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      Author: MarshAngel - R - English - Romance - Reviews: 621. Default 
        Chapter2. part 23. part 3: The End



Author: MarshAngel
Title: Chocolate Covered Love
Rating: R-NC-17
WebPages: http://www.crosswinds.net/~marshangel/angelmoon.htm 
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Chapter 1


She hadn't wanted to come. She had whined, bitched, and complained about being 
dragged here. To make matter's worse, not more than fifteen minutes after their 
arrival Lita 
had ditched her to go make out with some guy. When she got that girl alone she'd 
give her a 
piece of her mind and a taste of her fist. 

She leaned against the edge of a wall, nonchalantly watching the party scene 
before 
her and just barely stopped herself from losing her balance and falling over 
into a beer-fed 
potted plant. After stabilizing herself and hoping no one had seen her minor 
klutz-out, she 
stared down into the pot and wondered if all those cigarette butts and crushed 
beer cans 
could possibly aid in the plant's growth.

Did beer have any fertilizing components? Could cigarette ash be used as mulch? 
If 
only she had paid attention in biology class…. or was that a chemistry issue? 
She frowned. 
Alcohol did apparently make one's brain rather fuzzy. She glanced at the glass 
of watery red 
punch in her hand that contained more vodka than punch and vowed to put it down.

"Dear god! That poor plant!" a voice exclaimed with a touch of sarcasm. She 
looked 
up and her frown deepened. "Whatever did that poor palm do to deserve that look? 
Cruelty 
to plants…that's a new one Meatball Head."

"Cheesiness knows no bounds when its comes to you, does it Darien?" 

She should have known he'd be here. If at any moment she began to feel the 
slightest 
bit miserable or depressed, which lately was more often than was healthy, he 
showed up. It 
was as though she had her own personal doom and gloom stalker. He only put in an 

appearance when he felt his extraordinary talents could be put to use making an 
already bad 
situation worse. 

"You shouldn't be here you know," he stated rather plainly. "This is a party for 

grown-ups."

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Then how is it that they let you in?"

"Touché Meatball Head. It seems your wits have improved, though not by much. If 
they had, you wouldn't be drinking that crap. You do realize there's alcohol in 
that punch 
don't you?"

Serena glared up at him beneath her long lashes. She could almost mistake his 
condescending words for true concern. She was very much used to his belittling 
speeches 
however. One day, she hoped, he was going to have to realize she wasn't a little 
girl. 

"Its alright Darien, really. I know you can't handle your liquor but I assure 
you the 
rest of us can. And while your concern warms me to the bottom of my heart," she 
continued 
in an icily sarcastic tone, "I think maybe you should redirect your 
oh-so-touching concern to 
other, far more needy persons. We adults can take care of ourselves." She downed 
the rest of 
her punch in one swallow, proving she was perfectly in control. 

'Damn!' Serena thought as she walked away from Darien. She hadn't intended to do 

that. The punch tasted like crap and she had no intention of being drunk. 
Fortunately, if she 
avoided another glass of that crap she wouldn't have to worry about anything 
beyond being 
slightly buzzed. 
She headed outside the open French doors out to the deck. If Lita hadn't been so 

desperate for company on her party-crashing-let-me-stalk-my-latest-squeeze trip, 
she 
wouldn't be stuck at this dull party where no one paid any attention to her, the 
place reeked 
of smoke and beer, a scent that would take at least two shampoos and baths to be 
rid of, and 
the music was loud and bad, a sorry combination that was very nearly deadly to 
the ear. 

She leaned out over the deck railing looking over towards the large in-ground 
swimming pool. She didn't even know whose house this was. Lita had simply 
dragged her 
along with no seeming regard to exactly where it was they were going. She had 
expected 
more people from her school to be here, which while the thought was not a 
particularly an 
appealing one, seeing people she knew and being annoyed seemed vastly better 
than being 
surrounded by people she didn't and being even more annoyed. It wasn't logical 
but it made 
sense to her.

Most of the people here were in college or from different schools she guessed 
with 
the occasional obnoxious jerk from her own school tossed in for variety. Lita's 
guy was a 
freshman at some university around somewhere. She stared blankly out at the 
scenery. There 
were at least three couples seriously making out around the pool. It was quite 
nauseating. She 
might just renege on that promise she made herself and drink more, just out of 
pure 
boredom.

"Not having a good time?" a strange voice questioned over her shoulder.

"You aren't the host are you?" she asked. She was pleased with herself for 
having the 
good sense to ask before she blurted out her insulting opinion.

"No. Why?" the guy, who turned out to be rather tall and gangly and only vaguely 

cute asked.

"That's good then," she replied, "because this sucks." 

He seemed amused by her candor and chuckled lightly. "I'm one of his best 
friends. I 
organized this little shindig for him."

"Oh." 

It never failed. She would naturally say something asinine no matter how hard 
she 
tried.

"Its alright. I admit it is kind of dull. The music really sucks. You can bet 
this is the 
last time I let Jeff choose the music."

Serena nodded; relieved she hadn't completely offended him. He at least agreed 
with 
her.

"Would you like a brownie?" he asked suddenly

"What?" where had that come from, she wondered. It was so completely random. 
Wasn't there a rule somewhere that said one should at least offer a girl to 
dance before you 
started pandering dessert? 

"Would you like a brownie?" he repeated slowly as though he thought she were 
some 
kind of deaf, mentally deficient bimbo. She stared at him blankly. He seemed 
sane, she 
thought, as she looked him over carefully. She had been known to be wrong 
however. She 
was hardly the one to be a judge of sanity.

His hair was a bit long, brown, and stringy. He was tall, thin, and almost cute, 
but 
not quite there. He seemed like a decent human being, even if his pale green 
eyes were a bit 
vacant. He was being nice enough to offer her dessert, which was by far the most 
interesting 
thing to happen all night.

"Ok. I guess so. Chocolate right?"

"Aren't all brownies chocolate?" he asked, giving her that look again. It was 
that same 
look Darien gave her, every time she opened her mouth and something else, 
besides what she 
intended, came out. It was the look that questioned her mental capabilities.

"Actually they aren't!" she all but snapped. "Some are actually vanilla fudge." 
I 
should know, she thought to herself. No one should question her superior 
knowledge of all 
things edible.

"Calm down," he said as though she'd overreacted to his insulting tone. "It was 
just a 
rhetorical question." She frowned when she recognized that other look he was 
giving her. 
This was the one all women recognized. It was the "she must be PMSing look," the 
most 
annoying one of all. She forced herself to think pretty thoughts, non-violent 
thoughts.

He pulled a zip-loc bag seemingly from nowhere and offered her a brownie.

"You just walk around with brownies all the time?" she questioned wondering if 
she 
shouldn't be the slightest bit suspicious. One of these days…. She swore to 
herself. She was 
going to meet a normal person. For now, that would have to wait. Brownie-boy was 
waiting.

"Yeah…. I like chocolate." 

He sounded so air headed and dumb just then that she wondered how he could 
possibly have thought she was nutty. She shrugged it off and took the proffered 
brownie from 
the bag. 

The brownie was good and she didn't hesitate to say so. While human beings 
rarely 
fell into the range she considered worthy of verbal acknowledgement or 
compliment, food 
very often did. 

"This is really, really, good," she mumbled around a mouthful of soft, moist, 
chocolate and nuts. 

He grinned then.

"Did you make them yourself?" she asked

"Ugh…yeah," he replied unconvincingly. 

It didn't matter she thought, if he wanted to take credit that was fine. She 
continued 
chewing and moaning as if in ecstasy and in truth she was very nearly there.

It seemed almost cruel that the brownie should be finished. She'd even eaten the 

small bits of crumbs. She sighed ad she savored the last remnants of flavor in 
her mouth. She 
might have asked for the recipe but she knew well enough that her mother had 
feared for 
home, hearth, and dear life and thus had never let her into the kitchen after 
the flaming 
garbage can incident. 

"Would you like to dance?" the guy asked. For a good moment she'd forgotten he 
was there. She turned a rather lovely shade of pink as she realized she'd quite 
probably made 
a complete ass of herself eating that brownie with such gusto. For a moment she 
considered 
saying no but realized it was the least she could do. He did give her dessert 
after all. She just 
hoped he wouldn't require further payment. 

They headed back into the room. The combination of humid air, lots of human 
bodies, and smoke made the room a little bit warmer than was comfortable. The 
heat and 
sweetness in her mouth made her incredibly thirsty. 

"Can I just get something to drink first…?" she questioned. She had meant to add 

his name but she suddenly realized she didn't know it.

"Paul," he filled in for her, grinning. She turned around and headed for the 
refreshment table and wondered just what the hell he found so amusing. She 
walked over to 
the table and looked around for some water. There was nothing besides a few 
empty bottles. 
She had a choice between the beer cans in the icebox or the room temperature 
vodka-filled 
punch. Neither choice seemed particularly appealing but her mouth was too dry. 
Suddenly 
she truly understood the appeal and logic behind the "Got Milk?" ads. 

She popped a can of beer and took a sip. It tasted like chilled piss. Still, it 
was liquid. 
It did the job, albeit not nearly as well as she wished. She looked over to 
where Paul waited 
on her. He was smiling like a pleased puss. Just what the hell was so damn 
amusing?

She put down the nearly empty can and muttered a bit to herself as she walked 
over 
to him. She hadn't wanted to drink more tonight and already she was feeling a 
bit tipsy, a 
little giddy actually. Paul's smile actually seemed quite welcoming. 

She actually giggled when she tripped over the end of a bit of carpet and almost 
fell 
flat on her face. Paul seemed equally amused. This party might not be so bad 
after all she 
thought. Apparently all one needed was a little bit of alcohol and chocolate to 
have a good 
time at one of these things.

A few minutes later she could hardly believe she was having a good time with 
Paul. 
Everything he did was just so funny. She was embarrassed to find that all her 
giggling had 
actually caused her to snort like a little pig at times. Somehow though, her 
dorky inclinations 
didn't seem to matter too much, not to her nor to anyone else. Was it her 
imagination or 
were there a lot more people dancing now that she had joined the party. The 
music seemed 
to have improved, that could certainly explain it. 

Her dancing and the large group of people in the room were making her hot and 
sweaty. She wished she hadn't worn this shirt. She needed another drink.






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