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Summary: She is a dreamer, imagining impossible true love. She never thinks she'll get that special guy worth a million especially after her last relationship but she refuses to go out with the one guy who's determined to get her. SS ET
Worth A Million
Chapter 2: Magazines
I don't think anyone can do anything that would make him worthy of love. Love is a gift and cannot be earned. It can only be given.
Real Live Preacher
"I thought I was your best friend" Tomoyo said with a pout.
"He's not really anymore I haven't seen him for years but noticed he was in here" he said waving the magazine above his head, "he was quite the player at school, I wouldn't say Sakura was his type but he must have his reasons"
"His reasons? Sakura is worth more than just reasons she's so kawaii!" Tomoyo shouted. She was definitely getting stressed.
Eriol shrugged and looked back down at the magazine, he thought it was best to not let Tomoyo rant on too much after such a long day. There was a picture of Syaoran at some formal party with his arm draped over some model's shoulders. The woman was trying to catch his eye, craving his attention but his gaze was resting steadily on the camera intent on ignoring her.
"Why's he even in there anyway?" asked Tomoyo peering over his shoulder.
"I'm not sure it doesn't really say much," he replied, "he's really rich though, I know that for sure. He has a massive mansion and his whole family are pretty well known all over. He probably has an awesome job, I think I still have his number somewhere actually"
Tomoyo continued to grumble on about him, Eriol thought it would be best to ignore her again and began to flick back through the magazine. He read an in-depth article about advanced wrinkles and anti-ageing methods then moved on to 'Suss Him In Three Seconds'. He had read the fascinating debate over 'Polka Dots or Horizontal Stripes' previously so he turned over the page to the quiz branded 'how you know when it's the right time to take the next step: Moving In'. His eyes widened when he realised it had already been filled in. The neat crosses that fitted perfectly in their coloured boxes horrified him. Was she already thinking about this? He knew the thought had crossed his mind a few times but he'd dismissed it. He mentally debated with himself for a minute or two over whether or not to mention it. In the end he agreed that he would leave it for when she brought it up.
"Hey, I don't think I've read the Polka Dots article yet," Tomoyo reached out for the magazine and plucked it from his grasp. She dropped her gaze to the page and saw it opened on the quiz. She blushed a deep red and slowly looked up at him. His eyes bore deeply into her eyes and neither of them knew what to say.
Eriol coughed and broke the silence after what seemed like a lifetime, "Um, do you, do you want to…you know?"
Tomoyo shrugged and pointed at the larger coloured box at the bottom she had circled, "Well, the quiz said we should discuss it and see…"
"So, I suppose we should discuss it then?" he asked hesitantly and she nodded in return full of relief.
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Sakura awoke fairly early in the morning, which was a very strange occurrence. She had no trouble dragging herself out of bed and somehow stumbled her way into the bathroom. It was one of her days off from the café so there was no need to do anything apart from search for a real job. Well a job she wanted, she did like working there as she got to meet so many people but it didn't really pay enough. Tomoyo didn't mind this and helped out a lot with money but Sakura wanted to feel like she was actually doing something for a change.
In the late morning she circled a few advertisements in the newspaper but none of them really jumped out her screaming 'pick me'. Eventually she gave up on her search and waited for Tomoyo to return from her haircut.
The afternoon eventually came. The rest of the day mainly consisted of Eriol rushing out to buy more milk; Tomoyo breaking a nail, Sakura reading some of Tomoyo's magazine then being filled in about the conversation that occurred the night before on Tomoyo's return and the two women of the house went out for a jog.
Sakura had not wanted to go on this run; in fact she had protested greatly it was just that Tomoyo had literally plucked Sakura's hands off Eriol's ankle and dragged her kicking and screaming out of the house.
"I know I used to be good at this Tomoyo but I think I've had to many burgers in my lifetime to be able to anymore" Sakura choked out whilst panting heavily and attempting to keep up with Tomoyo's larger strides but failed miserably.
"You're doing fine, burning of all those calories from the burgers is a start" Tomoyo slowed her pace so Sakura could at least attempt to catch up.
They had been doing these weekly jogs for two months now and although Sakura would hate to admit it she was getting more toned. She hated it when Tomoyo was right.
"How far are we running today?" Sakura shouted from far behind Tomoyo.
"To the river" Tomoyo yelled back over her shoulder.
Sakura's face fell "There is no way I'm running all the way there!"
Tomoyo shook her head and carried on but Sakura had a cunning plan. She would sneak off to Penguin Park as they were near it and she would hide and most importantly sleep, Tomoyo was so far ahead she wouldn't notice if she disappeared. Would she? To hell with Tomoyo, Sakura didn't care at that particular moment. All she wanted to do was sleep, not feel guilty. Tomoyo would do better without Sakura trailing miles behind her anyway.
Like Sakura expected the runner in front of her was lost around the next corner and so Sakura looked to her left and right to check no one was watching her and sprinted over to the slide and collapsed on the grass. She lay there for several minutes until some children came and told her to get out of the way so they could slide. She thought they were incredibly rude but realised how old she sounded and shifted herself over to the swings. She felt completely relaxed in her slight slumber and wished to never be disturbed again.
But this dream was short lived as a loud 'ahem' awakened her causing her emerald eyes to flutter open and meet pair of amused amber ones peering down at her.
She sat up suddenly and suddenly felt very self-conscious in her tight shorts, baggy sweatshirt and her ugly old trainers. It was now that she wished she had let Tomoyo design her gym kit when she'd offered. But Sakura had to say: 'when is anyone I know going to see me running? You're so obsessed Tom'. She hated it when she was right. She grumbled quietly to herself for a moment before speaking.
"What are you doing here?" Sakura questioned pulling herself up to standing using a great deal of effort.
"Shouldn't I ask you the same question," Syaoran raised an eyebrow. "Um…you look…pretty?"
Sakura blushed; apart from her attire her hair was obviously in a mess, her face probably still a deep shade of beetroot, she had just been lying on the floor in the middle of a park and her breathing still hadn't quite returned to its normal state. Tomoyo was off in a perfectly co-ordinated outfit and probably home by now. Stupid Tomoyo. She already had a boyfriend; she didn't have to look good.
"You're not serious are you?" Sakura laughed. "So this is where you come when you're not stalking me in the café?"
"Well, I was going for a walk and saw you collapsed here on the floor and I thought there might be something wrong with you and I don't stalk you that's just what Daidouji thinks."
"I don't think that." Sakura sat herself down on the nearest swing; standing up was tiring her legs too much. "Tomoyo made me run"
"How unfit are you?" Syaoran smirked.
"Tomoyo is crazy, I just want to have a car like everybody else in this stupid world!" she groaned but began to kick her legs to start off her swing.
"You're so immature, Sakura." He smiled to himself; he thought she looked so damn cute right then.
She rolled her eyes in return and carried on swinging. There was a small silence between them, which wasn't too uncomfortable.
"What's your favourite colour?" he randomly asked her.
"Pink."
He nodded and looked as if he was thinking hard for a moment before he got up and left. Sakura stared after him confused and stopped swinging.
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Tomoyo was no fool. She knew Sakura would run off somewhere as soon as she got the chance so the amethyst-eyed genius came prepared and seized the opportunity to take a little detour of her own. She finished her regular workout, of course, then she walked into town and stopped outside the bank whipping out a small correctly folded piece of paper from her pocket.
A/N: Hey there! I was shocked and really pleased with all my reviews, favourites and alerts!- Thanks lots and lots. I'm sorry that I took a whole week to update. I wasn't expecting school to be so harsh to give me a drama essay and a compulsory creative writing piece for a competition two weeks before we break up for summer. Anyway, I finally finished. I hope it was ok, was it? It was a little bit shorter than the previous chapter (50 words or so) but hopefully the next one will be better and slightly longer if I'm lucky enough to get more time to write it. Go on...Review!
Emsie xxx