Author - perfect goddess

E-mail - perfect_goddess@start.com.au

Title - Only You

Chapter - 2

Disclaimer - <insert standard disclaimer here> 

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	"This is terrible!" Serena put her face in her hands.

	"Come on Serena." said Mina, patting her comfortingly on the 
shoulder. It's not that bad! You're only going out with him once, and 
you've made it perfectly clear that you're not marrying him, whatever 
your parents say, so don't worry about it."

	"But he's going to lose his inheritance because of ME! Do you 
know how guilty that would make me feel?"

	"We might have some small idea." grumbled Raye. Serena 
threw a cream colored pillow at her.

	'Your parents just want you to settle down Serena. And Darien 
Lord is rich and handsome." Amy pointed out.

	"Or at least he will be rich if you go through with it." said Lita.

	"But I'm not going through with it! Or had I neglected to 
mention that ?" said Serena angrily, blue eyes flashing.

	"Fine!" said Lita, "We'll be back tomorrow to help you pre 
pare for your 'date'. It's getting late, so we'd better get moving."

	"Okay. Bye guys!" said Serena as she saw them out the door. 

	"Bye!" the four others coursed.


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	"Where is she?" asked Darien to himself for the fifth time that 
evening, checking his watch. *fashionably late * he thought sourly,. Just 
then, a certain blue-eyed young woman entered the restaurant. Darien 
stared. Walking towards him was a beautiful blond with long legs and a 
royal blue dress. She smiled as he pulled out a chair for her.

	"Hello, Serena." He managed, still looking at her.

	"Your Lordship," she answered, her crystal blue eyes 
twinkling.

	"Umm... so how are you?" he asked her, scowling at the 
nickname, but still unable to take his eyes off her.

	"Look Darien, lets get straight to it." she looked at him 
pointedly. "I am not marrying you. I don't care whether you lose your 
inheritance or not.", she paused. "But I am sorry."

	"Good." He said, his ocean blue eyes turning stormy. "Because 
I had no intention of marrying you either, meatball head."

	"Meatball head?" her voice raised a couple of octaves.

	"Yes."

	"My name is Serena!. And I haven't worn that hairstyle since I 
was 16! Where did you get that from anyway?"

	"My mother only had one picture of you."

	"*hmph*" she mumbled. "Well, the press are certainly have 
more than one picture of us."

	"Yes, well, I've already spoken to them about that." His face 
was stony. "We won't have to worry about that anymore, meatball 
head."

	"Serena!" she yelled, causing several occupants of nearby 
tables to look at them. "And since I have the courtesy to call you 
Darien, kindly do the same." She said, managing to get her voice down 
several decibels. 

	"Fine, Serena." He said, emphasizing her name. "Have you 
ever the thought of the pluses about getting married? Or at least having 
some sort of 'relationship'." Her eyes narrowed. 

	"Continue" she said. "I'm listening."

	"Okay. Getting our mothers off our backs would secure the 
merger for Lord and sons, and your company. It would give us more 
publicity, and as we've already found out, we are hot material to the 
press."

	Serena listened with interest. Of course, what he said made 
some sense. Their relationship could be fake, and it would generate 
more than just publicity for their companies. They could attend business 
functions together, and be friends, nothing more. The more she thought 
about it, the more she liked it.

	"Hmm.. What you're proposing does have certain 'charms'."
 She said thoughtfully, twirling a piece of stray hair around her finger. 
"However, there are some things we have to get straight." She looked 
at him, fixing him with an azure-eyed stare. 

	"One," she ticked them off on her fingers, "We only attend 
business functions together. Two, we tell our parents..."

	"What?" he exploded. "I'll lose my inheritance, I'll..."

	"Look!" she interrupted, glaring at him. "Do you want my help 
in this, or not? I say we tell our parents, and if we don't then there's no 
deal."

	"Fine." Agreed Darien at last, taking a sip from the wine glass. 
"The only people who will know about our little 'arrangement' will be 
me, you and our parents. If the press get wind of this..."

	Serena shuddered. The press had a habit of blowing things way 
out of proportion. This mornings paper was a classic example of this. 

	"I know what you mean." She held out her hand, "Deal?"

	"Deal." 


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	Sorry, short chapter! I will write more, I promise!
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