See? I told you it wouldn't take long! So, my Writer's Block is offically gone and I was planning on deleting this because it was just to vent out the Block but then I was really into it so I decided to keep it!
So anyway, I don't own CCS! Enjoy!
"So…. You mean—" Before Syaoran had a chance to talk about my explanation, I parked my car and got out, locking the door behind myself. I so wasn't in the mood to hear what he thought of it. Him not thinking is what got me mad in the first place so I can't imagine what he'll do when he's thinking! Him and his… stupid-ness! Syaoran jumped out and followed me toward the building I was walking to. I walked through the double, transparent doors. It was a restaurant, or more specifically, my working place.
"Ahh, sweet home." I mumbled. No, not really. This place was a living hell! What with all the dirty looks girls give me and the perverted looks guys give me! Then there are those stupid judgmental sophisticated adults who kept looking at me like their royalty and I should bow down to them or something. Well, I don't know about you, but they're just wasting precious face muscle energy because I sure as hell ain't gonna do anything except give them food.
The walls were painted a plain white while the carpet underneath my feet was a dark blue giving the whole place a calm demeanor. The tables were all the same, a nice baby blue and matching velvet seats with white ceiling fans hanging over them a safe distance. I walked through the place packed with people, important looking people. I saw them all give me disapproving looks…. Again.
Fucking judgmental business people! Just because I wear what I wear doesn't mean I'm a bad person!! I think.
"This place looks familiar…" Syaoran said to himself, still following me. He couldn't help but think he was forgetting something important today. The teenage girls who saw Syaoran giggled and whispered to each other smiling. He flashed them a smile before resuming following me. I rolled my eyes as I heard them squeal. Why was he still following me?
"Anyway," He said. "How're you gonna blame me for something I had no control over?"
I walked into the kitchen, took my bag and threw it under the counter and pulled on an apron. "I'm not blaming you. Not exactly anyway. But you allowed yourself to do it. You have as much control as you let yourself have." I sighed.
"What's with that…" He slightly smiled as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Sakura-chan?! You're late!" Tomoyo Daidoji, my best friend, said walking up to the counter. She side glanced at Syaoran, who wasn't really paying attention to anything and was slightly leaning forward for some reason.
"Eh, really? Hmph, I thought I was three minutes early…" I said looking at my watch. I really need to get a better one too. This one is so crappy. "I guess I'll need to get a new watch."
Tomoyo shook her head frantically. "No, no, no! That's not it! You are early." She said as she walked into the kitchen and snapped her fingers infront of Syaoran.
"Syaoran-san! Wake up already!" She yelled at him, loud enough not to disturb the whole restaurant. He snapped out of his trance and turned to Tomoyo. My eye slightly twitched as I stood watching. How did she know him?!
"Ah, sorry, Tomoyo. Were you talking to me?" He asked rubbing the back of his head nervously. How did he know her?!
"Well, not really. But it's not good to lean into stuff like that. So what're you doing here?" She asked. As he was about to speak, her eyes widened as panicked. Oh crap. She was gonna freak out again!
"Oh no! Don't tell me the supervisor is coming!" She exclaimed. Did she just say supervisor? What does that have to do with anythi--!
"You're the supervisor's son?!" I exclaimed.
"Really, I have to say that was a little insulting." Syaoran mumbled. "Yeah, no wonder this place looks so familiar."
My eye twitched. "T-then Tomoyo, you—"
"So is that a yes or a no?" Tomoyo blinked.
"Uh, well," Syaoran started but was interrupted. Tomoyo slapped her hands against her cheeks and ran around, frantically.
"Oh my god! When did this happen? I'm not prepared! I'm gonna be fired for sure! Why do you do this to me God?!" Tomoyo pleaded. Syaoran and I sweat dropped.
"T-Tomoyo-chan, calm down. I don't think that's the reason he came. I hope not atleast." I said, patting her back nervously. She relaxed.
"Oh, Sakura! I forgot. You probably wouldn't know this but this is Syaoran Li! The supervisor's son!" Tomoyo introduced. I glared at Syaoran.
"I know who he is." I said. Syaoran smiled nervously. Tomoyo looked curiously at both of us.
"Um, how? Sakura wasn't here when Syaoran first came to the restaurant, then…?"
"Oh well, you see there was part—" I was interrupted by Syaoran's hand covering my mouth.
"Sakura-chan! Let me talk to you for a moment!" He said, then he grabbed my arm and took me a secluded part of the restaurant. What does he want now?
I leaned against the wall while he just stood infront of me. I raised an eyebrow.
"What now?" I sighed exasperatedly.
"You can't tell her about the party!" He exclaimed. I blinked.
"Why not?"
"My rep will be ruined." He stated.
"What rep?" I asked. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly changed his mind.
"Never mind, you'll find out soon anyway. But, I'll tell you this. You won't ruin my rep… for anything. Or else, I'll cut your paycheck. Understood?" He warned. I gaped at him.
"Wha?! You can't do that! I'm already paid minimum wage. Cut me some slack here! And what do you mean I'll find out soon?"
"Eh, you don't know? That's weird. Oh well. You'll find out!" He smiled childishly at me. I would've been mad except for the fact he was SO CUTE! …I hate him for making me think that.
"It doesn't matter. You can't scare me. Not like you will anyway." I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. He smirked as he put both of his hands on both sides of me.
"Really?"
I dropped my arms as I stared at him, my eyes wide. He's bluffing for sure.
He leaned toward me until our faces were just an inch apart. I fought back a blush but not really doing real good, unfortunately. He's not! Oh no! What am I going to do?! He's trying to do it again! And this time he's sober! AAAHH, the horror! I closed my eyes and calmed down.
I opened my eyes.
"Baka." I simply said as I hit him on the head… hard. He moved back and rubbed his aching spot.
"Ow, what was that for?!" He inquired.
"For trying to kiss me again, perv. Are you seriously my supervisor's son? I thought she had raised you better." I stuck my tongue out at him. He growled at me but quickly smiled again.
"I was obviously bluffing. I saw you blushing though. I guess I'm am appealing to everyone, aren't I?" He smiled innocently. My brow twitched.
"You…. Arrogant… Shut up! I was not blushing! Something must be in your eye… or maybe it was just light from the window!" I mumbled. He just smiled wider and shrugged.
"Whatever. Remember, what I said." He said.
"You mean about the money I rightfully deserve that you are wrongfully trying to take away from me? Oh, I'm not worried about that. 'Cause I've got blackmail on you." I smirked. He looked curiously at me.
"Hmm? Like what?"
"I'm. Not. Telling." I said in a singsong voice. His eyes widened.
"Why not?!" He exclaimed. I smiled faking innocence as I walked back to the kitchen. "Sakura, tell me!"
Back In The Kitchen
So after I came up with some stupid excuse for how we met, Tomoyo seemed to believe it
"Oh… ok then. Sakura hurry up and cook the orders." Tomoyo smiled. I smiled back a little uneasy.
"Hai!" I said. I turned on the stove and got out cooking utensils from a bottom cabinet. Why they have cooking utensils close to the ground where mice and rats can get easy access, I will never know. But I tried asking once. It was silent, for once. It was making me nervous! I mean, I'm always talking to people! Even in the car, I'm talking on the phone. IT'S NOT AS DANGEROUS AS IT SOUNDS ALRIGHT?!
"So, you know Tomoyo?" He asked. I nodded. He snapped his head back as if he just remembered something. I wonder why this place would look familiar to him. No surprise there though, I mean this restaurant is filled with self-centered morons so…
"Yeah. But… how do you know Tomoyo?" I asked curiously. I didn't turn to look at him as I continued cooking. Right now I was cooking beef stew with mashed potatoes and gravy. Then I had to make some ice cream and a whole cake. Not for the same orders but do you know how freakin' long it takes to make those things?! It seems like everyone wants the beef stew or the chocolate cake. So once again, I'll be coming home late.
"Well, Tomoyo's mothe-"
"You say one more word, you're dead to me…" Tomoyo muttered darkly as she walked into the kitchen again.
"Aw, why not? It's not like she'll treat you any differently! She doesn't seem like that type of person! Do you, Sakura?" Syaoran beamed at me childishly. Aw, he looked so adorable! I just wanted to hug him!! …. Ok, I did not just say that. You did not hear me say that (technically, you didn't) so please disregard what you think you heard.
"Well, I… have no idea what you're talking about." I said. Tomoyo sighed in relief.
"And you don't need to." She smiled "But I have a gift for you…"
"What?"
"Orders from tables 1, 6, 3, 10, 4—" Syaoran burst out laughing.
"Alright, alright! I get it!" I huffed. Tomoyo grinned as she handed me a fuck load of papers filled with different orders. I groaned. "Geez, what kind of present is that? Aren't present supposed to be joyful and great?" I mumbled to myself as I got back to work, unfortunately.
Syaoran looked at me as I put on my cute white chef's hat (those things are freakin' awesome, by the way!) then he turned to Tomoyo and they went off somewhere.
"It's not that big a deal. What's wrong with telling her about how you're-" Syaoran started but Tomoyo's hand silenced him.
"Because… I don't wanna take any chances, ok? Please don't tell her!" Tomoyo pleaded. Syaoran sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Sure… but let me tell you, she's gonna find out anyway." He said, smirking at how he knew something she didn't. She looked at him.
"How?"
"I found out something interesting about our school. I'm surprised you didn't know."
"Finished!" I exclaimed. "Thank God! That beef smell was starting to get to me!" I stretched. I just finished making 15 bowls of beef stew! Who knew people would love this stuff so much?!
I rang that little bell that meant that an order was up. I hated yelling that whole, "Order Up!" So I just gave them the whole piece of paper with the orders and table number on it. Yeah, it's very handy plus it doesn't disturb people. Genius! And I came up with it! Ok, that made me sound like I'm stupid.
Suddenly, Tomoyo came running toward me and pulled me into a big hug. Syoaran was trailing behind, his hands in his pockets and smiling.
"U-uh, Tomoyo did something good happen?" I asked. She stopped hugging me and smiled from ear to ear.
"You'll see! Ah, I'm so happy!" Tomoyo smiled then skipped off to order for somewhere. I looked at her.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" I asked. Syaoran shrugged.
"So anyway, about dinner tonight-" Syaoran started.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Oh, don't you know? Touya said I could stay over!" He smiled.
"…. Somehow, I'm a little agitated." I mumbled. His smiling faltered.
"Aw, don't be mad! Atleast you're gonna see my pretty face again!"
My eye twitched. "You rich bastard."
"I guess I'm lucky!" He said hugging me. As much as I didn't love that, I pushed him off.
"Don't get cocky! I still live there and can sue you!"
"Hmm, I wonder how much money should be docked from you're pay?" He wondered out loud. I gaped.
"Ugh… fine." I groaned. Geez, he's just using that minimum wage thing against me... stupid blackmail!
"Good! Now, you need to go meet my mother!" He said suddenly. Man, he is random.
"Uh, why?"
"Because I want you too!"
"But—"
"Paycheck!" He said in a singsong voice.
"Alright already!"
He smiled again and took out his phone…. His expensive looking phone. Rich bastard.
"Mom, where are you? Sakura wants to meet with you now…. Sakura Kinomoto." He said in a professional tone. Ah, he looks so cute when he's serious… I've really got to stop doing that.
"Really?! Well, send her over already, Xiao Lang! Oh, I can't wait!" Syaoran winced as he held the phone away from his ear at arm's length.
"Hai." He said then he closed his phone. I stared at him.
"I'm guessing she wants to see me?" I asked. He nodded.
"She really likes you. So yeah, she's in her office."
I nodded. As I walked toward Syaoran's mother's office, I felt doubt.
What if she doesn't like me?! What if she docks my check?! What if she fires me?!
After a few minutes of panicking outside her door, I realized I was hyperventilating.
I calmed down and opened the office door, poking my head in slowly.
"Hello in here…" I whispered. There was nobody there… Then suddenly, IT appeared.
"Welcome to my office… MUAHAHA!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
AHAHAHA! That was funny! And fun to write! I've got nothing else to say!
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