Author's Note: Well, I'm trying not to complicate my story anymore and I
guess I'm going to use only one POV and that is Sakura's. Well, it's not a
great one since I'm amateur on these stories. And this is the first time I
write any story.
Chapter 1 Who Cares about Kissing?
Kissing? If you're looking for an expert on that thing well I'm telling you that I'm the wrong person on it. As wrong as my number 2 answer, Nickel, in the National Achievement Test last Saturday. Saturday? Or was it Monday? Anyway, back to the subject...I'm telling you the truth. I really didn't know anything about it. You wouldn't even call me an amateur about it but rather an idiot. And for everyone's information in this whole wide world being a student of Clover High without knowing anything about kissing would send you packing and be on flight to Ireland or something. I'm not telling that we're all experts here (I said I'm not) but of course almost everyone here knows how to do an effective kiss which can make your knees weak. You know, even the French kiss. I mean, they practically have a lesson about it which any one from the other schools would pay their souls and bodies just to learn. But of course I'm not saying I'm not innocent on it. I even wonder myself kissing my knight...
I saw my knight arrived with his white horse. His eyes (the knight, not the horse) were shining brightly at me like the morning sun from the mountains. Then with gentleness, he swept me off my feet and cradled me in the protection of his arms. I was smitten just with the sight of him. Then slowly, very slowly, I saw him lower his head. My heart beating fast I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to come rest on my own. I waited patiently...
WHAM!!!!!
In the next second I found myself lying on the soft grass with a pair of rubber shoes beside me. I stared. What am I doing here? I tried to remember what I'm doing here. In all the places in the world, the grass! What's so special about the grass, anyway? Then I closed my eyes and concentrated. What are you doing here? What happened and you're here on the grass? When I couldn't quite remember anything, I opened my eyes only to find myself staring back into a pair of crystal blue eyes.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I screamed. I expected the creature with the gorgeous eyes to run away but he didn't. So when I screamed again I felt his hand covered my mouth and a part of my nose and I gagged because I couldn't breath.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked me with a familiar voice. I stopped screaming and looked at him. "Are you okay?"
Realizing that I was being stupid, I pushed his hand away and sat up. "Okay? Do I look okay? I found myself lying on the grass and then you looked at me that way with your oh so blue eyes. Then you have the nerve to cover my mouth with your...with your—"I stopped. I stared. Slowly, I felt my eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe this was happening. No, no, no... of all the guys in the world why does it have to be him? Him, The cutest, most adorable and the best soccer player I've ever laid my eyes upon, Eriol Hiiragizawa.
"With my--?" he asked me his tone definitely mocking. He was asking me. Me, Sakura Kinomoto, the idiot student of Clover High was being asked by this god of handsomeness and beauty. Me!
"Look," I heard him say. Well who wouldn't be looking at him? "I'm sorry if it hurts you in any way—"
"Oh, it's alright," I answered starry-eyed.
"Oh? Okay, but still I'm sorry if it hurts you in anyway. I guess i—"
"Hurt me?" I echoed. "What hurt me?"
He laughed because I'm such an idiot and still I couldn't help but admire him with his angelic laugh. I'm such a loser on him...
"I kicked the soccer ball too hard and it hit you. So, I'm asking if you're okay because I'm terribly sorry about what happened. I swear, I didn't mean to," he said his expression so sincere.
"Of course," I replied breathless. "It's okay. Look they're calling you now." And when he beamed at me and run away I stared. Well, even if his back was on me his still the cutest guy I had ever seen. I mean, duh, if you're looking at the back of the person you're going to be with the rest of your life you should be praising his back not only his face. In that way you'll live a happy life together. And I believe, as I watch him run towards the goal, that we would be happy together someday. And I couldn't believe he was still playing smooth with me. Yeah, I know that he likes me. But he's dead shy to tell me his true feelings. But he didn't have to worry about that coz I'll be waiting for him no matter what. And by then I'll be....
WHAM!!!
Never in my life had I been hit by a soccer ball twice in just a single game. And not just a simple hit but a dead center—right on my face—hit! And my. God, you could just imagine how embarrass I am! And sitting up again and scratching my face which turned out to be so red I heard footsteps towards me. Oh great, just what I needed another audience. Well, at least it was Eriol and not just someone.
But it wasn't Eriol. It was Syaoran running towards me.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked breathless. When he reached me he sat down on the grass next to me and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Gritting me teeth I glared at him, "You hit me with that ball."
He looked at the ball and smiled. "I did. So are you okay?"
He's asking me if I'm okay? IF I'm OKAY?!?!?!? He's like asking me if Satan's going to visit God in the heavens. Well, I looked at him and hoped that he could find the answer on my already red and bruised face.
"Do I look alright?" I asked him sarcastically. "DO I LOOK ALRIGHT WITH THIS FACE?"
He was laughing. He was actually laughing at me with his sweaty shirt and all. He was laughing at me!
"What's so funny?" I asked him angrily. "You actually hit me with the ball and you don't even say sorry to me? Then with this face you're asking if I'm okay?"
He looked at me and said, "Well, you were like that when Eriol hit you. Then why didn't you react like this when he asked you if you're okay?"
That is the most stupid thing he asked me in my whole life. Why would I react like that to Eriol? I mean, really why? "Because Eriol is my soulmate. Can't you see that? We're supposed to be happily together yet you're asking me why I didn't tell him that? Are you insane?"
"Look, I want to tell you that you're quite obvious—"
"I am? Well, so? No big deal! When the day comes that—"
"—he'll find someone for him. Oh come on Sakura you know that you have no—"
"No, what?" I asked alarmed. "Syaoran, I thought you were my friend!"
"Well, I am and I'm trying to save you from that craziness you've been into." Then with a simple smile which suddenly made my heart flipped he stood up and went away leaving me gaping on him like a fool. Just what did he mean by that? By that craziness? He's so stupid really!
Chapter 1 Who Cares about Kissing?
Kissing? If you're looking for an expert on that thing well I'm telling you that I'm the wrong person on it. As wrong as my number 2 answer, Nickel, in the National Achievement Test last Saturday. Saturday? Or was it Monday? Anyway, back to the subject...I'm telling you the truth. I really didn't know anything about it. You wouldn't even call me an amateur about it but rather an idiot. And for everyone's information in this whole wide world being a student of Clover High without knowing anything about kissing would send you packing and be on flight to Ireland or something. I'm not telling that we're all experts here (I said I'm not) but of course almost everyone here knows how to do an effective kiss which can make your knees weak. You know, even the French kiss. I mean, they practically have a lesson about it which any one from the other schools would pay their souls and bodies just to learn. But of course I'm not saying I'm not innocent on it. I even wonder myself kissing my knight...
I saw my knight arrived with his white horse. His eyes (the knight, not the horse) were shining brightly at me like the morning sun from the mountains. Then with gentleness, he swept me off my feet and cradled me in the protection of his arms. I was smitten just with the sight of him. Then slowly, very slowly, I saw him lower his head. My heart beating fast I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to come rest on my own. I waited patiently...
WHAM!!!!!
In the next second I found myself lying on the soft grass with a pair of rubber shoes beside me. I stared. What am I doing here? I tried to remember what I'm doing here. In all the places in the world, the grass! What's so special about the grass, anyway? Then I closed my eyes and concentrated. What are you doing here? What happened and you're here on the grass? When I couldn't quite remember anything, I opened my eyes only to find myself staring back into a pair of crystal blue eyes.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I screamed. I expected the creature with the gorgeous eyes to run away but he didn't. So when I screamed again I felt his hand covered my mouth and a part of my nose and I gagged because I couldn't breath.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked me with a familiar voice. I stopped screaming and looked at him. "Are you okay?"
Realizing that I was being stupid, I pushed his hand away and sat up. "Okay? Do I look okay? I found myself lying on the grass and then you looked at me that way with your oh so blue eyes. Then you have the nerve to cover my mouth with your...with your—"I stopped. I stared. Slowly, I felt my eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe this was happening. No, no, no... of all the guys in the world why does it have to be him? Him, The cutest, most adorable and the best soccer player I've ever laid my eyes upon, Eriol Hiiragizawa.
"With my--?" he asked me his tone definitely mocking. He was asking me. Me, Sakura Kinomoto, the idiot student of Clover High was being asked by this god of handsomeness and beauty. Me!
"Look," I heard him say. Well who wouldn't be looking at him? "I'm sorry if it hurts you in any way—"
"Oh, it's alright," I answered starry-eyed.
"Oh? Okay, but still I'm sorry if it hurts you in anyway. I guess i—"
"Hurt me?" I echoed. "What hurt me?"
He laughed because I'm such an idiot and still I couldn't help but admire him with his angelic laugh. I'm such a loser on him...
"I kicked the soccer ball too hard and it hit you. So, I'm asking if you're okay because I'm terribly sorry about what happened. I swear, I didn't mean to," he said his expression so sincere.
"Of course," I replied breathless. "It's okay. Look they're calling you now." And when he beamed at me and run away I stared. Well, even if his back was on me his still the cutest guy I had ever seen. I mean, duh, if you're looking at the back of the person you're going to be with the rest of your life you should be praising his back not only his face. In that way you'll live a happy life together. And I believe, as I watch him run towards the goal, that we would be happy together someday. And I couldn't believe he was still playing smooth with me. Yeah, I know that he likes me. But he's dead shy to tell me his true feelings. But he didn't have to worry about that coz I'll be waiting for him no matter what. And by then I'll be....
WHAM!!!
Never in my life had I been hit by a soccer ball twice in just a single game. And not just a simple hit but a dead center—right on my face—hit! And my. God, you could just imagine how embarrass I am! And sitting up again and scratching my face which turned out to be so red I heard footsteps towards me. Oh great, just what I needed another audience. Well, at least it was Eriol and not just someone.
But it wasn't Eriol. It was Syaoran running towards me.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked breathless. When he reached me he sat down on the grass next to me and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Gritting me teeth I glared at him, "You hit me with that ball."
He looked at the ball and smiled. "I did. So are you okay?"
He's asking me if I'm okay? IF I'm OKAY?!?!?!? He's like asking me if Satan's going to visit God in the heavens. Well, I looked at him and hoped that he could find the answer on my already red and bruised face.
"Do I look alright?" I asked him sarcastically. "DO I LOOK ALRIGHT WITH THIS FACE?"
He was laughing. He was actually laughing at me with his sweaty shirt and all. He was laughing at me!
"What's so funny?" I asked him angrily. "You actually hit me with the ball and you don't even say sorry to me? Then with this face you're asking if I'm okay?"
He looked at me and said, "Well, you were like that when Eriol hit you. Then why didn't you react like this when he asked you if you're okay?"
That is the most stupid thing he asked me in my whole life. Why would I react like that to Eriol? I mean, really why? "Because Eriol is my soulmate. Can't you see that? We're supposed to be happily together yet you're asking me why I didn't tell him that? Are you insane?"
"Look, I want to tell you that you're quite obvious—"
"I am? Well, so? No big deal! When the day comes that—"
"—he'll find someone for him. Oh come on Sakura you know that you have no—"
"No, what?" I asked alarmed. "Syaoran, I thought you were my friend!"
"Well, I am and I'm trying to save you from that craziness you've been into." Then with a simple smile which suddenly made my heart flipped he stood up and went away leaving me gaping on him like a fool. Just what did he mean by that? By that craziness? He's so stupid really!