This is my very first Fanfic story EVER!!!!!!! You should be so lucky as to get to read it!!! Read and review and be very gentle, like I said, I'm new at this!!!!

BTW… I don't own Card Captor Sakura or any of the characters, but this story-line is mine because it happened to me—okay, maybe not all of it, but all the mushy stuff you read is based on my experiences…*Thinks….* what experiences?

Hope you like!!!!!

P.S. they are 16 years old and all of the cards have been captured. (my little brother got confused, so I thought some other people might get confused as well…)

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Syaoran stared at Sakura. She had such beautiful dazzling green eyes. He no longer stared at her eyes, he stared into her eyes…They were such a deep shade of green…They looked like precious emeralds one would expect to find in the Louvre (A.N. that's a famous museum in Paris, France).

Sakura stared back, gazing deeply into his amber eyes. She was in a trance. Neither one of them noticed that they were both leaning forward. They continued to lean toward each other…unaware of what they were doing. They were both so caught up in the moment. Sakura wished she could make the moment last forever. They got closer and closer, their faces now just inches away from each other. She closed her eyes, feeling what was happening.

Syaoran tilted his head and closed his eyes as well. Before either of them realized that they had actually done it…they were kissing the sweetest kiss Sakura had ever felt-not that she had ever been kissed before.

"SAKURA!!!!!!"

"Wha-Wha-What..?" Sakura sleepily raised her head off the kitchen table.

"You haven't listened to a thing I've said, have you?"

"S-S-Sorry. I guess I dozed off."

"I'm not THAT boring," Tomoyo asserted. "Am I?" she added in a sudden thought of panic.

"No…I've just been dreaming…man it was a good dream too…Why did you have to wake me up?"

"Because I came over to your house to help you work on the project Mrs. Fuji assigned us. It's due in a week Sakura…I just hope you stay awake long enough for us to get any work done."

Tomoyo Daidouji stared at her best friend. Sometimes Sakura Kinomoto could be so dense and so forgetful… Sakura was the embodiment of the best space cadet there ever was…especially when a certain someone just happened to be on her mind.

"I'm sorry Tomoyo…Now what are we doing our project on?" Sakura sweatdropped as Tomoyo fell to the floor. "I only explained it, pulled out charts and graphs to show you, and suggested things we could do. Oh, my bad. You were too busy dreaming about your little amber-eyed price charming to hear or see any of my wonderful ten minute presentation." Tomoyo grew huge and her eyes bugged out. Sakura only sweatdropped and hid under the table, attempting to save herself from the wrath of Tomoyo.

"Iamverysorryforfallingasleepduringoneofthebestperformancesyou'veevergivenandi'msorryIwasasleepinsteadofbeingthereforyou," Sakura said in a hurry, attempting to soothe the savage beast.

"It will be ok. I'll find a way you can make it up," cooed Tomoyo with an evil grin on her face. "I'll find a way, just you wait and see."

"Tomoyo, I can see the wheels turning in your head, and I don't like where they're going."

"Oh, don't worry…Just remember that the Homecoming dance is coming up." Tomoyo grinned a grin that was even more evil than her first grin.

"I see those gears working, and no I am not going to do the entire project myself just to free you up so you can go shopping for a dress, even though Eriol hasn't asked you out yet. This is your project too. Besides, if you make me do the whole thing, we'll both fail, and that would hurt your precious little GPA." (A.N. for those of you who have no idea what a GPA is, it's your grade point average, and if you are still confused, send a review and I'll e-mail you w/an explanation)

Tomoyo sweatdropped before falling backwards anime-style. Sometimes her best friend was too naïve for her own good. She, however, decided not to clue her friend in.

"Okay, since I was stupid and fell asleep during your wonderful explanation, and now am having to ever so politely ask you to at least hint to me what it is we are supposed to be doing our project on?"

"You didn't even pay attention in class when she was giving out the assignment, did you?"

"Me? Pay attention? In CLASS? How long have you known me again?"

Tomoyo just rolled her eyes.

"HEY!!!! WAIT A SECOND!!!! WHAT DID YOU SAY EARLIER? ABOUT ME AND ERIOL AND THE DANCE?"

Sakura sighed. She wasn't the only one so caught up in one subject that she didn't pay attention to anything else. "You're getting slower Tomoyo…You used to be able to catch little things like that only a splitsecond after I said them…You are waaay too stressed out…We need to go to the mall and just cruise."

"Okay, okay. I caught that one… You hate to go to the mall and avoid it at all costs. But seriously, what did you say earlier?"

"I don't remember…You broke my concentration."

"And when has that ever been hard to do?"

Sakura grabbed her open book and threw it at Tomoyo.

"Now if only your aim was as good as your dreams," said Tomoyo haughtily with a look of pleasure on her face.

"Hey, you watch it!!!!"

"No, you watch it," cried Tomoyo as she threw at Sakura some of the mashed potatoes that were sitting out on the counter.

"Hey, that was part of my supper!!!"

"Well, now it's part of your wardrobe!!!!!"

"Okay…That does it!!!! You MUST die!!!!" Sakura managed to say amongst all of her giggles.

She went over to the counter to see what else her dad had left her for supper. Sweet and sour chicken. Pretty soon, Tomoyo was wearing a reddish-orange shirt instead of the white shirt she had on before the food fight.

Tomoyo decided to let loose and succumbed to her childish desires. She grabbed the entire bowl of mashed potatoes and soon, Sakura was no longer a brunette. In fact she could have posed as an old woman. Her indignant posture, the rage in her eyes, and her white lumpy hair transformed her into a little old lady.

"Okay, Tomoyo!!!! YOU ASKED FOR IT!!!!!!!"

Sakura grabbed the nearest food item, which happened to be frosting, and threw it at Tomoyo. Tomoyo ducked, but Sakura still heard the sickening SHHLOOP as frosting made contact with flesh. Sakura stood wide-eyed, staring at the new comer in the kitchen. Sakura sweatdropped.

"Oh…H-Hiii-Hi D-Da-Dad…Wh-What ar-are y-you doing h-home sssso early?" Sakura's dad sweatdropped.

"Sakura, my meeting got out early, so I thought I'd come home and eat the dinner I so painstakingly prepared for my favorite daughter this morning. I thought it would be a treat to eat dinner with my favorite daughter, but seeing as how she, a friend and the ENTIRE kitchen are covered in mashed potatoes and sweet and sour sauce (not that you aren't showing the best pride-only slinging foods that were the colors of our country), I'm beginning to wish I had stayed at work…I had some unfinished business that I could have attended to, and in fact, I think I'll go finish it. And this kitchen better be SPOTLESS by the time I walk through this door again at exactly eight o'clock. GOT IT?!"

Sakura and Tomoyo nodded sheepishly.

"Good." And with that he left.

Sakura surveyed the damage. There was mashed potato on the clock, which now read five 'till six. There was sweet and sour sauce strewn across all of the kitchen cabinets.

"We have our work cut out for us, don't we?"

"Speaking of work, we never did get started on it…You are the best person to hang around if you don't want any work to be done, Sakura."

"Thank you," she replied while taking a low bow. " I really and truly am the queen of procrastination! We can worry about the project tomorrow, it's not due until…" She paused and thought. "…until…"

"It's due at the end of this week. And for those of us who have been out in la-la land for the explanation of our project…today is MONDAY and the project is due FRIDAY."

Sakura did not say anything. She wanted to contribute to the cleaning up of the kitchen. She didn't want to do anything that would make it look any worse. She was in enough trouble as it was. Her father was kind and forgiving, but as he always said, "Cleanliness is next to Godliness." Sakura knew this was one area where debate would do no good. When her father said "spotless" he meant that the kitchen not only should be free of any flying food debris, but also any mud that had been tracked in during the week and had escaped cleaning. He also meant any food crumbs that might have been from something eaten even a month ago and hadn't been claimed by a rodent. After an hour and a half of thorough scrubbing and mopping, Sakura stepped back and once again surveyed the kitchen.

"I pronounce this kitchen clean."

"YAY!!! You ready to work on our project then?"

Sakura shot a look at Tomoyo which would have put a forest fire on ice. Tomoyo took the hint and packed up and went home. She did not, however, forget any of the occurrences of the night. "Just you wait, Sakura…You will see what you can do to pay me back for all of the things you have done and said tonight."

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Well…what did you think?

Read and review, and if you review, I'll e-mail you when I get the new chapter up.

p.s. you will note I did not use any Japanese in my story. I do not know many phrases and find it agitating when I don't understand what on earth they said… I promise not to use Japanese.

I know, I know, this is supposed to be a romantic story… just keep your pants on…it's coming…

You will also note that the characters will never cuss…that's a major pet peeve of mine and I intend to keep my stories clean for those who-like me-are really turned off by that kind of stuff…

So review PLEASE!!!! If I don't get at least five reviews, I won't write another chapter…no duplications on reviews however…