CHOCOLATE MILK

Summary: It all started because of a carton of chocolate milk. ONE SHOT.

Genre: Romance/Humor

Disclaimer: YES I OWN CCS ROFLMFAOKTHXBYE. Yeah. I wish. I do NOT own it, even though I wish I did, but I do own this story!

This was so not happening.

Syaoran stared in disbelief into his refrigerator. He checked not once, not twice, not three times, but four times. But, there was no chocolate milk.

"There has to be! I just bought five cartons yesterday! Where the hell did they go?" he muttered angrily to himself, moving a box of cupcakes, a carton of left over fried chicken from KFC, a bottle of normal milk, and some donuts.

It's a wonder Syaoran stays fit.

"WHERE IS MY CHOCOLATE MILK?"

He thought. He pondered. He punched the freezer. Where did it go? Had he drank five cartons all in one day?

Impossible. Even that was ridiculous for the Syaoran Li!

"Argh," he swore under his breath and rested his head against the closed door of the refrigerator. "Yesterday. Let's see. I woke up at five. Worked out. Watched TV. Drank half of the first carton. Eriol visits. We pig out on KFC and soda. Drank the other half. Eriol left – Eriol left! He left with two cartons of chocolate milk! Crap, I gave it to him just to make him shut up about his girlfriend Tomoyo, didn't I? I WASTED TWO CARTONS OF CHOCOLATE MILK OVER MY COUSIN!"

Syaoran frowned, now pacing back and forth. "But that makes two left over. I know I drank one carton for the rest of the afternoon. Went to buy some CDs. Tired, and – oh. Right. I drank the last."

Sighing, Syaoran glanced at a nearby clock. "Seven in the morning, the store should be open now." Grumbling about giving Eriol two cartons of chocolate milk, he put on his coat and walked outside. It was winter in Tomoeda, and it was completely white out there – but nothing could stop Syaoran. Nope.

You'd do anything for something you love.

"Morning, Touya."

"Mor – Sakura?"

"Who, me? Sakura? I think you got the wrong person, I'm actually Winston Churchill."

Touya stood over the stove, frying some eggs. His mouth dropped open at the sight of Sakura, bright and cheerful on a December morning. Nearly seven in the morning. Did she have a fever? There has to be something wrong with his sister. Maybe she fell? Maybe she got bit by a bug? Maybe she –

"I realized yesterday we ran out of chocolate milk, so I set the alarm clock!"

Touya could only still gape at her. Sakura sat herself down on the dining table, and wrinkled her nose. "Ew, Touya. You're drooling. I know you're hungry – like usual – but could you please do it somewhere else, preferably not over the eggs? Which are – by the way – burning."

"I – argh!"

"That's disgusting, Touya. If we eat that, I bet we can taste your drool more than the eggs."

Grumbling, Touya threw away the eggs and took out some more from the refrigerator. "Where are you going?" he called after Sakura as she put her coat on, as well as some gloves, a scarf and a hat.

"Buying chocolate milk. I told you that already!" Sakura huffed, shoving her hat on. "But noooo, you were too busy seasoning the eggs with your spit to notice. Right. Well. I'm off. Bye bye!"

"Don't talk to strange guys! AND I SEASON EGGS WITH SALT AND PEPPER, NOT SPIT!"

But of course, Sakura couldn't hear him. She was probably too busy thinking about her beloved chocolate milk.

After parking his car, Syaoran rushed inside to the supermarket, grateful that they had enough money for heaters.

Which is pretty stupid. I mean, which big supermarket doesn't have heaters?

"Stupid store… why is it so big?"

Yep, Syaoran's in a bad mood. He tends to be a little grouchy when he doesn't have his chocolate milk in the morning.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, BRAT!"

The little girl, who couldn't be older than four, stared up at Syaoran with huge watery eyes before running off, bawling.

Wow, he sounded so much like Touya, didn't he?

"Nice, Syaoran. Scare off little kids, why don'tcha?"

Syaoran turned to see Sakura glaring at him, taking her scarf off. "Oh crap, what are you doing here?"

"I," Sakura walked past him, "am going to buy something. Now piss off."

"Ouch, you hurt my feelings. In the morning. Hey, what are you doing in a supermarket at seven in the morning –"

"I'm going to buy something! Stop bothering me."

Syaoran rolled his eyes, walking next to her and continued to annoy her. In fact, you could call it a sort of 'hobby'. They see each other, Syaoran pisses her off, and Sakura turns all red like a tomato... just without those green leaves."At seven in the morning? Wow, this thing you need to buy must be pretty special to you. I gotta see what it is."

"Oh yeah, you really do."

"Can I take a guess?"

Sakura glared at him again. "Even if I said no, you'd guess away. But then again, no."

"Donuts?"

"No."

"Tissue?"

"No."

"Baby oil?"

"No."

"Carrots?"

"No."

"Diapers?"

"Why the hell would I need diapers?"

Syaoran grinned at her. "What, you mean you don't need them?"

Angry, Sakura turned ninety degrees and kicked him in the shins. Howling with pain, Syaoran swore loudly, scaring a group of little kids away.

"Your mouth is disgusting, look what you did!"

"I didn't do anything!"

Sakura folded her arms, glaring at him. "Yes you did! Your mouth has always been filthy, will you ever change?"

"Will YOU ever change?"

"I don't need to change anything!"

Grunting, Syaoran leaned against the shelves, rubbing his leg. "You're supposed to be a girl. Act like one."

"Oh, you mean the ones that act around you?" Sakura placed one hand on her crooked hip, and stared at her fingernails. "Oh my gosh, I got this totally cute skirt the other day, it was pink and white, and I got it for fifty percent off! It was like, totally the best purchase I've ever made! Do you think Tai will like it? Do I look good in it? Oh wow, I totally need to get a new nail polish to go with it! And did you hear? Lin broke up with her boyfriend! Can you believe it? This is like, the BIGGEST news ever!"

Syaoran could only stare at her, his shin forgotten. "That," he commented, "was really stupid."

"But true," Sakura snarled. "Haven't you noticed, oh-mighty-one?"

"They do NOT act –"

"Yes they do, you just never notice because you're always eating chocolate, drinking chocolate milk or don't want to."

As she started to walk away, Sakura frowned and turned around. "But who cares, right? Hanging around with cheerleaders just make you look more popular!"

Syaoran glared after her. "You're a cheerleader yourself! If I wanted to 'look more popular,' then I'd be hanging around with you!"

"But you don't," Sakura said as he caught up with her. "You don't because I spilled your chocolate milk all over you in sixth grade!"

Yeah, they don't talk because of Syaoran's chocolate milk. It just shows how much he loves that stuff, eh?

"Whatever," Sakura huffed, and walked faster past the cookies. "I'm off. Bye, Syaoran. It was soooo nice meeting you here."

Syaoran was curious enough to ask,"Why do you hate me?"

"Excuse me?"

"Hate me. I've never done anything to you."

"I really don't feel like taking a walk down the memory lane."

Syaoran frowned. "I don't either, I'm just curious."

Sakura suddenly came to a halt and sighed heavily, turning towards him. "For your information, I hate you because you're cocky, conceited, too sure of himself, vain, arrogant, cold, annoying, egotistical, overconfident, self-centered, proud – where are you going? Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Annoyed, Sakura walked over to Syaoran, where he was standing over a booth that was handing out free samples of chocolate.

No, not chocolate milk.

"Here," Syaoran handed Sakura one, and took one for himself.

She merely frowned at it. "Did it drop on the floor?"

"No. Eat it. It's not bad." He took another.

Sakura, as if expecting it to explode, licked it. Hmm, doesn't taste so bad. I don't see anything… weird on it. Before she knew it, they were pigging out at the booth, much to the storekeeper's dismay. Some people get drunk over beer or wine, but as for Sakura and Syaoran...

"So anyway," Syaoran managed to say through mouthfuls of chocolate, "you know that box of cookies a 'secret admirer' left in your locker on Valentines Day two years ago?"

"Mmhmm."

"Well," gobble, gobble, "that was me."

Sakura nearly chocked on her chocolate, then laughed.

Loudly.

"You? Those cookies were homemade!"

"They were good though, weren't they?"

Watching Syaoran take another piece of chocolate, Sakura rolled her eyes. "As if. You can't cook!"

"You don't know me all to well then, do you?"

"You hate me. Why would you give me gifts on Valentine's?"

Sakura's pretty dense, isn't she? Why else?

Syaoran was apparently thinking along the same lines. But he ignored her question and went on saying, "And that teddy bear you named Kero last year? Same day?"

"No way."

"Yep, that was me."

"Look here," the storekeeper interrupted, irritated, "this is all very fascinating, but could you move away to maybe the dairy products and LEAVE MY CHOCOLATES ALONE? I was planning to eat them for myself!"

Grumbling, they obeyed. "So, you were saying?" Sakura asked like they hadn't been interrupted. "You? Gave me a teddy bear?"

Grinning lazily at her, Syaoran shrugged. "I like you."

Which he probably regretted saying, because the next thing he knew, Sakura was shrieking with laughter and rolling all over the floor, spilling cans and bottles and toppling over shelves.

Not really.

But yes, she was laughing pretty hard.

"You – like – me? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Yeah. You're pretty –"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"– you're smart –"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"– you're adorable when you're mad –"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"– you're a cutie–"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"– you like chocolate milk, like me –"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"– you're annoying –"

"HAHAHA –WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

Chocolate. It does things to you.

Sakura's eyebrows immediately narrowed; she crossed her arms, stood on her tiptoes and glared up at the ever-so-tall Syaoran. "DID YOU JUST CALL ME ANNOYING?"

"Annoying? Noooo. You must've heard wrong."

"SYAORAN LI, IF YOU –"

"You look like a pissed off pixie, you know? POP."

This just made Sakura flare up more and stomp on his foot. "SHUT UP, SYAORAN! LEAVE ME ALONE"

He grinned at her, ignoring the stabs of pain in his foot. "You're so fun to tease. So, where're you off to? I'll escort you!"

Sakura growled and started for the dairy products area. "No thank you. Argh, I hope this chocolate thing wears off soon."

"Milk? Hmm. I need to get my chocolate milk, so okay."

"Uh oh."

"What? Did you break a nail? Did you forget to brush your teeth? Cause your breath smells sort of –"

"There's only –"

Syaoran looked at where she was staring. Then, he panicked. "– ONE carton of chocolate milk left?"

They looked at each other for a moment before sprinting forward, determined to get it first.

Jeez, these guys are crazy.

"GOT IT! GOT IT! GOT – OW!"

Sakura gave a little scream of fury before standing on Syaoran's toes and reaching for the carton, which he held HIIIIIIIGH above his head.

"THAT'S MINE! GIMME THAT!"

"SAKURA, LET – GO!"

"IF YOU LOVED ME LIKE YOU SAID YOU DID, YOU'D GIVE ME THAT CHOCOLATE MILK RIGHT NOW!"

"I never said I loved you, I said I liked you –"

"You gave me stuff during Valentine's!"

"Yes, but –"

"Syaoran?"

"W – what?" Syaoran cautiously asked, glancing at her facial expression, which looked – LOOKED – thoughtful.

"Let's just share it."

"SHARE IT? NOOO! I DRINK ONE CARTON EVERY MORNING, NO WAY AM I GONNA –"

"Pleeeeeeeeeease?"

Syaoran groaned in defeat after looking at Sakura's puppy eyes. Must – not – give – in!

"Okay."

"So anyway, I gave him a pineapple after the show!"

Sakura shrieked with laughter along with Syaoran, both of who had tears in their eyes from laughing so much.

What's so funny about a pineapple, I don't know, and nor will you, because I skipped the story.

"So, POP, more chocolate milk?"

"Yes please."

"Here – hey is that your baby picture over there?"

"Wha? NO IT ISN'T!"

Syaoran grinned drunkenly as he staggered over to the fireplace, and picked up the frame. "Aww, little Sakura in diapers! Your butt looks so big."

"THAT'S NOT MY BUTT, THAT'S MY DIAPER!"

"You're so chubby, too. Wow. Lay off the milk, why don't you?"

"Syaoran!"

"You look like Bugs Bunny with your two front teeth – only cuter."

"I AM NOT A BUNNY!"

"Hop, hop, hop…"

Sakura flushed in embarrassment and anger as she glared at Syaoran's back, and tackled him onto the sofa.

"I AM NOT A FAT BABY!"

"Hn. Sakura?"

"What?" Sakura stared at his face, lying on top of him on the couch.

"You've got beautiful eyes." He gazed into them, clearly entranced – as always, even without the chocolate.

"Um. What?"

"They're green."

"Yeah, I kinda realized that myself."

"My favorite color."

"Hn." Despite his rather random comment, Sakura smiled and gave him a peck on the nose.

"If you weren't so arrogant, I'd say the same about you too."

Syaoran had to grin widely. Very widely. "So you think I have beautiful green eyes, too?"

"Yep."

"…"

"… Hic."

"They're not green."

"Hic. They're still beau – hic – tiful."

Syaoran cocked his head to the side, his eyebrow raised. "Someone's drunk on chocolate milk."

"Don't be silly. Hic. I've only had a little."

"You call three mugs little?"

"Syaoran."

"Hmm?"

"I've always – hic – loved you." Smiling childishly, Sakura rested her chin on his chest. "Hmm. Just thought – hic –you should know that."

Wow, that was pretty quick.

"Hah."

"Hic. Yeah. Now bring me more chocolate milk."

Syaoran frowned at her. "What am I now, your maid?"

"The milk, Syao dear. Hic."

"I –"

"GIVE ME THAT CHOCOLATE MILK OR I WON'T LOVE YOU ANY MORE!"

And with that, she kicked him off the sofa, snuggling into the pillows herself.

"Love me, my ass…"

Syaoran grumbled as he poured half a cup for his little lady. No more chocolate, that's for sure…

"You know, Syao – hic – ran," Sakura smiled sleepily as she accepted the cup without a 'thank you', "your hair looks like chocolate. Hic. Yum."

"Um. Thanks?"

"That's one of the things I liked most about – hic –you. Yanno? I was just embarrassed to show I liked you."

"… Sakura, are you drunk?"

"Do you – hic – love me, Xiao Lang?"

He had to smile at her curious look. She might be drunk on chocolate milk, but he'd recognize that serious expression anywhere.

"Yeah. I love you Sakura, you crazy POP."

"Good." She licked her lips and grinned at him. Then frowned. "Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've always hated me."

Syaoran smirked. "That's what you think."

"This is crazy."

"Yep. Like you. I'm crazy about you."

"And chocolate milk," Sakura rolled off the couch. "Wow, I never thought I'd meet someone who's more crazy about it than me." Taking his hand, she led him to the hallway. "Let's go get some more."

"Yaaaay."

"Shut up with the sarcasm."

"No seriously, I'm really excited."

Sakura shoved his hat on, purposely shielding his eyes with it. "Yeah. Whatever."

"At least the company I get to keep is far better than last time," Syaoran grinned cockily, putting an arm around her shoulders. "So, what're you doing tomorrow?"

This is the end of an insane story. It's random, it's absurd, it's silly, it's sappy.

And it's all Sakura and Syaoran's fault for this ridiculous love story. If they hadn't both woken up near seven o'clock, maybe this wouldn't have happened. But now that I think of it, it's the chocolate milk's fault.

Yeah.

None of this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for chocolate milk.

A/N: It turned out crappier than I thought.. it wasn't planned very well, it went too fast.Oh well, I was bored. I'm sorry? XD

Reviews would be nice. I totally understand if you're thinking 'WTF IS THIS?' Cause that's how I felt after reading it, hehe.

I'm about halfway done with the last chapter of CMB, started on Misunderstood's third, then got a block. Heh. Um. Yeah. Hopefully it'll be up in a week or two.

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