And Love Goes On
Author's Notes: Yup, it's me again! For all those who've read my other story, THE PRIZED JEWEL, don't worry. I'm still continuing with it! But like I said in its first chapter, I'm always having new ideas for new stories! So review and tell me what you think! It's my first time writing a humorous story, which is strange. Only strange because I'm constantly laughing in real life but somehow can't seem to make a story funny. By the way! This is NOT the permanent title of this story. I'm not sure what to call this story yet, so any suggestions are welcomed!
Summary: In high school, he was at the bottom and she was at the top. But she never looked down upon anyone and treated them as equals. He had a secret to hide and no matter how much he hid behind the dorky glasses and the baggy clothes, he was the only one she chose to be her love. And he broke her heart but she's never willing to let him go without a fight.
(AN: it sounds more dramatic than it is funny, but…you'll have to bear with me.)
Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't sue me, but this story is entirely mine.
.:Beginning:.
He watched her as she smiled and laughed with her friends. In the corner of his eye he saw a boy, who was rather short, with thick glasses and a bag full of books wave at her. He saw her smile at him and wave, even said hi with his name attached to it.
He turned back as she approached him and pulled out his chemistry binder. After securing all his belongings into his bag, he went into his next class. He sat next to her and every day, as he sat down, she would smile and greet him. He would say nothing and simply nod. He always knew that it confused her, his coldness, but she smiled anyways.
They were lab partners and surprisingly, she was rather smart. Today there was a lab to dissect frogs (AN: I've always wanted to do that, believe it or not.) and he wondered if she would scream when he would cut open the frog.
"Syaoran would you like to get the knives, or would you like me to?" She asked him after she had handed him his lab coat and goggles. He simply nodded and in the corner of his eye, he saw her smile at him and begin to put on her own lab coat.
He went to the front desk and picked up a small tray full of knives and returned back to her. At one of the glass cabinets, he caught a reflection of him and scowled.
Syaoran Li, six feet tall, spiky and messy hair with amber eyes hidden behind thick black framed glasses. Six feet tall body covered in baggy clothes and a demeanor cold enough that even Sakura Kinomoto had trouble melting.
Sakura Kinomoto, his lab partner, had auburn hair and bright glittering emerald eyes, even on a dark gray day. She was petite and was involved in probably everything about school. She was at the top of the pyramid and he was at the bottom.
Not to say that her friends weren't nice, he wouldn't know. He never met them or talked to them. But Sakura was different, everyone knew that. She treated everyone well, from top to bottom. She greeted everyone with their proper name and never talked about anyone behind their back. She always smiled and made people smile with her. She treated everyone equally and seemed to have a large range of interest as she talked to nerds and geeks with a real genuine interest.
When they had first worked together, he had thought she would simply ask him for answers. He quickly learned a little more about her because after that, they became partners for all the labs. She was pretty smart and did most of her work on her own and if she needed him, simply asked him. He could tell she wanted a friendship with him, but he would never meet her there.
He wondered if it saddened her.
Sakura was next to him, her side pressed against his arm as he slowly made the cut down the middle of the frog. Syaoran heard a scream and looked at Sakura. She looked at him back and looked at him questioningly. Syaoran looked at the girl behind her and realized it hadn't been Sakura.
That hadn't been the first time that she proved him wrong.
Sakura started to take notes about the frog's body and all the organs she could make out.
"Here." Sakura said and suddenly her gloved hand was over his and directing him where to make the cuts. Her hand was small, really small, compared to his but very warm.
Just as quickly as it had happened, it had ended. Sakura went back to writing her notes and before he knew it, it was time to clean up. Sakura stood in front of him and smiled, holding out her pink notebook. "I took down all the notes and since you didn't have time to write them down yourself, you can copy mines.
"Thanks." He said and gave her a small smile. He noticed that her smile widened and her eyes sparkled a little more.
"That's the first time you smiled at me!" Sakura exclaimed. She pumped her fist in the air and jumped up. "I've accomplished one of my goals!"
Syaoran suddenly frowned.
"I always make these little goals and becoming your friend has always been one of them. Oh and making you smile and laugh! I guess a smile can finish that off!" She explained when he gave her a questioning look.
The bell rang and she gave him one last smile and started to walk off. Syaoran had a study next and so proceeded to copy down Sakura's notes. She had nice print handwriting, none of that girly bubbly hand writing. The only horrible thing about her handwriting was that it was ridiculously small (AN: that's how my handwriting is like).
After Syaoran finished, he leaned back into his chair and looked up at the white ceiling. Sakura's smiling face popped up in his head. Syaoran sighed, after high school, he'd never see her again. They were after all, seniors.
Suddenly a blue haired boy sat next to him. "Hey!"
He was a genius and had blue framed glasses, but unlike Syaoran, he wasn't considered some outcast. Instead he was at the top of the pyramid. "So the winter ball is two months away, you have any guts to ask her?"
"She's popular, she probably got a date." He replied, opening a book and pretending to read.
"Actually she doesn't." Eriol replied.
"Why? I'm sure plenty of guys asked her."
"She said something about wanting to go with a guy who she'd have fun with instead of trying to undress her."
The biggest secret Syaoran had was that he had a crush on Sakura. But he knew it would never work out if he was ever given the chance. Sakura was different from all the other girls he met…and her. There was something more to her than meets the eye.
"I think you should ask her, it's our senior year. You know, it's like one of the last things we do in high school." Eriol told him. He put a hand on Syaoran's shoulder, "Just…get to know her at least before schools out, okay?"
And with that Eriol left.
.:With Sakura and Tomoyo:.
"Oh come on, Sakura! You HAVE to go!" Tomoyo whined as she pleaded with her best friend.
"No! I mean all the guys who've asked me I know will get a hotel room after I say yes and take me there right after!" Sakura huffed, throwing her hands up in frustration. They've been arguing about this for two hours now.
"But you've never gone to any of the winter balls!" Tomoyo exclaimed. It was true, Sakura rejected all offers to go to the winter ball and the proms, and she hadn't planned on going to her senior winter ball either. "At least try on the dress, I made for you!"
Sakura sighed and looked at her best friend, Tomoyo. Tomoyo gave her a pout and Sakura sighed, nodding in defeat.
The dress was beautiful. A pale pastel blue strapless dress, at the top was embodied silver flowers and it puffed out a little. She looked like a Cinderella. "I love it!" Sakura shouted as she turned around in the mirror to look. It was a gorgeous dress. 'Too bad I won't be wearing it.'
"Oh no! You're going Sakura!" Tomoyo said, as if reading her mind. Sakura slipped out of her one inch silver heels and walked down the podium.
"But I don't have a date!" Sakura said and then thinking quickly, she added, "And I don't think I want one unless it's a genuinely good guy."
Tomoyo sighed and muttered something that Sakura couldn't make out. Suddenly Eriol came in. He gave Sakura a brief greeting before hugging his girlfriend, Tomoyo.
"So you convince her to go, yet?"
"No! She's just as stubborn!" Tomoyo huffed, glaring at her best friend. Suddenly her eyes lit up, "Oh I know! Why don't you find her a date, Eriol?!"
Eriol looked at his girlfriend and with the glare she sent him, he knew he wouldn't have a choice in the matter. Besides…he had someone in mind. He shrugged and agreed. "You'll thank me for this, Sakura!" He told a worried Sakura who was still thinking of ways to get out of this.
"Fine…." Sakura reluctantly agreed.
"I can't wait!!! I heard it's gonna be a masquerade! I've never been to one but from the movies, it looks so nice! Oh and Eriol, hunnie, I made our costumes already!" Tomoyo said and pecked him on the cheek. Eriol made a small crooked smile.
Sakura laughed and said, "Well have fun Eriol!!! We all know how you like to be Tomoyo's doll!" She said before leaving the room to change. "Hey, Tomoyo! I have to go home soon so I'll see you later!"
Tomoyo walked her out and came quickly back to Eriol. He was dressed in a dark navy English suit with silver lining. 'He looks so sexy!' Tomoyo thought.
"By the way, do you have any clue about who you're gonna make Sakura's date?"
Eriol gave her a sly smile and decided to lie, it'd be a surprise for his girlfriend too. "Nope, you'll see at winter ball."
.:End Chapter:.
Author's Notes: I know it's short but it'll be a good story, I promise. So just review!