Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ See Me This Once ❯ See Me This Once ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

See Me This Once

I must be so vain.

To think, to know he liked me and wanting to show off to him, teasing

him, and yet- I wouldn't tell anyone, especially not him that, I think I

like him too.

It's just, well, look at me. I'm fourteen, just a kid really, and I act

so immature, more so when my friends are around. I can't help that I love to

have fun and that usually comes from being mischievous. They set me off, like

sugar or, or caffeine! And with my 'heightened exuberance' comes clumsiness and

ditzyness. I'm really not that bad! It's just around people I get tongue-tied

and nervous. I love people and more than that I love talking to people so you

can see my problem.

He's the only one who can shut me up.

But I'm so shy! You'd never realize I suppose, just looking at me and

seeing me with my friends. I'm all bouncy and happy and yada yada but put me in

front of a bunch of people I don't know- or even one person, specifically of the

male gender- and I get all flustrated and hot and blushing and stuttery! I

can't help it! It's my worst curse! I trip and embarrass myself to no end!

But that's how this whole thing, this misunderstanding and everything

happened.

I know how everyone sees me. I know I'm clueless and a klutz, way over-

excitable. I know, I know. But when I'm alone, you don't know this- know one

does- no one except him now.

When I'm alone, I can fly . . .

Okay, not really, no wings on this girl, angel that I may be- No. But I

dance and spin and am the epitome of grace and elegance- when I'm alone. Even

Luna can throw me off though.

I'm not alone often enough anymore. With Luna as my new constant guardian

and Tuxie boy always showing up at the most awkward moments- and then him, him

and his bad- perfect . . . timing! Arghh!

Anyway, I never get time to myself anymore- I fear, everyday, I won't

have a moment to just stand still and close my eyes, face lifted to the heavens,

arms raising to touch the moon and feel that shiver of delight when my body

loses all it's heaviness and I seem to float up. And then sometimes I just put a

book on my head, like ladies do- I can balance a bag on my head just like

Cinderella and spin or hop down stairs- and don't get me started on how I set

the table and dance a perfect waltz at the same time.

So, of course, when Darien asked us to help him out at the theater

because the crew quit and his friend deserted him- I jumped at the chance-

First off because I could do something nice for the guy who never seemed to ask

for help from anyone. Maybe this time he'd see I wasn't just in the way and

annoying. I can be helpful too.

Although, my sources- hehe- told me that he kinda likes me. I think I can

see it too. Now that I'm looking, really looking at him and not what my puppy

eyes showed me. He blushes when I catch him staring at me, he does stare too!

He always, like half stands, like he wants to get up and greet me when I walk in

but then changes his mind in the middle of the thought! He so cute like that!

And, even when he teases me, it's me that really makes him laugh. I can make

him so happy, just by pretending to be angry, by 'accidentally' brushing his arm

when I run past him, when we lock eyes- I can see his are dancing- he doesn't

mean what he says, he just wants to be close to me . . .

Second, to get him to owe me- me, Meatball head, a favor- Hehehe- And

third, because I knew, in that whole huge theater building, I could find an

empty stage on which I could stand alone, in the dark, and twirl.

And so it was. The moment I got 'lost' I took off, away from Luna and

everyone else and opened every door I could find until I saw a dark, empty

theater. I flipped on the light switch by the door- the place wasn't tiny but

it wasn't the huge stage to be used for Darien's play either. But the light

switch only lit one of the side spotlights.

Now, even I know that's odd so I reached further, stepping into the

room, letting the door close behind me, and found more switches. I turned off

the one and flipped the middlest one. And the center spotlight came on.

It was so wonderful. The whole stage, uncluttered, wide and bare, so much

room to move- And one circle of light to pierce it's darkness where I suddenly

stood as if magicked there.

For a moment, I stood in the pool of warm sunbeams and just absorbed the

heat, baking away my mask of uncertainty, my nervousness melting from my body

till I stood still and untrembling, smiling towards the light. So confident- If

you'd only been there, if you could have seen me- you'd be so shocked- I know he

was.

I let my arms fall then threw myself into a fast spin, twirling,

unstoppable, on my very tippy-toes, one leg up like a ballerina and my arms

rising slowly above my head. The height of my arms determined my balance and

speed. I never stopped, my momentum- I don't know how I kept it up but I just

kept twirling and twirling- I never wanted to stop!

I really feel like I can fly like that, all sense of the world and reality

just drifts away like a bubble. And here I was in my own little cone of heaven,

separate from everything else. I was so fast, so free! Like a dance, like the

little spinning princess on my music box, round and round in her little circle

till the music stops.

My music never stopped, but it descended a great deal when I realized,

from one of the balconies, Darien was watching me.

So intently- so dazedly and enraptured, I guess. But I didn't blush, not

to him, I inhaled another sweet, dusty breath and kept spinning, never losing my

beat, never faltering in my step. I wanted to show him so bad that I was

graceful. That I could dance and I wasn't always clumsy. I had to show him how

beautiful I could be.

I kept going.

I never acknowledged his presence, though my smile should have given me

away.

It was like a dream, my dancing in the dark, the warm light like a sun

shining only for me. My watcher silent in the rafters like the Phantom for

Christine. All was so quiet- my breathing didn't even seem to exist as an

action- it was all just twirling, swirling like dandelion seed, a shiny penny

not ready to lie flat on the ground-

But I heard a noise from the direction of the door, my name being called

by my friends, a light broke the stillness of darkness as the door opened and

two of my friends barged in. I stepped on my own foot and tripped, right out of

the spotlight. I fell to the floor, frowning, pretending to be upset that I

klutzed out. I looked up and he was gone. Disappeared.

I was back to being me. Normal, klutzoid, dumb me.

But for a moment. For that short, miniscule breath in time, I was the

real me- in front of him. I didn't have to pretend when he was there, I just

let myself be and it worked!

The girls would never know. Not really anyway. For a moment, just me and

him, we were honest- at least I was. I showed him my heart, the spirit inside

me- and he didn't turn away.

One step at a time, Serina, just one little, tiny step to begin with.

I think he knows that I like him too now.