Chocolate Ice Cream and Aliens
By zEniTh oF eLitE
I don't really know how to do this but these people are not my own. Their looks are not my own either. They are in actuality Clamp's. It's just the idea of the story that belongs to me. Oh yea, the double-fudge chocolate drizzled ice cream is mine. Yummy.
"I need chocolate ice cream. I need a quart of chocolate ice cream and some fresh air," Tomoyo said to herself. She pushed back her teal chair and stood up in the middle of her giant room.
Her dark violet curls were a mess on her shoulders. Her big amethyst eyes were red and had dark bags under them. She had been crying. Crying over her breakup with her ex-boyfriend. A broken image of him and her was lying in the trashcan next to her computer.
She was thinking, thinking about running away to start a new life. Or perhaps death. Her best friend, Sakura was in Hong Kong, visiting her boyfriend, Syaoran. They communicated by e-mails of course, but she couldn't bear to tell Sakura. She had no one.
Tomoyo grabbed her pink jacket and wore it over her crumpled school uniform. She walked outside, to a bright, sunny day. It was pure torture as the sun shined on her back, reminding her of the happy days she had with ex-boyfriend. She ran into a 7-Eleven, to the freezers, and pulled out a quart of double-fudge chocolate drizzled ice cream. Equipped with a few spoons, she was determined to eat her troubles away.
She walked into Reedington Park, sat on a bench under a remote maple tree, and opened up the carton of ice cream. Everything reminded her of him. Everything except chocolate ice cream, he was allergic to that. She slowly dug into the carton and determinedly gulp the spoonful down.
"What are you eating?" A strange blue-hair boy was smiling at her, "Oh! I'm sorry. I am Hiragizawa Eriol."
"Hi. I'm Daidaeji Tomoyo," she said. He reminded her of a cat, most particularly a Cheshire Cat. He had dark azure hair and a pair of giant glasses that framed his chubby, round face.
"You have a very pretty name." Eriol studied the girl closely. She was so beautiful yet her eyes were red. She was crying. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Yes. I am. Perfectly fine. Excellent. Couldn't be better," Tomoyo said, trying to convince herself as well as Eriol.
"No, really, I mean it. You can tell me. I am a perfect stranger. I can't tell any of your friends. Trust me," Eriol pleaded earnestly. He clasped her tiny and delicate hands. Tomoyo looked into his deep blue eyes and decided to trust him.
"Do you want some of my ice cream?" she asked. He dug into his bookbag that was next to him and grabbed a spoon. He scooped a large portion and ate it in one gulp.
Eriol's eyes lit up, "Delish! What is this again?"
Tomoyo giggled, "It's ice cream! You acted as if you haven't ever had it before!"
The boy chuckled and seemed to be trying very hard to change the subject. He touched her nose very gently and sighed, "Your boyfriend broke up with you didn't he?"
By zEniTh oF eLitE
I don't really know how to do this but these people are not my own. Their looks are not my own either. They are in actuality Clamp's. It's just the idea of the story that belongs to me. Oh yea, the double-fudge chocolate drizzled ice cream is mine. Yummy.
"I need chocolate ice cream. I need a quart of chocolate ice cream and some fresh air," Tomoyo said to herself. She pushed back her teal chair and stood up in the middle of her giant room.
Her dark violet curls were a mess on her shoulders. Her big amethyst eyes were red and had dark bags under them. She had been crying. Crying over her breakup with her ex-boyfriend. A broken image of him and her was lying in the trashcan next to her computer.
She was thinking, thinking about running away to start a new life. Or perhaps death. Her best friend, Sakura was in Hong Kong, visiting her boyfriend, Syaoran. They communicated by e-mails of course, but she couldn't bear to tell Sakura. She had no one.
Tomoyo grabbed her pink jacket and wore it over her crumpled school uniform. She walked outside, to a bright, sunny day. It was pure torture as the sun shined on her back, reminding her of the happy days she had with ex-boyfriend. She ran into a 7-Eleven, to the freezers, and pulled out a quart of double-fudge chocolate drizzled ice cream. Equipped with a few spoons, she was determined to eat her troubles away.
She walked into Reedington Park, sat on a bench under a remote maple tree, and opened up the carton of ice cream. Everything reminded her of him. Everything except chocolate ice cream, he was allergic to that. She slowly dug into the carton and determinedly gulp the spoonful down.
"What are you eating?" A strange blue-hair boy was smiling at her, "Oh! I'm sorry. I am Hiragizawa Eriol."
"Hi. I'm Daidaeji Tomoyo," she said. He reminded her of a cat, most particularly a Cheshire Cat. He had dark azure hair and a pair of giant glasses that framed his chubby, round face.
"You have a very pretty name." Eriol studied the girl closely. She was so beautiful yet her eyes were red. She was crying. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Yes. I am. Perfectly fine. Excellent. Couldn't be better," Tomoyo said, trying to convince herself as well as Eriol.
"No, really, I mean it. You can tell me. I am a perfect stranger. I can't tell any of your friends. Trust me," Eriol pleaded earnestly. He clasped her tiny and delicate hands. Tomoyo looked into his deep blue eyes and decided to trust him.
"Do you want some of my ice cream?" she asked. He dug into his bookbag that was next to him and grabbed a spoon. He scooped a large portion and ate it in one gulp.
Eriol's eyes lit up, "Delish! What is this again?"
Tomoyo giggled, "It's ice cream! You acted as if you haven't ever had it before!"
The boy chuckled and seemed to be trying very hard to change the subject. He touched her nose very gently and sighed, "Your boyfriend broke up with you didn't he?"