My Obsession (The Boy Next Door)
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The Boy Next Door
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Sakura Kinomoto watched the autumn leaves fall from the tree on her windowsill, trying to capture the beauty of it all on her sketchpad. It was a nice day, most definitely. The wind was just right (not too breezy, but not too chilly), and the leaves weren't raining a mountain out of no where. It was just perfect. She closed her eyes, letting her hands work the magic of her charcoal pencil on the paper. A little line here, a little line there, and it was just right. But, that wasn't right. She needed to fix a line up there and a line down here. There it was. It was perfect. It was magnificent. It was grand. It was…a picture of the boy next door?
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"Tomoyo, I'm scared." Sakura said, all while grabbing on to the arm of the dark-haired girl. Tomoyo could feel her shaking so badly. She felt sympathy for the girl.
"Sakura, I told you not to pick the PG-13 movie. They are scary for you."
Sakura rolled her eyes in frustration. "Not the movie, HIM!"
"Oh. Him. Again. Sakura, you've got to get over this. I mean Li's hot, but he's not worth going gaga over him for ten years. And if you were a normal person, you would hear how sad that sounds. Besides, how bad could it be? You've never really told me."
Sakura raised an eyebrow, then closed her eyes, then took a breath. "Yesterday, I was sketching a picture of the outside tree from my window. You know the one next to the cherry blossom one?" Tomoyo nodded. "Well, I was just drawing, and just boom, out of no where, his face shows up on my paper!"
"Wow." This wasn't good.
"And that's not it. Tomoyo, I saw his face in my cereal this morning and his body in Touya's egg and sausage stuff!" Tomoyo winced. It wasn't going to be pretty once Sakura found out that she and Syaoran had started going out yesterday afternoon.
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Sakura woke up with a start. Beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead. That movie really got to her. What kind of sick person would think of such horrific stuff? She wouldn't have watched the movie if Tomoyo hadn't went all quiet on her after she told her about the cereal-egg-sausage story. Sakura thought it was kind of amusing, but she guessed Tomoyo found it creepy or something. She saw that the clock read 5:19 am. Perfect, because this was when Li got out of bed and did his martial arts training. Without his shirt on, of course. He was delicious eye-candy. Sakura went and sat on her windowsill, and watched. She was glad to find that he was late this morning, so she could watch him strip. Ok, taking his shirt off didn't count as stripping, but it was the best Sakura had.
Wonder was going through her head after watching him for ten minutes. He was so skilled, so masterful, and so…hot. She had to preserve this moment forever. Grabbing her sketch pad and a pencil, she started drawing everything- the contour lines of his strong, bulging muscles and jaw bone, the intensity of his deep amber eyes, and the messy, sexiness of his chestnut brown hair. She was lost in her drawing of him.
"Hey, kid!" Li called from his backyard, next door.
"Hi. You are how?" Sakura smacked herself in embarrassment. How are you, not you are how. Ugh. Oh well. At least there weren't any stutters this time.
"You mean how are you, right?" Sakura blushed and nodded. He smirked. Oh God. If she were standing, she would have fainted. "Are you ready for freshman year? I promise to tell the juniors to be easy on you."
"Thanks." Goodness, she was still blushing. She decided against her better judgment, and tried to talk to him. "I'm kind of worried though."
"Why? Afraid you'll have no boyfriends?" He smirked again. Sakura just turned redder and redder. "Don't worry about it. You're a cute girl."
Sakura smiled. That didn't go too bad. But as her hated quote would say, 'If anything can go wrong, it will go wrong,' something went very wrong. She was so busy not paying attention that she leaned a little too far over her window.
And down she went. It was a very painful fall.
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"After I fell, he helped me up, and it was just so wonderful! He is so dreamy. His room's great, too. He took me in there to make sure I was okay." Tomoyo nodded, not really listening. She was having a hard time. Syaoran had been her crush forever, too; it was just, Sakura had her eye on him ever since he moved next door ten years ago, and that she didn't want to ruin it for her best friend. It was too late for that. She felt really bad. "He told me that his eye was on this freshman girl that he knows." Tomoyo blushed. "That's exactly what I did, too, when he told me that! Do you think it could be me? Oh I hope it is." Tomoyo wanted to cry. She looked so hopeful, so innocent, and so pure. All while Tomoyo looked so evil, cunning, and a crush stealer to herself.
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"Hey Tomoyo, what's wrong?" Syaoran asked worriedly. She looked at him. He was so cute. He even climbed the fence to see her. They sat on her old, childhood swing set for a while before she said anything.
"Remember how we used to push each other on these swings when you came? Sakura and I would be on the swings, while you would push us. And then, around this time, the leaves would fall, and we would jump into the piles." She smiled at the memories. The sun was setting, letting their shadows join the conversation.
"Yeah, I remember. Why?" He asked inquisitively.
"I don't know. But Sakura really liked it."
"You know what I would really like?" Tomoyo turned to face him. His eyes were serious.
"What?"
"This." He leaned in and captured her lips in a sweet kiss.
If someone had walked past them at this moment, they would have seen the couple on the swings locked together and their shadows, following their footsteps.
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Syaoran looked at the picture of his cousin that was supposed to come today. He was late. But that wasn't a surprise. He heard two girls giggling outside the window, so he turned and had a look. It was Sakura…and Tomoyo. God, she was wonderful. They waved. He waved. They smiled. He smiled. Sakura tripped. He smirked. Sakura was adorable. He left when he heard the rapping sounds from the back door.
"Eriol, you're late." Eriol smiled, used to the greeting. His navy-blue hair was blowing in the wind.
"Sorry, but I was pre-occupied." Syaoran was probably going to ask what he was doing, but decided that he probably didn't want to know.
"So how are things?"
Thinking of Tomoyo, he replied, "Great It's really great."
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Sakura concentrated on her painting. Her summer art class was the only thing that she could do that would at least take half her mind away from Syaoran. The teacher there gave a lot of one-on-one help to her because she was her favorite student, and the class apparently wasn't as popular as modern dance, only having five kids in there. There was a girl, Kari. She didn't talk much, but she was a true artist. A person could literally walk into her painted world. Sakura always had tried to make conversation with her, but she'd never answer. At first, she thought Kari didn't like her, but after some time, and mutual understanding, she realized that was the way it was to be between them. And then she found out, right after that, that Kari couldn't talk. But she didn't need too. All she had to was paint a picture, and Sakura understood.
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