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I was thunderstruck.

In such a place as the shopping center, one should be speechless. The magnificent shops, the enormous food court and the perfect place for hanging out with friends were all combined to create what is known as the mall. One could stay here for hours.

Or at least, someone who went by the name of Tomoyo Daidouji could.

Stores of clothing were located at every corner. Displays of gadgets and computer technology at Sharper Image and such were just in front of me. Dazzling high heels and shiny sandals could be in seen in some of the shops' windows.

I was horrified.

While many females considered this… this place to be a sanctuary for the ultimate shopping spree, I find it rather… an abomination.

I hated the mall. I really just despised it from top floor to bottom.

I was never much of a girly girl. And the last bit of girly girl part of me was shredded by my best friend Tomoyo-chan.

How? Everyone knew she was a worshiper to the latest styles, so how was it possible that she, of all women, could erase the minor part of me that enjoys fashion, too?

Simple. I had already gotten an introduction to the fashion world. I mean, come on. I am a girl.

Tomoyo-chan merely enhanced it with brand named clothing lines, designer what-nots, and make-up tips. Oh, it made my heart leap with joy. So much joy I would probably die from the suffocation.

The terror still continued to this day. And probably until I receive my death certificate, too.

Sigh.

Today was a most unfortunate day. I was at the mall. Again.

Just peachy.

Good thing I wasn't alone with Tomoyo-chan this time. I have Syaoran-kun and Eriol-kun. Ha ha! Tomoyo-chan always believed the more was the merrier.

"Hey Sakura-chan? Which do I look better in? The boot cut jeans earlier or the capris I am wearing right now?"

I was hearing a voice calling to me. It sounded so faraway with me babbling away in my mind.

"Sakura-chan? Hello? Earth to Sakura-chan!"

The voice seemed to be getting angrier.

"Sakura-chan? Sakura! Listen to me, woman!"

Man. That voice was really annoying.

"You know. She's not going to snap out of it like that."

"Can you do better, huh! I need to find out which outfit makes me look better!"

These people knew my name. They sounded so distant.

"Okay. Fine. Watch me."

This voice wasn't as nagging as the other one.

I suddenly felt the pressure of someone's lips. His tongue begged for entrance and for some odd reason, I didn't stop him.

Syaoran-kun. Ah shoot.

My mind soon started working again and I immediately broke away.

There you have it. My eyes opened and there was Syaoran. His face was only a few centimeters away.

I then did what everyone else in a situation like this would do.

"HHHHHHOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEE!"

Okay. Maybe not everyone.

I blinked and looked around me. I was sitting on a chair in a changing room hallway. I was still at the mall.

Next to me, was Eriol-kun sitting on a chair with an amused smile. Behind Syaoran-kun was Tomoyo-chan wearing capris that did not go with the rest of her outfit.

Silence for a full 10 seconds.

Then, Eriol-kun started laughing.

"Awww, Syaoran-kun! If you told me you were going to do that, at least let me get my camera first!" whined Tomoyo-chan.

Ah hah! The identity of the nagging voice was identified.

My vocabulary must search for new words.

And there sat Syaoran-kun in front of me on the ground.

With his infamous smirk.

"Still a no on my offer?" asked Syaoran-kun.

He sounded like a salesman.

I stuck my tongue at him.

"Tomoyo, I don't recommend the capris you're wearing," I said trying to change the subject.

She smiled and nodded. I took that as a way of saying 'okay.' She changed back to her clothes and took a pair of boot cut jeans. Tomoyo-chan then grabbed my hand and we headed towards the cashier.

"So, is he a good kisser?" she asked while we were walking.

I nearly fainted. That was most certainly one of the most unusual ways to start up a conversation.

"Tomoyo-chan!" I almost shouted.

She giggled. "Well, is he?"

I slightly nodded.

Tomoyo-chan squealed. I sometimes wondered whether she had a brain inside her head.

"You guys hooked up? Why didn't you tell me Sakura-chan? Oh! Maybe we should double-date sometime. You know! Eriol-kun and I with you and Syaoran-kun?" jabbered Tomoyo-chan.

"We are not hooking up."

Tomoyo-chan's face became disappointed.

"But don't you like him?"

I blushed.

"I don't know."

And amazingly, that was the truth.

She mouthed an 'o' while paying for her clothes.

"Come on. Let's go meet up with Eriol-kun and Syaoran-kun. I feel like going to a park," declared Tomoyo-chan.

First, shopping at a mall and now I have to exercise at a park?

She might as well kill me, too.

We quickly found Eriol-kun and Syaoran-kun and Tomoyo-chan's limo soon arrived.

My time spent during the limo's ride can be described by the following words:

Completely silent.

My mind was drowning in too many thoughts to talk.

"But don't you like him?"

I glanced over at Syaoran-kun.

He was staring out at the window. He seemed very calm and peaceful at the moment while gazing at the scenery.

I stopped glancing at him. I was now staring at him.

Syaoran-kun just looked so content and without a care in the world.

I saw him unexpectedly turned his head around and into my direction.

His amber eyes were spellbinding and charming.

"But don't you like him?"

I immediately looked away.

The car came to a halt.

We all got out.

"Hey Eriol-kun? Sweetie, let's go get some ice cream!"exclaimed Tomoyo-chan. She pulled Eriol-kun to the ice cream stand leaving me with Syaoran-kun.

But just as she was about to leave, she whispered, "Take a chance, Sakura-chan. You don't find guys like him often."

Tomoyo-chan winked and continued on her journey to the sweet ice cream.

She had the mind of a mad woman.

Syaoran-kun sat on a bench. Maybe I should join him.

Hmmn…

Well…

…

Nah.

"But don't you like him?"

"Take a chance."

"You don't find guys like him often."

The day Tomoyo-chan has a sore throat and is unable to speak is the day I will be happy.

Until then, I must take her advice before her words drive me insane.

I took a seat on the bench and sat next to Syaoran-kun.

"Hey," I greeted nervously.

"Hi, Sakura-chan," he smiled.

Smiling will only make this worse.

"Um… can I ask you a question, Syaoran-kun?"

"Sure," he said while raising an eyebrow.

"Well… ah… what was it like in Hong Kong?" I asked.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Absolutely stupid me.

"It was cool," he replied. I could tell his interest in this conversation was disappearing.

He seemed ready to leave.

"Wait! Uh… that wasn't what I was going to ask you," I said quickly.

My blush was turning redder by the second.

He looked at me again. "Then, what are you going to ask me?"

He was becoming very confused.

"Ah… how do you feel about women making the first move?" I asked.

No. No. No.

"Uh… depends on who," he answered. He sensed something was fishy.

Depends. That's good enough with me.

I scooted closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I leaned in until my face was right in front of him.

"How about me?" I asked.

Without waiting for him to answer, I leaned in closer and kissed him.

I felt his arms wrapped around my waist.

He didn't stop me as I slipped my tongue into his mouth.

I think that was a yes.

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There! Ah ha! Reviews please!

p.s. this ain't the end yet. I still have a lot of chapters ahead. Mwa hahahahaha. P.G.O.T.H. still has to make an entrance and Sakura still hasn't found out about Syaoran being her old best friend.

I promise I shall update soon!