Yes..I know another new story again..I promise I'll actually stick with this one and..the other ones, when I feel like it.
But I'll try and update this every week if possible.
Note - This story is somewhat based on the Gossip Girl Series, so somethings will be similar to it...just a little disclaimer here.
Inside a high class department store located in downtown Hong Kong were two gorgeous girls where one of them, a brunette, was trying to decide between a pair of Chanel flats of Gucci lofters. Passer-by's all stared at them, where none of them looked older than 17 at all. Sale managers all stood close to them waiting to get either one of them whatever they wanted. One had honey brown hair, emerald eyes and the girl beside her, obviously her best friend had dark hair that looked somewhat purpole underneath the bright lights. Who was currently trying on Yves St. Lauren heels.
The whole department's attention was focused on these two girl's every movement, of course none of them cared but everyone else was watching their every move. They all knew who they were of course, Sakura Kinomoto, daughter of the wealthiest buisness man and society hostess and was from one of the most respected families in Asia. The other girl, was Tomoyo Daidouji, daughter of famous fashion designer and top supermodel in Hong Kong.
"I don't know what to get," whined Sakura.
"Just get both of them," answered Tomoyo, handing over her credit card to a salesgirl looking eager to be standing close to them.
"Hm..okay," Sakura said, pulling out her Prada wallet to pay. "So what's next?"
"Well we've basically gotten our fall wardrobe done," Tomoyo said, while glaring at a 21 year old boy that had a cat in his arms, who was winking at her and was doing a movement that looked like he was holding a..whip..?
Sakura looked at the same direction and frowned in disgust. Instantly a security guard came up to the man to ask him to leave. Wasn't life wonderful? Being rich, beautiful and having people look up to you. Doing whatever you pleased as long as you didn't humilate the family in any way.
Welcome to the rich and high class life.
As both of them walked out, Tomoyo asked, "What do you want to do tonight?"
"Nothing," replied Sakura glancing at a fast food store.
"Come hang out at my house," offered Tomoyo. "My parents want me to go to some gay party again with them later on.. you should come too. Apparently Mei Ling has her cousin and his friend coming."
"Hmm, alrighty," replied Sakura. "Whatever pleases you." Getting into Tomoyo's car, they drove off to Mei Ling's place.
They were currently seated in Tomoyo's living room when a knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
"Come in," chirped Tomoyo.
The doorknow turned and a girl with long black hair walke din. The two girls who were lying on the couch, stood up and hugged her.
"Oh my gosh! I've missed you soo much," cried Sakura.
"Haha, I missed the two of you too!" said Mei Ling, who was more tan. "Oh, I brought my cousin and his friend too, hope that's alright."
Tomoyo smiled and said, " Since when are you this polite? You always brought random people here."
Mei Ling blushed and told the two men outside to come in. Sure enough two gorgeous men walked in. One had blue hair, similar to Tomoyo's who was dressed causally. The other one had dark chocolate brown hair, but instead of dressing casually he was dressed head to toe in Armani.He looked hot in Sakura's point of view, and she hardly felt that way about anyone else.
"This is my cousin, Syaoran and his friend, Eriol, " introduced Mei Ling. "And this is Tomoyo and Sakura."
The four of them quickly greeted each other while Mei Ling went downstairs to grab some drinks.
Sitting down in one of the chairs, Sakura took a sip from her cup, while she slightly glanced at Syaoran.
"So where are you from?" she asked.
"Hong Kong," he answered swiftly causing Sakura to frown slightly, she was not used to this. Deciding to take another risk she asked again, "How old are you?"
"Twenty," he replied once again in that tone of his, as Mei Ling joined them.
Sakura was not pleased at all about this and said nothing more to him. She looked around the table and found Tomoyo and Eriol engaged into a deep conversation with Eriol while Mei Ling was trying to force small talk out of both of them.
Since Syaoran was being untalkative, Sakura quickly grew bored and lost her intrest in him. 'Whatever,' she thought to herself, while looking out the window.
"Sakura?" She quickly snapped back to reality, where she found Mei Ling staring at her.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Let's get ready for the party now," Tomoyo suggested.
"We'll see you two at the hotel later on," Mei Ling said to the two boys and left the room, where Sakura and Tomoyo followed swiftly.
Later that night...
Sakura gulped her glass of Cristal champange thirstily. Her and Tomoyo were sitting alone at a big round table draped in white muslin and black taffeta in the opulent ballroom at the St. Claire Hotel, where tonight's party was held, a black and white theme party, to be exact.
Girls in long strappy black dresses by Versace and Dolce and Gabbana with white feathers in their hair were dancing with boys in crisp black and white Tom Ford for Gucci tuxedos, and a gigantic ball made out of black and white roses hung from the ceiling.
Sakura was having major de ja vu.
It was another one of those useless dinner parties that their parents, rich members of the society group, attented and serverd no apparent purpose at all.
She had already been inside here before while throwing another one of her famous parties that seemed to make her take after her mother, along with Tomoyo, for a Christmas party and was planning to go all the way with her then-boyfriend.
She'd spend hours grooming herself and had played out every moment of how it was going to be over and over in her head. But then she'd stumbled upon him making out with some stupid little slut in the hotel lobby and realized in the end that it didnt matter how hot she looked in her espresso-colored Chloe gown, or how dramatic her hair was, or how high her pewter Manolo Blahnik stilettos were. He was too busy with that dumb fourteen year old slut to even notice.
It was by far the worst Christmas party she ever had. But she wasn't about to dwell on it. She wasn't like that. Yeah right.
"I don't beleive in destiny anymore," Sakura said to her friend, plonking her crystal champagne flute down on the table and nearly breaking it's stem. She ran her fingers through her long, dark, brown hair, which had been trimmed earlier by her favourite hairdress down in Sogo.
Tomoyo laughed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say."
Sakura reached for the bottle of Cristal sitting in it's silver cooler in the middle of the large, round table and filled her glass. "Destiny is for losers," she said. "It's just a lame excuse for letting things happen to you instead of making them happen."
If only she knew exactly how to make the things she wanted to happen happen without fucking them up completely.
Tomoyo's attnetion span was shorter than that of a newborn puppy, she had already drunk way too much wine to have a serious conversation with anyways. "Let's not talk about the future for once, okay?" she said. Lighting up a cigarette and blew smoke right above the air above Sakura's head. "You know that Syaoran guy, Eriol's been talking to? He's been totally staring at you for the last ten minutes." She covered her mouth with her long, slender fingers and giggled. "Oops, here they come."
Sakura flicked her hair and turned her head to find Tomoyo's 'crush' and Syaoran wearing a fabulously tailed Armani tux, walking over to their table. He didn't have that annoyed look on his face anymore like he did earlier during their meeting.
"Say something nice to Sakura," Tomoyo told Syaoran. "She's stressing about the future."
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Who isn't?"
She sipped her champange, waiting for them to say something that was completely unboring.
Syaoran grinned at her and said, "You look gorgeous tonight."
Sakura didn't smile back. She picked up her drink again, and looked at Eriol and Tomoyo instead. He was giving Tomoyo's perfectly chiseled face, deep blue eyes, long lithe body and fantastic Gucci dress the onceover. He let his eyes linger for a moment before turning back to Syraon.
Sakura and Tomoyo lit new cigarettes, still waiting for something crazy to the point Sakura had just made about desitny, it was up to them to make it happen.
Syaorn cleared his thorat. "Want to dance?" he asked Sakura.
Just as she was about to answer, the song had ended and people crowded back to their table to fill up on booze.
"My feet are dying," whined Tina, flinging herself down on a chair opposite Sakura and whipping off her heels.
"Mine are already dead," Nikki chimed in, sinking into the chair next to her.
For the past two years, while Tomoyo had been in Tokyo modelling, Tina and Nikki had been glued at Sakura's side. They brought makeup at high class deparement stores together, they drunk cappuccinos at Xingxing Cafe together, and yes, even went to the bathroom togheter. Sakura ruled the social scene, so when they were with her they felt almost famous, getting red-carpet treatment everywhere. But just before Sakura's seventeenth birthday, Tomoyo reappeared in Hong Kong to steal Sakura away from them, and Tina and Nikki had gone back to being plain old Tina and Nikki again.
"How come you guys aren't dancing?" asked Nikki.
Sakura shrugged, "I'm not in the mood."
Tina sighed, "All we have to do is make it through midterms next week," she said, mistaking the note of boredom in Sakura's voice for fatigue. "And then we get to go away for Christmas."
"You guys are so lucky you're going someplace hot," Nikki added. "I have to go stupid skiing in Aspen again."
"Well that's not as bad as my boring contry house in Connecticut," replied Tina.
"It's going to be awesome," Tomoyo gushed, with an excited smile. Nikki and Tina glared at her.
Sakura and Tomoyo were going to St. Bart's for Christmas break, at the exclusive Isle de la Paix resort. They were allowed to bring a friend, according to Sakura's mother, so they had asked Mei Ling, who was currently nowhere to been seen right now at the moment.
Of course, they'd be back in the city for New Year's. No self-respecting girl spends New Year's away with her parents after the age of twelve.
"It's going to kick ass," Sakura agreed with a smug smile. She could picture herself perfectly, slick with tanning oil, in her new Missoni bikini on a pristine white-sand beach, her face masked with enormous Chanel sunglasses, while hot guys in surf shorts brought her exotic drinks in coconut shells. She was going to forget about all her worries and just bake herself brown as cafe au lait under the hot island sun. Of course, she knew that Nikki and Tina were totally jealous she hadn't asked either one of them to come to St. Bart's with her, but to be honest, she didn't give a fuck.
Only one more week to go.
Sakura sighed once more, while pushing her chair back. "I have to pee," she annouced to the table. "Then let's get out of here. We can have a party back at my house or something." She turned and marched across the room as best as she could wearing four inch Christian Louboutin Perspex stilettos and a super tight black Gucci dress.
People were gathering on the dance floor. It looked like a celebrity was about to make an appearance. But Sakura didn't care. She didn't go crazy over famous people, like most girls. She didn't need to: She was the constant star of the feature film that was playing in her head, the most famous person she knew.
Yeah, so I know Sakura's all bitchy and crap in this story..everything'll work out in the end.
Hopefully you all liked it..and I spent my life typing out this story for you guys, least you can do is to type a sentance and review for me!
Thanks guys!
