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A/N: Myfirst one-shot. HAVE MERCY! (btw, its very short!)

Summary: Sakura and Syaoran are friends. Witness through Sakura's point of view of how Syaoran fesses up his feelings. (Short One-Shot)

Coffee Never Tasted so Good

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We had arrived. The mysterious place Syaoran wanted to take me to was a… café?

Well maybe the guy has a thing for coffee and poetry? I was sort of hoping it was somewhere we could be alone, but when that happened things were always bittersweet for me. I would watch him with sad eyes, as he just babbled on about something, I never quite caught on, and I was too busy reading his quick gaze. Now we were walking into the tiny and dark room with a now empty stage and doll-looking tables and chairs.

We were friends for the longest. It was always a one-sided thing though. It's true what they say, two people from the opposite sex could never be friends, because one always feels something for the other. But hey, I couldn't help it.

We sat down at a table, and we ordered 2 mugs, a latte for him and black coffee for me, with of course extra sugar.

"So… what made you choose this place?"

"Oh… um…………" he didn't finish. He just kept looking back towards the stage.

"Hello? You okay?"

"Oh yeah… fine."

"I didn't know you were into to wearing black turtlenecks and snapping your fingers to a good line."

"Yeah sure." Now, instead of looking back to the stage, he stared down at the table, fiddling with what looked like dollar bills in his pocket.

Well he obviously had something on his mind, so I would leave him alone.

Suddenly up stage went a tall, skinny fellow, with deep red hair, and warm brown eyes. He smiled with confidence. He took out a little notebook from his back pocket as a slow bongo beat played in the back. Now, he began to read aloud:

Something on the other side

Roams beneath my mind

Circulating into the wasted pattern

Stop.

All comes crashing down

Can you go and fetch

The Dreams I never fulfilled

Set them in a wicker basket

For they will seep through my will

Slowly stealing dust

Does the v-line achieve

No one looking after

Due to all the grief

Put two and two together

Slap 'em on a bun

Take a bite and tell me

Was it worth the price to run?

To suppress is to guide?
Is it the fear of my mind?
Make me your own
Either way I am bestowed

Upon.

Your dreams

My dreams

Yours

Mines…

Is it fair?

To click off this light

To turn it back on

On the turn of your fright?

Let me spread my wings

For I still must learn to fly

Guide me as you've been

But not with all your might

He stopped with a calming pause, then gave a large grin as everyone, including myself snapped their fingers to a deep, emotional poem.

"Thank You." Were his last words.

He walked off stage, and on walked a tall girl, of about fifteen, with long, straight black hair. Her eyes were a very dark crimson, lined with black rings. She looked what other people would say 'gothic' but I don't believe in labeling people. To my surprise though, she began to sing a low soft tune, along with a new beat of the soothing bongos.

I turned to Syaoran. He was sipping on his latte and for the first time tonight, looked me in the eyes, and gestured if I wanted to try some of his. That was probably as close as I was probably going to get with him in terms of things a couple would do, so I decided to accept, even though I wasn't a big fan of lattes. I brought up the mug to my mouth, taking a long, satisfying gulp of Syaoran's warm drink. Before I put the mug down, I made sure to wipe some of what Syaoran left behind with my lips. But, once I finally set the mug down, Syaoran wasn't in his seat. I frantically searched for him but I couldn't spot him anywhere. Maybe he went to he went to the bathroom or something. So, I decided to wait.

Then, I heard his voice, his deep, smooth tone. I followed the sound, and to my surprise, found him on stage. That was weird…

He took out a light green folded sheet of paper out of his pocket. So that's what it was… He took a breath and said:

"Sakura…. This one is for you…"

I have a confession

Please take a seat

Tonight you are my audience

Maybe it'll repeat

I take this rose

And toss it to you

Not afraid of its thorns

I've bled too soon

Wind has battered my hand

As it stood still waiting for your hold

Now that you're near me

My story will soon unfold

Your friendly cheek pecks

Were truly donations

To the World-Wide Fund

Of your loves creation

Maybe my mind went too far

But maybe it didn't enough

'Cause now that I stand here…

God, this is tough.

Ever tried scribbling your feelings on a piece of paper?

Saving them for later

As the folds become old and wasted

Words your lips have never tasted

It's been hard not taking you into my embrace

It's been hard not stealing a kiss

I don't know how I've done it

Because your face I cannot miss

I've built up a life time of courage

To say three words overused

Maybe we could define them together…

As I say… I Love You.

The moment he finished I felt my body jolt. My heart pounded so hard, it felt like it was going to jump out of my body. I felt like crying, smiling, yelling, anything that could sum up any emotion. A light flickered inside of me, and it finally stayed on. That was when I realized what I had to do. I briskly stood up from my chair and at first walked quickly, and then a walk turned into a jog, and soon a sloppy run. I got on stage and stood in front of Syaoran. We were so close I could almost swear I could hear the blood rushing throughout out bodies. That was it, too much silence, too much of nothing. I went from a long gaze, to an unexpected kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me, and then he hugged my waist and slightly picked me off the ground. I swear, that kiss made up for all those times I longed for him to do that. It seemed like forever, and when we finally broke loose from an upgrade of our love spell, I couldn't help but steal another quick taste. Yeah, this was way better then any latte.

Now, I sit with Syaoran, my fiancé, in a Starbucks nearby a movie theatre, where we just watched our lives change dramatically. Yeah, as I stuck my hand in the popcorn my hand brought up something else.

A rose pink box with gold trim.

I reluctantly opened it to find the most beautiful gold and diamond ring. I looked to Syaoran and he motioned for me to look to the screen. There, read:

WOULD YOU MARRY ME AND KISS ME LIKE YOU DID?

Hell yeah was my response.

And now, I took Syaoran's Styrofoam cup and drank a long satisfying gulp and made sure to wipe off what Syaoran had left behind with my lips.

Whoa…

Major Déjà Vu!

A/N: Did you like it? REVIEWWWWW! It's my first one-shot, so don't hurt me if its bad!