I never did get to make that phone call to the Triple A..." Serena laughs so hard she falls to the floor. I half expect her to roll around kicking and laughing like a hyena. Finally she gasps for air. "I think we should wait until things quiet down before we go back in..." I say, taking note through the large windows that the woman is now ranting at the people that take orders, the cooks, the manager, the manager's boss, and all the customers. Serena just laughs more. I grin as I put our food in the car and help her up. "Come on, you'll get your dress dirty." :o) :o) :o) :o) :o) :o) :o) :o) :o) :o) :o) :o) Heehee, I liked that chapter. I thought it was funny. It probably wasn't but I wrote so I therefore think it's the most hilarious thing ever written. Just kidding. Oh well, what will happen next? Will Serena and Darien laugh so hard at the woman's antics that they end up rolling around in the parking lot so that when the woman comes out she accuses them of more hentai behavior? Will they cofess their true feelings for one another? How will they get Darien's car fixed? All will come in another installment of Blind Date. Hopefully. E-mail me peoples!!!!!!!!! Love, Luck, and may no weird women accuse you of things at McDonalds. -ChibiSerenity