A/N: Hi, there! It's been a busy week, but thank you all for the nice reviews and I'm really glad you like this story!

I was quite surprised of what you thought about who Syaoran's date would be. Well… you'll see what happens here.

Read on!


Summary: Meet Sakura Kinomoto; idealistic office worker in the Tokyo Journal Company, who's life starts getting complicated just for the simple trouble of delivering a termination notice to the company's loved sweet-maker. And who's needed when there's an unfair situation to handle? The one and only; Syaoran Li, lawyer. And what will develop between those two who are obviously made for each other? SxS

Genres: Humor, Romance, little Drama.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Card Captor Sakura characters at all, and the plot of the story isn't exactly mine either, except some parts I'll go changing or some ideas I'll drop here and there.


b o y – m e e t s – g i r l
c h a p t e r – s e v e n


Sakura's Point of View:

Why is it that every time I see Syaoran Li I manage to make a total and complete ass of myself? If I'm not dribbling along about chicken in garlic sauce, I'm dealing with my lunatic ex-boyfriend or acting like I know something about art and classical music, when clearly, CLEARLY, I do not.

And he looks SO nice, too. I mean, really, really, really nice, in his tuxedo. He looks SKIBOY nice. Seriously, even Skiboy's shoulders paled in comparison to Syaoran Li's.

Now close up that mouth of yours, Sakura…!

"What are you doing here?" he flashed me his amused billion-dollar smile, and I found myself at the brink of totally swooning. "I would've thought a girl like you would have something better to do than hang at a thing like this." He said it like I was too glam for this place, or something!

Ha, I wish, I thought, as I told him I'd just come to keep Meiling company, since she had an extra ticket.

He looked around for Meiling, but of course she had gone off with Skiboy. The two of them are behind the cellist with their hands down each other's pants.

And then, me, idiot girl I am, I can't leave it at that. Oh, no. I keep foaming away at the mouth.

"Oh, yes, well," I started, "Meiling and I; we go way back. In fact, right now we're roomies, can you believe it?"

"Roomies?" he smiled in that amused way he always does again, "Really? How did that happen?"

"Well, you know, I'm between apartments right now, and Meiling, she has that pig penthouse, up on Blue Lily and I don't know, she asked and I jumped…"

LAME LAME LAME LAME. I'm sure the Praying Mantis (Syaoran's date) is a better conversationalist. At least until she bites his head off after they're done mating (it's what praying mantises that do this, right?).

"Well, it's probably good you're in the penthouse." He said, seemingly interested in all that babbling. "That way your musical friend might find it a little harder to serenade you. Since you don't seem to find his serenades all that appealing."

Koji! God, I'd manage to forget all about Koji. I'd managed to forget for a minute there that the last time I saw this man; I was begging the Tokyo Police Department not to use their nightsticks on my psychotic ex.

"Oh," I said, trying to sound all—what's the word? Je ne sais quoi, I guess. I'm sure Praying Mantis would know. "That, yes. Thanks so much for your help with that, by the way. Um, Koji and I, we, well, we broke up, and he's not… taking it well." God, could I sound any more stupid?

"So I gathered." He went, "Listen, if you need anything, any kind of legal help with that—a restraining order or something—"

Oh, my God! He wants to help me get a restraining order! Against Koji! I mean, I probably should. Only I don't want Koji to go to jail. I just want him to go away.

But still. Like if I ever needed a restraining order, I'd go to HIM! I mean, Li Company Attorneys at Law charge like five hundred bucks an hour, or something. Maybe even more. I could use up my entire savings account for what this guy charges in three hours.

And I swear to God, there I was, standing there thinking, If I don't take him up on his offer, he'll think maybe I'm not serious about breaking up with Koji, and then he'll never ask me out.

Syaoran, I mean.

Yeah. That's what I was thinking. About Syaoran Li. While I was standing there talking to him at an opening to which he had CLEARLY BROUGHT A LONG, BLONDE, SLINKY DATE! Who was staring right at me from over by the Ingres (which she did not exactly resemble, if you get my drift. I wonder if Ingres used praying mantis as models for his subjects)!

God, I am pathetic. Give me a guy in a tux—even a guy who is clearly taken—and all I can seem to think is about sharing the Sunday Times and strolls through Lake Park.

So then, just to make things REALLY awkward and lame, I laughed all breezily and went, "Well, you know I'm on human-resources-department salary, I really doubt I could afford you."

GOODNESS!

"I'd be happy to do it at no charge." He said, ALMOST making my mouth drop open again. "Why don't you stop by my office on Monday and we'll talk about it? Say, lunchtime?" Then, he added, "I know a place for chicken in garlic sauce."

This time, my mouth did drop open, slightly (thankfully—hopefully only slightly).

For a minute I was so shocked I just stood there staring at him. I was trying to figure out what to do—whirl around and make a beeline for the door, or tell him where to get off—when it was like he realized I wasn't laughing and he poked my arm and went, "Whoa, joke. That was a joke. What, they don't joke in human resources?"

Not necessarily…

But the thing is; the last thing I want to do is fall for a lawyer. And I seriously don't want to get a restraining order against Koji—I mean, he isn't a threat to me—my ego, maybe, but not my life or anything like that.

But Syaoran just smiled so nicely when he said the word joke, and he seemed sincerely wanting to help me, and, well, he poked me. Like a friendly poke. How many lawyers give people friendly pokes? I mean, really?

And I will admit that maybe of all that—and the fact that the Praying Mantis was glaring so hard at me—caused me to, I don't know, loose my head all of a sudden. Because the next thing I know, I'm promising him I would do it, I would have lunch with him on Monday, even though he's a lawyer and his brother is the most heinous man in the world and he has a seven-feet-tall, hundred-pound girlfriend already and the A.D. SPECIFICALLY SAID I WAS NOT TO SEE SYAORAN LI AGAIN UNLESS SHE WAS PRESENT!

Except that I'm not meeting him about Ms. Mizuki. I'm meeting him about Koji. Which is, you know, totally un-work-related. Well, except for when Koji shows up at my workplace with a bouquet and a new song for me. But whatever.

I just think that it's the sweetest thing—I mean, this very high-powered lawyer, offering to help me with my stupid, boring problem…

Well, I practically started crying right there on the spot. If he was offered me a lease on a studio apartment for nice fifty a month, utilities included, within walking distance of my office, I could not have been more touched.

And then of course, I had to go and ruin the moment by saying, "Well, okay, yeah…" and then because he was still standing there and I was still standing there and Miss Praying Mantis in a Dior wrap-around evening dress was also still standing there, having seen the whole think—you know, her date making a date with me, even though it wasn't really a date, because it was lunch, and work-related—for him, anyway—I couldn't just leave it, I had to be all, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Syaoran looked kind of startled—like he'd forgotten she was even here. "Oh, of course. Izumi, this is Sakura Kinomoto. I'm working with her on a breach-of-contract arbitration. Sakura, this is Izumi Ota."

Then the Praying Mantis came slinking over and stuck her creepy overlong Ingres-like hand at me and said, "So nice to meet you. You must be Substantiated Oil, then."

Is that an insult?!

"Um, no," I smiled sheepishly, "The Tokyo Journal, actually. Syaoran—I mean, Mr. Li—I mean Syaoran—is helping us with a wrongful termination suit."

The Praying Mantis just looked and me, "Breach of contract, you mean. There is no wrongful termination in the state of Tokyo." Then she looked at Syaoran beneath her eyelashes—she must have spent a fortune at them because they were super long—and then there was one of those embarrassing silences.

That made me wish I hadn't drunk so much champagne, because suddenly I got a very bad headache, which I guess Syaoran must have noticed, since he started looking concerned and asked, "Are you alright, Sakura?"

I said I am, because, you know, you have to lie about that kind of thing, and then, to deflect the attention off me, I asked him how his family liked Midori, although I almost called her the A.D.

"Uh, everyone seems to like her just fine," he said. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Just peachy," I forced out a tight smile. I can't believe those words came out of my mouth. But there they were, floating like a bubble over my head, like in a Peanuts cartoon. It was as though even Izumi Ota was stretching her Praying Mantis neck to look at them.

That only made my headache ten times worse, and the damn atmosphere didn't help much, either.

Suddenly it was like a nuclear bomb when off inside my head, because who should I see standing not twenty feet away but Xing Huang Li and the A.D!!

I about swallowed my tongue. If the A.D. caught me fraternizing with Syaoran, after expressly forbidding me from doing so, I would be demoted to the mailroom quicker than you could say Staff Assistance Program…

I don't think Syaoran saw them, but he saw my face, which was probably looking freaked beyond belief or something…

"Sakura, you look done for." He suddenly said, "Let me get your coat and a cab home. Izumi can tell Meiling you decided to go on home without her."

To which Izumi replied, looking more like a Praying Mantis tan ever, "Yes, of course I will."

"No," I insisted, "It's alright," but he got my coat tag from me. I have to say, I didn't exactly fight him on the whole getting-me-out-of-there, and-fast thing.

We managed to slip right by the A.D. without her even noticing, since she was busy picking at a hors d'ouevre and I think mentally tabulating how long she'd have to work out on her treadmill before she's burn off all the calories in it.

The next thing I know, Syaoran and I were standing in the drizzle in front of the Museum, and he was flagging down a cab for me.

"It must be the champagne," I said lamely, because I didn't want to admit that it was the sight of my boss that had caused me to go green around the gills. Since, after all, my boss is his future sister-in-law, and even if he will eventually find out for himself how heinous she is, I can't be the one to tell him. "Really, I'm not used to it. And Meiling and I went on a run around the reservoir today. And I'm not used to that either, so… it must have been the champagne." God, I still manage to babble out something when I'm having a killer headache.

"Really?" he inquired, "I thought it was the crowd. I can't stand all the glad-handing."

The cab pulled up, and Syaoran opened the door for me, put me inside, and told the driver where to go.

"See you on Monday, Sakura." He gave a last smile as I smiled back gratefully at him.

"See you on Monday. And thanks again." Was all I had time to say before he shut the door on me. Then the driver started to take me home.

Now I'm going to be alone at Meiling's penthouse. Maybe she and Skiboy won't come back tonight, they'll probably go to his place. Though I can't imagine Skiboy's place is any better than Meilings—and I'm wondering to myself…

Well, just how did Syaoran Li know Meiling's exact address, anyway? Because he did—he gave it to the cab driver.

I wonder if HE ever wandered around this place in his tightie whities.

No, surely not. He is definitely a boxers man.


Other E-mails Meanwhile
Normal Point of View:

To: Syaoran Li
From: Izumi Ota
Subject: You little waif

Well, haven't you gone all Galahad. Your little Lady Elaine is adorable. But you ought to tell her it isn't good form to leave the ball before midnight. She missed all the fireworks between you and Xing Huang. What WAS he so upset about?

I can't say much about that creature she's marrying. She looks like somebody shoved up a Mona Lisa up her ass.

When you can drag yourself away from Cinderella, sweet prince, do you think you could give me a call about the case?

Izumi

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To: Syaoran Li
From: Michio & Rei (A/N: Shiefa's kids.)
Subject: You

Uncle Syaoran! We had fun yesterday. You should come over more often. We really liked how red you made Uncle Xing's face, when he was yelling at you in the garage. Can you do that again, next time you come?

So Uncle Xing is marrying that lady? Mom says she's going to be our aunt Midori. She's okay, except she wouldn't try any peanut butter M&M chocolate chip fudge cookies. They were good—you ate five, remember? But she said she was on a special diet, and couldn't eat something called carbs. We told her we didn't put any carbs in our cookies, just M&Ms, but she said M&Ms were carbs.

Uncle Syaoran, what's carbs?

Well, that's all. Thank you for the Barbie video, we put it on turned up REAL loud this morning, just like you said. You were right: Daddy does look funny when he runs downstairs screaming with his hair all standing up.

Love,
Michio and Rei
(and Little Shoji, too little to work the computer)

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To: Syaoran Li
From: Shiefa Li-Matsumoto
Subject: You

Heard from Xingy this morning. He says he saw you at the museum last night with Izumi Ota. Tell me you two are not dating again. I thought you guys figured out you were completely incompatible way back in 9th grade, when she deflowered you behind the pool house.

Naughty.

Shiefa

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To: Shiefa Li-Matsumoto
From: Syaoran Li
Subject: Izumi

What Izumi and I did or did not do in that pool house is none of your concern. I went to the opening the other night because her current flame—some investment banker—is out of town, and she asked me to go with her, and I thought, why not? I like art as much as the next guy.

So tell Mom not to get her hopes up. There's not going to be any double wedding for me and Xing.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a week's worth of Travel Channel to catch up with.

The Fucker


"Hi, you've reached Sakura and Koji. We can't come to the phone right now, so at the tone, please leave a message, and we'll get back to you. Thanks!

"(Beep)"

"Hi, Sakura! It's Mom again! You never returned my call. I just wanted to let you know, Fujitaka and I are in Cambodia. Cambodia, Thailand. Oh, it's just lovely here, you and Koji have to come visit us sometime. The place is so—

"H-Hello?"

"Hello? Koji? Is that you? It's Nadeshiko, Koji."

"Oh, Mrs. Kinomoto. Hey, how's it going."

"Did I wake you, Koij? I'm so sorry. The time difference… Let's see… it should be… three in the afternoon there. Koji, what are you still doing in bed at three in the afternoon?"

"I had a gig last night. I didn't get home till five."

"Oh, I see. Well, is Sakie there? Let me talk to Sakura, and you can go back to sleep."

"Mrs. K., Sakura moved out."

"What?"

"Yeah, like a month ago."

"Sakura moved OUT?"

"Yeah. I thought… you mean, you haven't heard from her?"

"No. No, not since Korea. Right, Fujitaka? Didn't we talk to Sakura in Seoul? But that was only last week, and she didn't say anything about—"

"She probably didn't want to worry you."

"Oh. Oh dear, you're probably right. Well, what happened, Koji? Did you two have a fight?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I don't know. She started talking all crazy about marriage, and wasting the best years of her life, and wanting a commitment and shit. But you know, Mrs. K. I gotta take it one day at a time."

"Well, of course you do, Koji. You don't want to be tied down, any more than I want to be tied down, or Fujitaka. That's why we're sailing across East Asia, never staying in any one place too long. But you know, Sakura's always been a little on the conventional side. She never liked it when we traveled, not even the time we went to Disneyworld in L.A."

"Yeah, she said she wouldn't go on tour with us. If we get a tour, I mean."

"Hmmm. That sounds like Sakura. Well, tell you what, Koji. Give me her number. Is she staying with Tomoyo? I'll give her a call—"

"She was staying with Tomoyo. But Tomoyo said she moved out. So now I don't know where she's staying."

"Wait a minute. You don't know where Sakura is?"

"No. And Tomoyo won't tell me. On account on how I did something kinda dumb the other day. I mean, I thought it was the kinda thing Sakura'd want me to do, kinda romantic and shit. But I guess she didn't think it was so romantic, since she had 'em call the cops on me…"

"Just give me Tomoyo's number, Koji. I'm sure Tomoyo'll tell me where Sakura is staying. And Koji, really, try not to take this too personally. You and Sakura were meant for each other. I mean, you haven't been together for five years for nothing, now, have you?"

"Nah, I guess not. Okay. Tomoyo's number is 412-1324. And Mrs. K.?"

"Yes, Koji?"

"If you talk to Sakura, tell her… tell her I love her. I mean, I can't be who she wants be to be—'cause I can only be myself, you know? But I still love her."

"Of course I'll tell her, Koji. That is just so sweet—"

"And can you ask her where she put the coffee filters? 'Cause like, we can't find 'em anywhere. We've been using a pair of socks, and socks don't make real good coffee filters, it turns out."

"Of course I'll ask her, Koji. Love you. Buh-bye!"

"Bye."


Back to E-mails:

To: Sakura Kinomoto
From: Tomoyo Daidouji-Hiiragizawa
Subject: Your Mother

Bad news: your mom just called. She finally reached Dale, and he told her you two split up. She sounds really upset. I told her I don't have your number, but that I could get it. I said I left it at work. A little fib, I know, but hey, it doesn't hurt anyone, and it buys you some time.

So. What do you want me to do? I tried calling you, but the line's been busy for hours. What are you guys doing over there? Pranking all the eligible bachelors in Tokyo?

T

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To: Tomoyo Daidouji-Hiiragizawa
From: Sakura Kinomoto
Subject: My mom

Aaaargh. I knew she'd figure it out sooner or later. She LOVES Koji. I am never going to hear the end of this one.

I had to take the phone off the hook, because Meiling and Skiboy are still asleep. Or at least, they're still in her bedroom. With the door closed.

Whatever, you don't have to give her this number. She can call me at work tomorrow. I mean, now that the cat's out of the bag.

So. Did you and Eriol have fun without me this weekend?

--

To: Tomoyo Daidouji-Hiiragizawa
From: Sakura Kinomoto
Subject: Takuya T Alert!!

Takuya just came in! I'm serious! And Meiling is still in bed with Skiboy! I'm doing my best to distract him—he seemed a little surprised to see me here—but I'm running out of stuff to do. I already showed him how I can play "Slave for U" on Meiling's grand.

Now he's poking around, looking for the mail. Any second now, he's going to burst in on Meiling, and then there'll be murdered Skiboy everywhere! Or at least an awkward silence. What do I—

Too late.

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RE: Takuya T Alert!!
From: Tomoyo Daidouji-Hiiragizawa

DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING HERE!! WHAT HAPPENED??

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RE: Takuya T Alert!!
From: Sakura Kinomoto

Well. Guess what? It turns out Skiboy is MY boyfriend. Who knew?

At least, that's Meiling's story, and she seems to be sticking to it.

Though what MY boyfriend was doing in MEILING's shower is a mystery—but apparently not one Takuya Tachibana feels necessary to get to the bottom of. He and Meiling are currently snuggled up on the couch, reading the Sunday Times and making fun of it. Skiboy kept shooting them dirty looks until I finally told him I had to go to Pilates (!) and kissed him good-bye.

I don't know how much longer I can take this. I mean, Takuya Tachibana OWNS my place of work. Can I really go around lying to him like this?

I guess, for free rent, it's a small price to pay…

TTYL
Sakura


To: Sakura Kinomoto
From: Koji Kamuya
Subject: Us

Hey. Etsuo's brother is letting me borrow his computer. I'm still allowed to e-mail you, aren't I? I mean, I know you won't take my calls. And I guess you don't like me dropping by your office, either.

But the thing is, Sakura, I gotta talk to you. I mean, this is really messed up. I'm not used to not having you around. It's like… weird.

And okay, I know I screwed things up, but I think you're being a little harsh with this whole moving out thing. I mean, come on, Sakura. You're my—what's it called—my lodestone. I can't think about anything but you. It fully blows. I mean, remember when we were back in Tomoeda and we were all dreaming about coming to Tokyo, how great it was going to be, and all? Well, I realize it didn't turn out to be all that great, but Sakura, it still can be. Tomorrow the guys and I are signing our record deal. We're gonna be RICH, Sakura. But it's like I can't even get jazzed about the bling, because you won't be there to help me spend it.

I know I can't give you what you want, Sakura, but we could still have a really, really, really good time. I mean, the record company, they own a place in Baha. BAHA, babe! Think about it.

Well, anyway. That's it. Peace out, and don't let the man keep you down.

Koji

--

To: Koji Kamuya
From: Sakura Kinomoto
Subject: You

Touchstone, not lodestone. Baja, not Baha. And you can't spend bling. Bling is what you spend money on.

Koji, trust me on this. I have come to the conclusion that I am just not cut out to be a rock musician's girlfriend. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be instead. But I'm pretty sure it doesn't involve going to Baja. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is. The sooner you accept that and move on, the happier you'll be, Koji.

Love,
Sakura


Back to Sakura's Point of View:

To: Sakura Kinomoto
From: Midori Hasaya
Subject: Dress Code

Sakura, as I'm sure you're aware, we at the Journal do try to maintain a professional demeanor.

That said, I don't feel that skirt you're wearing this morning is quite an appropriate length for the office. Please see that it is taken out of the weekly rotation from this day forward.

Midori Hasaya
Director
Human Resources
The Tokyo Journal
216 W. 57
th Street, Tokyo
090-168-900

This e-mail is intended only for the use of the individual to which it is addressed and may contain information that is privileged and confidential. If you are not the intended recipient, you are hereby notified that you have received this transmission in error; any review, dissemination, distribution, or copying of this transmission is prohibited. If you have received this communication in error, please notify us immediately by reply e-mail and delete this message and all of its attachments.

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Oh, my God. You've got to be kidding me.

It's only five inches above my knee and it's NOTHING compared to Meiling's usual wear!

GemBlossom: The A.D. says my skirt is not appropriate officewear!

AmethystPrincess: NO!! What is wrong with that skirt? I'll admit, it's a bit on the short side, but I think you look adorable! The A.D. is just jealous because she doesn't have the guts—or the imagination—to wear anything shorter than knee length.

Haah. True.

GemBlossom: Either that or she just straight-out hates me. Meiling loaned this skirt to me. It's Dolce and Gabbana! Suede!

AmethystPrincess: I know how you are about suede. And joy of joys, no one has peed on that one. Unless Skiboy… No, that is going too far. Any particular reason you are clad in Meiling-wear today? Or did she stop you at the door and force it on you?

I blushed at my own reason. Well, it's true she lend it for me… I TECHNICALLY didn't really ask for it…

GemBlossom: Well, I AM having lunch with Syaoran Li. But it is a BUSINESS lunch.

AmethystPrincess: I have bad news for you. That isn't a very businessy skirt. Are you sure Meiling got the part about its being a business lunch?

GemBlossom: I explained to her that Syaoran and I are meeting to discuss taking out a restraining order against Koji—

AmethystPrincess: Oh. Well, in that case, it all makes sense. That looks like a restraining-order skirt if I ever saw one. But back to this lunch. When did this happen?

Right… I didn't tell her that Syaoran asked me out. Well, not exactly ask out, since it's just lunch for business matters of Koji and all… Oh my God… it is kind-of-sort-of a date…

GemBlossom: Oh. When I saw him Saturday night at the opening.

AmethystPrincess: Describe.

GemBlossom: Nothing to describe. He was there with a girl. A very pretty girl. She looked like a praying mantis.

A pretty creepy, tall one.

AmethystPrincess: Oh. Still, he's having lunch with you, not her.

GemBlossom: A BUSINESS lunch.

AmethystPrincess: Ergo, that ultra-businessy skirt.

I'm having a very bad feeling about this…

GemBlossom: SHUT UP! Is it really that slutty? Will you trade skirts with me?

AmethystPrincess: Are you kidding me? Then I'll have to take a restraining order out against Ryu the copy guy. Hey, did you get a load of the A.D.'s earings?

GemBlossom: Yes. They are blinding me. A gift from Xing, perhaps?

I have to admit, I'm quite jealous of her, having a fiancé that will give her expensive gifts and all, but I'd definitely not want to have Xing at all.

AmethystPrincess: You know it. I can't believe he's giving her that kind of stuff, and they aren't even married yet. It's not even her birthday!

GemBlossom: I know, even though he's a total ego-maniac, he's sweet to his fiancée, who doesn't even deserve it.

AmethystPrincess: Yeah. Anyways, how was the apartment hunting?

Here comes the pessimism…

GemBlossom: Well, if I had ten grand in my savings account for first and last month's rent plus a security deposit, I'd be golden. But since I don't, I guess it's just going to have to be me, Meiling, Takuya, and Skiboy. At least until I get my tax refund—and the lease runs out on my place with Koji, and I get my half of the deposit back. And I'm able to hock one pair of peed-on suede boots and my very valuable collected works of the Bangles.

AmethystPrincess: Ouch. You know there's always room at Chez Daidouji.

GemBlossom: Thanks. You're the best. I—

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Uh-oh, phone call. More later.

"Hello?" I answered my phone.

"Sakura!" It's my mom, "What is this I hear of you moving out on Koji?!"

I groaned inwardly. Great, now she's going to nag me about it… Why does she love him so much?!

"Mom…" I sighed, frustrated already, "It just didn't work out with him,"

"But it worked all these five years!" she exclaimed, "Why not anymore? Well, you're pressuring about marriage, and he's a musician! He has to decide to be ready!"

I scowled and set the phone down, letting her nag until she was done, because I'm not hearing any of this. I thought mothers were supposed to be sweet and supportive, and love you unconditionally.

In fact, I distinctly remember Professor Hiroshi telling us that mothers are the ONLY people who can be counted on for unconditional love. So how come MY mother, instead feeling badly for me that my boyfriend refuses to commit, is yelling at ME for putting too much pressure on him?

I swear to God, my own mother likes my ex more than she likes me…

"Are you listening, Sakura?!" she heard her yell.

"Yes, Mom…" I murmured into the phone, "But it isn't because I want to be married that I broke up with Koji. It's because if he doesn't love me enough to want to marry me, then he doesn't love me at all. Or enough."

"Well, you know that he has lots of gigs, and the stress with the studio!"

Oh, God. I hate talking to my mother on this kind of thing. She always goes against me.

… … …

"Right… Bye, Mom."

Sigh. Can't believe how complicated is.

AmethystPrincess: Hey, Sakura. Shouldn't you be meeting your lunch date round about now? It's almost 12:30.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! I'm late!!


A/N: Whoo! This one's done finally, and Syaoran has officially asked Sakura out! Even though they say it's just LUNCH, it's still technically a date, isn't it?

Well, let's see what mess or not mess the date will be! I'm telling you, it's going to be hilarious, again. Let's see, though, how Sakura and Syaoran will end up after that.

Ha hah, I can't wait for it either.

Anyways, please forgive any mistakes of content, grammar, whatever, I just finished typing this and wanted to post it fast. I'm not all too good with catching my own mistakes of content.

PLEASE REVIEW AND MAKE MY DAY!!