Well, it's nearly the end of the school year and I'm getting suffocated by the mass amounts of homework. We just finished an English report on a job that we're interested in! I'm lucky! I'm one of about 30 percent of my class of 250 that got their job. I was so nervous at my interview and it wasn't even real. But, hey, at least I was prepared. I wanted to be a violinist. How exciting!

I'm bored out of my mind right now and I can't get onto to read stories so I decided it would be best if I wrote mine (like I'm supposed to anyways). I hope it goes well. At least this time I remember where I left off at the last chapter, not that I know what chapter number it was or what it was named. Don't tell anyone!

Okay, I'm going to dedicate this chapter to a reviewer. RUKZ has reviewed first for almost all of my chapters and we actually have the ability to hold normal conversations. I think she was also the first reviewer to tell me that I needed to work on something, wwwaaayyy back in the first chapter. Really, guys, you CAN tell me to work on stuff! Love you all! (Especially RUKZ) SyaoranFan001

Chapter 10: Crumpled Clothes, Acting, and Steve

Syaoran's P.O.V.

Morning came sooner than it should have. Not that I was sleeping well or anything. I hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, I felt so bad about Sakura's getting hurt and all. She's fine with it, she's not mad at me or anything-I don't think…I hope not…I don't know…never mind, she is probably totally pissed at me. I bet she'll eat me!

When we got back last night, it was kind of late, but Touya was up because he was afraid for Sakura when he found out that she and I had both headed off somewhere with no parental supervision. Seriously, I'm so glad that he will never be related to me…I don't think I could stand that. (AN: . )

I spent the whole night next to Sakura's bed. I didn't sleep a bunch, but she took some medicine that made her fall asleep in my arms before I could even get her up the stairs. Everyone but Touya was asleep when we arrived and luckily he was pretty quiet. He threatened and all but he was self-conscious so as not to wake anyone. Thank God for that!

Sakura's really funny in her sleep. She makes all these really cute noises and stuff. Like little sniffs and miniature snores and all. They're adorable, really, but I still totally wish that I could blackmail her with this. However, I'm not that cruel, I wouldn't do that to-never mind, yeah, I would! Okay, so maybe I'm being too dramatic, but still, I'm sure that if I hadn't been the reason she was in bed with that swollen ankle, I would be blackmailing her right about now.

I looked on her nightstand and found this slip of paper stuck near her phone. She had all these numbers on it, and these funny abbreviations to tell her whose number it was and what phone of theirs it called. Like "TMYO HM…TMYO CL…ERL HM…ERL CL…" Wait, that's Eriol's home phone number. And his cell number too. And come to think of it, isn't that Daidouji's number? Why does Sakura have these numbers? Wait…Daidouji's mom was related to Sakura's mom, who knew my mom, who knew Eriol's mom, who…oh my god, we're all oddly connected, or something!

Then that time my mom keeps telling me about when Nadeshiko's daughter came to visit and she and I blew up pine cones and army men in the sand box…that girl was Sakura…oh, shit, I hope she doesn't know. I was a very…um…stupid child.

But if you didn't know, pine cones blow up really nicely. All that you have to do is stick some dynamite into the spaces of a pine cone and light it up! They burn just as nicely, in like, a fire or something. And the army men are fun to blow up because they seem really…military…and stuff. And little plastic dinosaurs and sandbox toys (Mom was mad at me for that one!), and sand, and…and…yeah…I'm an idiot.

Sakura's P.O.V.

I'm a genius; I know…! I'm awake. I've been awake for, like, an hour. And I refuse to talk to Syaoran, so I'm pretending to be asleep so I won't have to!

I peeked carefully between my eyelids; peering as well as I could through my eyelashes. It's not easy, so don't laugh at the fact that I probably look really, really dumb right now!

Syaoran was still there, of course, looking at me. I made a few noises that I know I must make in my sleep so that he would think I was deeply asleep still. I need him to leave, because I'm hungry. I can't eat in front of him, it freaks me out. He smiled and looked away to my nightstand. I didn't really care, because all the personal stuff on the thing was a piece of paper with some phone numbers on it. He wouldn't know any of them.

Come on, doesn't this guy ever need to move? I mean, his ass has been glued to that chair for hours! Doesn't he ever need to pee or anything? EWW! Bad picture, sorry.

He looked back at me and sighed. He looked so tired and cute.

No, not cute, just tired.

My stomach growled and he chuckled just enough to bring a smile to his flawless face. It was the first time I'd ever really seen him smile.

"You know, you're really bad at acting; it's not a career you should look into."

I growled deep in my throat and rolled over so he was looking at my back and humph-ed. He laughed again, louder this time, and I felt his hands on the side of my bed, pushing down.

I rolled a bit with the tilt of the bed and he grabbed my shoulders and rolled me the rest of the way over. My eyes popped open and I saw his eyes looking at me teasingly.

"How long have you been awake, Sleeping Beauty?"

I sat in silence for the longest time while I processed everything. He must've slept in that chair, because he was wearing last night's clothes. Suddenly I felt bad for pretending to be asleep.

I retaliated with the wittiest remark my pain-fogged mind could come up with, my ankle hurt so badly, "Sleeping Beauty, eh? So what are you, the wicked witch's sex slave?"

His eyes looked shocked for only a couple of seconds, and soon they were laughing, while the sides of his mouth twitched the slightest amount, trying to hide an oncoming smile. Suddenly he was serious and he looked at me long and hard, trying to discern something, but came back unpleased.

"I hoped that it wouldn't hurt you today," it was almost a whisper.

"I know one way to make it feel better…but I can't do it alone!"

He seemed confused, then sighed, glanced at the door and said, "I'll do whatever, but don't tell anyone else, I don't want them to know what happened, or that I carried you, or that I spent the night in here with you, or that the whole thing was my fault or that, or that…yeah…"

Syaoran's P.O.V.

I hate this woman. She is a conniving, presumptuous, angry, affectionate, beautiful devil. WHY?!

And she knows Eriol and Tomoyo!

Oh my God, she knows Eriol and Tomoyo!

I'm an idiot, a total idiot. I spaced out thinking about blowing up pinecones and army men! Argh!

I knew that she knew Eriol and Tomoyo, and still I asked, "Do you know Eriol and Tomoyo?" Real smart, Syaoran. No shit, Sherlock. Welcome aboard, Captain Obvious. (...Don't ask…)

"What do you mean, 'do I know Eriol and Tomoyo', of course I know Eriol and Tomoyo, and you know Eriol and Tomoyo, don't you? That's why you asked…well, too bad, they were my friends first!"

"Oh…OH…oh…oH! NO! NO! NO! NO! I never ever heard anyone talk about a Syaoran!"

I stared at her…and laughed.

"Did they talk about a Xiao Lang, maybe?" It makes sense that they would use that name in front of someone who didn't know me. Then when they were asked who it was, they could just say that it was some Chinese kid that they used to know, but had drifted away from when they turned, like, ten.

"YOU'RE XIAO LANG?? DUDE, I ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE…especially since Tomoyo always said he was hot…but not hot, like, hot, but like, hott…with two T's. That doesn't make any sense to you, does it?"

I shook my head no.

She smiled and laughed. She went on to tell me this really longwinded story of how there was this guy, when they were in the seventh grade, who was an eighth grader, but home-schooled. His name was Steve, and he came to their school to play his drums in the talent show. All the girls thought that he was really hot, but they didn't want to just call him hot. Tomoyo, her other friends and herself decided to spell it with two T's, to make it different from the other girls'. So now, when something is really hot with one T, they can change it to just hott, with two T's. (AN: true story, only me and a friend named Darcy…and he really was named Steve…and he really was hott, with two T's! He isn't hott anymore…not even just hot…)

I realized that this girl…scratch that…young woman in front of me, actually had a life, didn't hate all men, and loved to hang out with her friends.

Now, what was that we were talking about to make her feel better? The thing that she couldn't do alone?

Alright!

That's it!

I love you!

Steve isn't hott anymore!

SyaoranFan001

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