Authors Note: So this is my first story I've attempted to write in a loooooooong time. I thought I'd try something different and make it all from Sakura's point of view and have her be a tiny overdramatic to add some fun to her character. Hope you guys enjoy! Make sure to review and tell me to continue & if you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, only the story plot...even though it`s cliche ;)

Chapter 1: You Call This Good News?

A harsh wind began to blow around me, messing up my perfect hairstyle, but I had decided by this point that I didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. And as I sat there on the cold cement steps, my face stained with the tears I feared would never go away, I felt only my own stupidity. Why did I have to listen to what everyone else told me? Why couldn't I have just kept my mouth shut? Instead I had followed someone else's instinct and was now left utterly brokenhearted. I wiped the last of my fallen tears off my face and stood up. I was a strong, independent woman! I quickly bent down again to collect my banana yellow clutch that matched my dress.

Huh. I still couldn't believe that I had let Tomoyo get me all dressed up for this event. I had never really planned on staying long, especially after I confronted him…but then again. It did feel good to have him look at me with praise in his eyes, rather than just friendship. After what I told him…he'll probably never speak to me again anyway. I mean sure, my timing could have been a little bit better, but when is exactly the right time to tell your best friend who's getting married to a complete whor- I mean horse…how you feel?

Basically you could say that this whole thing wasn't my fault anyway. I mean if it wasn't for his big brown eyes that just BORE into my soul, I could have just kept my feelings to myself. But nooooooo, he just had to be all,

"You're my best friend Sakura Kinomoto and you mean the world to me so please, just look in to my deep, dark eyyyeeeeesss!" Okay…so he didn't actually say that, but that's what his eyes told me! I still remember the day that he told me about Yin…

"You're WHAT?" I screamed, half choking on my chicken. I then blushed in embarrassment and focused on swallowing my food. Poor dead chicken, I'm sure he didn't appreciate being choked on. Then again it wasn't exactly my fault.

"Kinomoto, could you please control your emotions and at least try not to choke yourself," Syaoran glared at me. Oh dear…he only uses my last name when he's reeeally mad at me. I guess I could understand his anger since I didn't exactly give him the best reaction to his so called "exciting news."

"Look Syao, I'm sorry. But I just wasn't expecting to hear news like this so soon! I mean…you just met Yin only 4 months ago." 4 very brutal months ago I might add. Yin wasn't exactly the sweetest girl I'd ever met. She clung to Syaoran like a spider monkey clings to a tree. Maybe that wasn't the best comparison. Let's just say that Yin never lets Syaoran out of her sight, especially when I'm around.

"You're just upset because she still hasn't warmed up to you yet. And that's kind of your fault Sakura…you haven't exactly been welcoming." Syaoran continued to glare at me, as if hoping that this would make me feel guilty. Please. As if I would feel guilty about hurting Yin's feelings. She once dumped her water bottle on me during one of our "gym bonding sessions" Syaoran had set up for us. She then exclaimed to Syaoran that it just 'slipped' out of her hands and that I looked awfully sweaty anyway. Uh-huh…sure there princess. Now that I think about it, I don't really care. It saved me a shower and gave me time to talk to Syaoran by myself before Yin came out from her 30-minute prep period.

"Syaoran that's not entirely fair and you know it! She's the one who won't accept me. It's like she still thinks that we're secretly in love and you'll just up and leave her for me." I laughed lightly, making sure to focus on cutting my chicken and not look up. I knew that once I met his eyes I would be bound to admit my feelings. See that's the big problem with this whole situation. I am absolutely, completely and irrevocably in love with my best friend Syaoran Li and he doesn't have a clue. I felt his body tense from across the table before he laughed softly.

"I don't know what on earth I would do without you Sakura," I looked up to see him smiling at me. Dammit! I felt my whole face turn red before I uttered a quick 'me too' and continued to focus on eating my chicken. Actually it's more like mauling my chicken. I felt my fingers begin to shake and could barely hold my knife and fork together.

"Syao did you really have to take me to an expensive restaurant like this? I'm just embarrassing you but trying to support these 10 pound things called utensils!" I looked up at him exasperated as a few chunks of chicken flew onto the crisp white tablecloth. Now he was seriously laughing. Ughh! I hated it when he laughed at me when I was trying to be serious.

"Syaoran Li I am serious!" I half yelled at him from across the mini-table. But he just continued to laugh at my uncoordinated abilities. Unfortunately for him I acted on impulse, and picked up a hunk of the dry chicken I had been trying to eat for the past half and hour, and chucked it at his manly blue dress shirt. Ha! That would get him to stop laughing. I looked at him smugly.

"Not so funny now is it?" I said crossing my arms across my chest in triumph. Take that Mr. High and mighty.

"You did not just do that," he said looking down at his shirt, and then back to my smug face, a dark look forming across his handsome face. Uh-oh. That face usually only meant one thing…a tickle fight. Okay, okay, go ahead and call us children. It's not my fault that when Syaoran gets angry he likes to tickle me. I mean the guys a little weird. What with his, model like face, tan body, deep brown eyes…how could he not be weird?

"You wouldn't dare!" I whispered. I decided to prep myself by standing up and grabbing my purse, positioning my body to run at any given moment. He then stood up slowly and carefully, placing a generous amount of money on the table to pay for our meal (which I might add could pay for a lot of other things that just food). He then looked back up to my face.

"On the count of 3. 1…2…" his face looked emotionless, but I could tell he was trying to hold back laughing. On the count of 3 I bolted towards the door, ignoring all the weird looks I got from the people around me. I had just about made it to the door when I felt to strong arms wrap around my waist and yank me back.

"Gotcha," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. I felt my whole face go red before we both burst out into laughter. He let go of my waist and instead his hand found mine. He held the door open for me as we continued to try and breathe from our heavy laughter.

"Yes Sakura Kinomoto, what on earth would I do without you?" Syaoran grinned looking down at me. I felt my heart catch within my throat. Was it possible for that to happen? Well at the moment it certainly felt like it. I looked back up at him, smiling, and was about to wrap him in one of my intense bear hugs when I heard the familiar sound of his cell phone. I knew that ringtone…that was Yin's ringtone. Suddenly I was hit with the information Syaoran had shared with me over dinner again.

"Hey! Yea, I just told her," I saw Syaoran give me an apologetic look out of the corner of his eyes as he walked a few meters away to talk in privacy. I felt all the laughter and joy Syaoran and me had just shared leave my system. What was there to be happy about now? Syaoran only wanted me as a friend.

"Hey, are you okay?" I jumped at the sound of his voice, surprised he was back from his other conversation so soon.

"Yea," I forced a smile. "Just fine Syao."

He looked somewhat awkward now. "Sooo, you're sure you're okay with Yin and I getting engaged?" My heart broke just a bit as he repeated the news.

"Of course," I looked up at him again, forcing as much sincerity in my eyes as I could. "I don't want you to die alone now do I?"

He half smiled. "I'd still have you wouldn't I?" There goes the whole 'heart in my throat thing again.'

"Of course," I managed to choke out again. Syaoran took my hand again and began to lead me to where we parked so he could drive me back to my apartment. I knew as soon as I closed the door behind me I would run to the fridge, grab some Ben & Jerry's, call Tomoyo, and then hopefully cry myself to sleep.

So this is the story of sad little Sakura Kinomoto who basically is in love with her best friend, who's soon to be getting married to a complete Barbie doll. Now a days, do you think thats considered cliché? I'm pretty sure it must be because I'm feeling pretty cliché right now...

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you liked it even though it's pretty short! I just thought I'd give you a sense of what this story would be like. Review and tell me what you think and if you like it or not! Thanks :)