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Your Secret Admirer
Part Two - Deceit

Mina charged through the mall, dragging Serena by the hand. As she looked over and rejected shop after shop, she cheerfully spoke. "Well it's about time you admitted that you've got the hots for the guy, I mean I've known for ages! Heck, I think we all get fuzzy tingles when he looks at us with those sexy, brooding, deep blue eyes..."

"Mina, if you could please wipe the drool from your mouth, we're talking about my crush here," Serena put in, wistfully eyeing a pizza shop as Mina motored by.

"Oh! Right, sorry Serena. Where was I? Oh yeah- it's like the old saying goes, 'A strong offense is a good new dress.'"

"I believe the saying goes, 'A good defense is a strong offense,'" Serena murmured, noticing a new donut shop she would have to visit when time allowed.

Mina stopped short causing her pigtailed friend to run into her. Slowly, she turned to face Serena, eyes wide, "What did you say, Amy?" she demanded.

"I said... uh... Yeah, pink!"

Mina sighed with relief, "Oh good! Well? Come on!" Snatching Serena's wrist back up she returned to hauling her through the shopping center.

Pensively, Serena asked, "Do you think Darien likes pink?"

Mina smirked over her shoulder, "Every man likes a woman in pink." She stopped again, causing another collision, and pointed at the window display of one of the fashion shops, "But they love a woman in red."

Serena eyed her friend's choice. It was extremely low cut on the top and high cut on the bottom, really hardly there at all. Serena blanched, "I can't wear that! Hooker Barbie would hesitate to wear that!"

She tore her eyes away from the blood red monstrosity and turned towards her friend, fully expecting Mina to laugh and tell her she was joking. With a sinking sensation, she instead found her friend looking at the dress, if it could really be called that, with a feral look in her eyes and a wide grin.

xXx

"The secret," Lita confided, "Is knowing what a guy likes and then pretending that you like the same thing. For example," the tall girl began ticking off points on her fingers, "Andrew's favorite color is blue. His favorite food is hashed beef over rice. His favorite movie is The Little Mermaid. He tells everyone his favorite movie is The Rocky Horror Picture Show. When the arcade closes, he always puts on the Spice Girls to listen to while he cleans. He absolutely hates whipped cream. He-"

"No way, how can anyone hate whipped cream?" Serena interrupted.

Lita shrugged and continued, "Some sort of traumatic incident as a child I haven't weaseled out yet. Andrew's greatest achievements in life up to this point are getting into the college of his choice and winning a hot dog eating contest in the fifth grade. He is studying Biochemistry but secretly he wants write musicals. When he was a kid, he wanted to grow up to be a pirate. Oh, and he likes to knit." Lita blinked, suddenly finding herself out of fingers. She was about to start over from the beginning but Serena cut her off.

"How do you know all this stuff, anyway?" she asked.

Lita's head whipped around as she checked to make sure that no one could overhear them. Leaning very close to her friend, she whispered in low tones, "There are a couple ways; ask his friends, look him up on the internet, personal history check, steal his diary, general stalking..."

As Lita continued on and on, Serena began to feel distinctly uncomfortable and wondered whether she should have asked.

xXx

"The most important thing is to be sexy and mysterious. Make sure he knows you got it but that you don't let just any old person see it. Play hard to get, you know?"

"No, I don't," Serena told Raye as they walked downtown. "I have no idea what you're talking about. What 'it' do I have that I don't let any old person see?"

Raye rolled her eyes, "Allure, charisma, primal attraction. You have to let him see that you're not as sweet and innocent as you appear, that deep down inside you're a tigress and you're stalking him for dinner."

Rather nervous at the fire that had ignited within her dark-haired friend's eyes, Serena protested, "But I am as sweet and innocent as I appear!"

Raye nodded sympathetically, "I know, and that's what we have to change."

Serena had a feeling that she was going to regret this.

"Perfect! An adult book store!"

Serena was sure that she was going to regret this.

xXx

"Darien is studying to be a doctor," Amy told her in hushed tones, suitable for the library in which they found themselves. "I theorize that if you wish to be able to communicate with him adequately, you would do well to immerse yourself in the topics and vernacular of his chosen field of expertise."

A moment later, when Serena had worked out what her blue-haired friend had just said, she replied, "Oh, that makes sense. Lita said something similar; get to know what he likes and pretend I like them too."

Amy nodded, "Precisely, that is the reason I asked you here today. I've taken the liberty of preparing a bit of light reading on the basics."

"Really?" Serena exclaimed, "Thank you Amy! I think you're the most helpful person I've asked about this."

Amy smiled shyly and stood up, "I'll just go fetch the dolly and we can check out your literature."

"Hang on, did you say 'dolly'?"

Amy nodded again, "Yes, in mechanical engineering a dolly is a platform on wheels for moving things."

"How many books are we talking here, Amy?"

Amy turned back to her, eyes wide, "Well I thought you would only want some light reading material but if you wish for a more in-depth look at the subject I can always fetch my usual fork lift!"

xXx

"He's in there," Amy confirmed, emerging from the Crown Game Center and entering the alley in which the five girls had hidden themselves for a final strategy meeting. Serena supposed she should be glad that her friends were so supportive of her attempt to win Darien's heart, but at that moment she couldn't help but feel that she might have been better off just picking up a couple of Cosmo magazines.

"Ok, you're totally ready," Lita informed her, giving her a thumbs up.

Mina nodded her agreement, "And you look fabulous. If his jaw doesn't drop, he must be blind!"

Serena tried to stammer objections but found herself herded towards the door, encouragement spouted at her from all sides. Turning back for one final glance, she found her friends in various victory poses, Raye dabbing at her eyes and murmuring, "Our little meatball head is all grown up."

xXx

Darien groaned and slammed his Advanced Medical Anatomy text shut. He had had enough studying for one beautiful afternoon. He knew the subject forwards and backwards anyway; lately he had just been going through the motions for lack of anything better to do. He needed to get out and feel the sun for a bit.  Deciding that, wherever he went, he needed to get out of the arcade for a while, he turned to leave.

Walking through the door was a vision- the kind that might be brought on by too much Chinese takeout before bed. A young woman tottered on Mt. Everest high heels wearing... some sort of dishrag? No, it was not big enough for a dishrag. Her hair was a mountain of blond curls, which spilled down to the backs of her knees. It looked as if it weighed sixteen pounds in hair spray alone. Her makeup, liberally applied in all areas, made her look like one of those creepy dolls that came alive at night and killed people in horror movies. After finally catching her balance, she looked up and met his eyes. "Darien!" she cried gleefully.

Mina was right about one thing, his jaw dropped. "M-meatball Head?"

Mentally, Serena ran over her lessons. Let's see... Sexy and seductive. She batted her long, false lashes and walked over to him in the sultry, swaying way that Raye had drilled into her. Unfortunately, during their practice sessions she had been wearing tennis shoes that were worlds different from the killer high heels she now wore. After less than three steps, her feet failed her and she went tumbling- directly into Darien's arms.

Ok, this could work. Serena took a deep breath as she had often seen Lita do, taking full advantage of the push-up bra Mina had forced on her. "Oh, thank you Darien," she purred, making no move to stand on her own.

Darien forcefully resisted the urge to immediately drop the girl on her face and instead set her carefully on her feet. "What the hell are you doing, Serena?"

Ooh, he said my name! That's a start. As soon as Darien released her, Serena lurched forward and grabbed his arm. She looked up at him from under her bangs and batted her eyelashes again. Pitching her voice low and soft, as Lita had instructed her, she said, "Darien, do you have any plans today?"

Darien tried to inch away from her snare but only succeeded in dragging her along with him. "Uh... No?" he replied, and immediately wished he had lied when her eyes lit up.
"Oooh good," she cooed, "In that case how about you join me for lunch? My treat."

Say 'no', Darien told himself, Think of some polite way to decline... "Uh, ok. Sounds good." Damn!

A dumbfounded Andrew watched his best friend leave with the new Serena.

xXx

Amy had advised Serena to take Darien somewhere classy but not too extravagant. That made sense to Serena so she bypassed her normal fast food shops and led Darien, well actually guided Darien while clinging to him for reasons of both seduction and balance, to the nearest Denny's. Warm tingles ran up her spine when he pulled a chair out for her, not realizing that he was mostly afraid she would break her leg if she tried to sit down by herself.

Soon the waitress came to take their orders, shooting Darien sympathetic glances. Scanning the menu quickly, Darien ordered a basket of chicken strips. Serena had considerably more difficulty ordering. Raye had counseled her to order a small salad to appear delicate and feminine, but this went against Serena's very nature. After much deliberation, she decided on a compromise. "I'll have a triple bacon cheeseburger, with extra lettuce," she ordered proudly.

After the mystified waitress left the odd couple alone, a heavy silence fell over the table. Serena puzzled a bit, coughed politely into her napkin, adjusted the top of her dress (causing the eyes of Darien and half the males in the establishment to bug slightly), tugged coyly on a curled lock of hair, and finally gave up and decided she would have to make conversation. Ok, Lita said to bring up his interests... "So, Darien," she began, floundering for a subject, "A little bird told me that you were into Roller Derby. That sounds exciting."

Darien stared at her incredulously.

"Uh... you're not?"

"No."

Serena flushed and poked her manicured and polished fingers together nervously, "Oh..." Note to self: kill that red-haired kid I found outside of Darien's apartment who claimed to have been his best friend. Ok, Serena, you can do it. What about what Amy said? Taking a deep, soothing breath, Serena tried again. "Oh, guess what! The doctors found out my cousin had a... uh... cheirogaleidae on his spleen." She bit her lip, noting the look he was giving her. "Uh... they said it was inoperable."

Darien arched a brow, "Your cousin has a dwarf lemur on his spleen? That must be painful."

Serena opened her mouth to respond but, defeated, closed it again. Thankfully, at that moment the waitress brought their meals.

xXx

"And it just went downhill from there!" Serena wailed to her horror-struck friends. "He was too nice to say anything but now he thinks I not only hate him but that I'm a complete moron!" As she spoke, her voice rose in volume and pitch until her friends were forced to throw their hands over their ears in pain.

"It's not that bad, Serena," Raye said, sympathetically patting her friends shoulder, "He thought you were a moron anyway, right?" This, of course, only set off another round of water works and earned Raye a poke in the back of the head from Mina.

"What are you going to do now, Serena?" Lita asked.

Sniffling and hiccupping, Serena studied her toes. She was a mess. Her massive amounts of mascara had run with her rivers of tears, her hairspray had lost potency halfway through lunch and she now bore a striking resemblance to Cousin It from the Addams Family, her hose had run, her nose had run, and one of her high heels was no longer high after a nasty encounter with a sewer grate. Blowing her nose noisily into her last tissue, she whimpered, "I give up. If he doesn't like me, even after I took all of your advice then I guess it's doomed. If he ever liked me to begin with, then I've ruined it and can't ever fix it."

Without another word, the miserable teen limped out of Raye's temple and headed for home- earning numerous shocked stares the entire way.

xXx

Serena stood outside her house, puzzling over how she could get inside without her parents seeing her like this. She considered climbing the tree up to her bedroom window but, staring down at her outfit, which could only loosely be termed a dress, she decided against it. As a last, desperate option she pulled out her Luna Pen and whispered, "Luna Pen, turn me into uh... me, in my school clothes."

Swirling lights and cheesy music later Serena, putting on a brave face, bounced into her house, chirped, "I'm home! I'm going to bed!" and beat a hasty retreat to her room.

She had barely thrown herself on her bed and prepared for a good sulk when a polite tap sounded on her door. "Dearest?" her mother, Eileen, called sweetly, sticking her head through the door, "Is everything ok?"

Serena bounced to her feet and smiled widely, "Yep, everything's fantastic! I'm just totally beat so I think I'm going to go to bed..." Serena trailed off hopefully but her mother did not seem to get the message and stayed where she was.

"Oh, well if you're going to bed I suppose I won't give this to you," Eileen said, pulling a brown-paper wrapped package from behind her back. She smiled slyly.

Serena's eyes widened, "When did that arrive?"

Eileen waggled the package enticingly in front of her daughter. "Just a few minutes before you did. It was delivered in person- by a boy!"

Serena gasped, "Who- wait- oh my gosh!" Suddenly she paled, "Daddy didn't...?"

Eileen chuckled, "Of course he saw it. I explained that it was the special new bras we ordered you for gym class and he didn't inquire further."

Serena could not help but laugh as she snatched the box from her mother's grip, "Thanks! You're a genius!" She hopped on the bed, hungrily staring at the package. She was about to tear into it when she noticed her mother was still watching her. After Serena tossed a pointed look at the door, her mother huffed and left.

"Fine, Dear, but you're going to tell me all about it later!" she called over her shoulder.

As the door clicked shut, Serena gave in to her impulses and attacked the paper wrapping. Within she found a clear glass rabbit figurine. It was so precious that it took her breath away. The little bunny was balanced on its hind legs, one ear up and the other bent forward. In its paws it cradled a tiny, intricately formed rose. Serena admired the little treasure for a long time before noticing that there was a note tucked in the bottom of the box. Almost afraid to hope she read, "Serena, don't ever forget who it was I fell in love with. -Your Secret Admirer."

Serena puzzled over the card for a moment before something clicked into place in her brain. "Me," she whispered to herself and then raised her voice to a gleeful giggle; "He fell in love with me! It isn't hopeless!"

xXx

Elsewhere, Darien hid under his bed and hoped he never, ever encounter Serena's evil twin again.
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