Okay, after reading several fanfictions regarding Serena and Darien, I
have decided to take a shot at it. Here goes!
As of Yet Untitled
Karisma
Part One
Rated PG(this part at least)

Oh and if anyone knows how to wrap that would be greatly
appreciated for i have no clue how to do it myself. Thank you.


The summer when I was seven was actually when it really started. Was
when I had my first dose of the nightmare two brothers, who are also best
friends, can cause to a poor young girl like myself.
My parents, Alicia and Bryan Fields, were close friends with their
parents, Megan and David Sandborn. Our social circles were the same and we
attended the same country club. We even lived extremely close to them.
What’s more, all our parents loved each others children. My parents thought
the Terrible Two, what I called them, were wonderful angels, and in turn,
the Sandborns’ thought I was one. The difference, of course, was that I was
one. All right, I wasn’t. But I was closer to one then the Terrible Two
were!
I suppose all this was good for the four people who were good friends.
It wasn’t, however, good for my well being. Andrew and Darien, nine and
eleven at the time, were incredibly hazardous to my health. They lived their
lives to make mine miserable. I look back now and realize that it was
partially my fault. You see, back then I was a terribly shy, meek thing and
Andrew and Darien spied that and milked it for all it was worth. They had me
calling them ‘sir’ by the time I was six!
Anyway, that summer our parents had decided they would take a vacation
together. They thought it was a brilliant idea! I thought it to be a sure
sign my parents wanted me dead. We would go to a quaint house down in the
country. To this day, I’m not sure who owned it, my parents or the
Sandborns’.
We reached the house safe and sound, fortunately for me the ride down
there was in separate cars. Of course, as soon as we got there, the Terrible
Two started their fun.
"Hey, Serena!" Darien yelled, running out of his car and into mine.
Andrew shortly followed and I was surrounded in the backseat. I distinctly
remembered being so scared I almost peed in my pink dress. I was utterly
terrified of these two rascals who tormented me to no ends.
"W-What?" I whispered, biting my lip anxiously.
"What did the tree say to the mushroom?" Jason turned to me, all
smiles. It was a joke. A simple verbal joke, it wasn’t a prank where I would
end up covered in insects.
"What?" I allowed myself to relax and looked back and forth between
Darien and Andrew. They looked nothing alike. Darien had a head of tousled
black hair and sapphire eyes. Andrew was as blonde as me with a pair of
hazel eyes. They only thing their eyes had in common was the mischievous
twinkle every time they came near me. I was the complete opposite of them
with my white-blonde hair and aqua eyes. Eyes that were usually wide open
and filled with fear whenever I was in the presence of them. Darien once
told me how much I reminded him of his mother’s porcelain doll. I didn’t
know how to take the comment.
"You look like a fun guy! Fungi!" Andrew cracked an ear-splitting grin
at the punch line and Darien immediately started laughing. His brother soon
joined and they were cracking up in the car. I, thinking it was safe, began
to giggle with them. Stupid me. They suddenly stopped their laughter and
glared at me, their faces unreadable.
"What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me?" Darien’s brow
furrowed and my lower lip started to tremble.
"Are you laughing at me?" Andrew’s face showed a similar expression and
the water works immediately began to flow. "Say sorry," he demanded.
I then did what I suppose could be considered ‘trademark me’. I wiped
my nose with my index finger. It’s kind of a thing with me; some people tug
their ear or play with their hair when they’re nervous. I wipe my nose
whenever I’m about to cry. It’s somewhat of a reflex; I’m not actually
wiping my nose. "S-Sorry, sir." I managed to squeak out between beginning
sobs.
The Terrible Two burst out in laughter at my tears and that did it. I
climbed out, over Darien’s lap, (don’t ask) and ran out the car straight
into my mommy’s arms. I know, I know, but I was seven!
A few days later, the brothers were taking target practice with fruit
and guns. What possessed their father to give them guns, I’ll never know.
But they had them, and their only redeeming factor was that they never aimed
at birds. Always watermelons, oranges, and occasionally a bunch of grapes.
I was admiring Peace, a beautiful white horse with no imperfections on
him whatsoever. I was wistfully hoping I could learn to ride soon. My mother
told my father I was way too young and it was agreed I would take lessons
next year. But that didn’t stop Uncle Sandborn, that’s what he insisted I
called him, from placing me on Peace after I had begged. Darien and Andrew
had already learned to ride years ago, one more factor they never ceased to
throw in my face.
I was enjoying my new added height when suddenly a shot rang out and
pierced the quiet air. The supposed peaceful Peace raced out like a rocket,
leaving me bouncing up and down like a rag doll.
I screamed and shrieked like there was no tomorrow. Which, in that
current juncture, I thought there wasn’t. I didn’t hear the pounding of more
horses behind me. I was only focused on ducking my head every now and then
so as not to knock my head on the low branches of the trees that were
whizzing by in the forest Peace had run into.
I tried every thing I could. "Good boy, Peace. Good, horsy! Heel,
Peace! Stop, Peace! Open Sesame!" The last one escaped out of desperation
when a particularly low branch nearly cleared off my head.
The next thing I knew was that two horses were on either side of me and
on them were Darien and Andrew, riding easily while I was being tossed
around.
Andrew rode his horse a little further and then skidded to a halt in
front of Peace who stopped suddenly as not to run into the fellow horse. I,
however, was flung back unto Darien’s waiting horse. I hugged the first
thing that came within arms reach and I’m sorry to say that it wasn’t the
horse. No, it was Darien. I was terrified, I was crying, and I hung onto
Darien for dear life.
He took one look down at me and a strange expression took over his
face. He looked at me as if I had grown another head. He then peered over my
huddled head over to his brother. "She’s crying, bro! Why is she crying?"
I was bawling too hard to answer, not that I could have if I wanted to.
All the way back, I cried into Darien’s shoulder. After a while, he sighed
and accepted that I wasn’t budging, nor would the tears stop.
When we reached the house, both families were anxiously waiting near
the pool.
"Serena, baby!" My mother ran up in her white sundress and covered me
kisses and hugs. I could practically feel Darien and Andrew smirking behind
me.
"What was the matter with you, anyway?" Darien came up to me and
crossed his arms over his chest. "You act like you don’t know how to ride a
horse."
"I don’t know!" I wailed, wanting to pull my two pigtails, but that
was usually the Terrible Two’s jobs.
"Well then, what the heck where you doing on a horse!" He exploded,
throwing his arms up in the air.
I didn’t know at that time that it was his shot that sent Peace
racing, so I did the only thing I could. I wiped my nose, tears pricking my
eyes. "S-Sorry, sir."

And then there was the time when I was nine and once again we decided
to go to the house for vacation. Well, I suppose I shouldn’t say ‘we’, it
was all my parents’ idea. Luckily, my experiences with the Terrible Two were
dying down. Their lives were filled with homework, sports, extracurricular,
and for Andrew: girls. Summer was practically the only time I had to put up
with them. But two years still hadn’t changed me, or them, for that matter,
I was still a wide-eyed, timid thing.
"Hey, Serena!" Andrew called me over one morning. I had been in the
kitchen helping the cook carry over breakfast. As I leaned over to place a
bowl of fruit at the center of the table outside near the pool, Andrew
grabbed my wrist. "Kiss Darien, okay?"
I looked at him with fear instead of disgust. Ever since Andrew had
started to develop a taste for girls, he had expected Darien to as well. But
Darien, being two years younger, still thought of them as yucky. And I
thought of boys as yucky, as well, so it was fine with me.
Darien still hadn’t come down, and when he entered, he was bare-chested
and had two shirts draped over each of his arms. "Which one?" He held up a
black shirt and then a light blue one. I pointed to the black one and he
promptly pulled the blue over his head.
"We were just talking about Serena kissing you, Dar," Andrew teased,
taking a huge bit out of his pancake.
Darien’s nose wrinkled as he plopped down in his chair.
"My sentiments exactly," I muttered, and then scolded myself for being
so bold when the two brothers looked over at me, matching smirks on their
faces.
Darien leaned over and my eyebrows shot up to my hairline in surprise.
As he drew closer to me, I jumped up and ran from the table, he chased me in
hot pursuit all around the pool and finally up the marble patio where he
slipped and fell on his back. Andrew had ran after us to see the excitement
and promptly fell into a similar position as his brother. The two lay there
while I turned to look at them, my mouth in a small ‘o’, wondering what
their reaction would be. They began to laugh uncontrollably and they
high-fived each other.
I tentatively came over and stood in the space between their bodies. I
held out a hand to each of them. They stared at each other and then accepted
my hands. The next thing I knew, I fell unceremoniously on my bum right in
the middle of them. My shocked face sent them into another round of
hysterics and after a moment I too joined in the laughter. Another mistake.
They abruptly stopped and looked at me.
"What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me?" Darien pointed to
himself, now sitting up.
Andrew leaned back on his propped elbows. "Are you laughing at me?"
Tears began to form in my eyes. "Say sorry," he commanded.
What else could I do? "S-Sorry, sir," I whimpered and ran my finger
underneath my nose.



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