For Kiyone, my beta reader. huggles I know this is only my second one, but none of these are serious at all. But they're filled with fluff, and (if you ask me) kinda OOC. Ugh. I'll try to approach the next drabble in a different direction.

Pairing: Hiirigizawa Eriol/Kinomoto Sakura

Fandom: Card Captor Sakura (manga)

Theme: #1, look over here

Disclaimer: CCS does not belong to me. Obviously.

She Never Did Care Much For Post-its Afterwards

When she got back to her house, a post-it was stuck to the front of her door. Quick and messy were the words Go get your book of cards written on it, as if the person barely had a second to lose. Well, whoever it was, he or she couldn't be Touya or father. Touya tended to be with Yukito for at least another hour, and her father was at work, as usual. (As if it wasn't already obvious, Eriol.)

Deciding to humor him, she unlocked the door, closed it behind her, and went straight up to her room. Nothing appeared to be out of place. The bed was still neatly done. Her desk had not been rummaged through. A post-it was stuck on top of her "Book of Cards."

... Wait.

She sighed and plucked the small piece of paper off.

When you have time, you TRY to eat there in the morning.

And BACK down the stairs she went. Why was he playing this idiotic game with her? Since she had known him and they started dating, she had tried to get rid of this HORRENDOUS habit of his. These little games and tests that were always SO elaborate and idiotic, so time-consuming (sometimes), so...soooo...ugh!

She stared at the table where she ate with her family, and found nothing.

She looked under the table and snatched the post-it. "I do NOT eat underneath the table!" she huffed.

Oh, you look just like her, love.

Sakura sniffed. Maybe she should just give up. (After all, half the reason why he kept this up was because she humored him and actually DID these things.)

Fine. One last time.

She went to her mother's picture frame. Covering her mother's face was another post-it.

Turn to the door.

She turned. WHY was she going out with him again?

Look over here.

Sakura raked her fingers through her hair, sighed, and started to walk towards it. Well, she did like it when he smiled at her, she brought up as an afterthought. She got to the door, and saw nothing there. Except that post-it. Look over here. Here? Here the door? Okay, she's at the door.

"This! This is incred-" she started, her hands clutching the sides of her head as she puffed her cheeks in exasperation. She grabbed a hold of the knob tightly, opening the door so she could go to his house and demand an answer. Well, she was intending to do that when strong arms pulled her out half-way, and into a comfortable embrace. From that position, she could see his collarbone and shirt, felt his hands tighten his hold on her, and instinctively knew he was grinning like he would never be able to do it again once today passed. And she blinked. Three times.

"Now, wasn't that fun?" she could hear.

And Sakura smiled, wrapping her own arms around his waist and nuzzling her head deeper into his shoulder. Oh. I like this, too.