Chapter Eleven: Bee Eff Eee's
Tomoyo stared at Sakura in shock, jaw hanging open slightly. "I can't believe you did that."
"I swear, I didn't mean to!" she squeaked, covering her face with her hands. "Besides, HE was the one who kissed me!"
"You didn't seem like you wanted to refuse! I can't believe it."
"Oh God Tomoyo, don't tell Rei! Honestly, I didn't mean to, he'll –"
"I can't believe it!" Tomoyo shrieked, looking at her with eyes the size of dinner plates. Well, not exactly. Literally.
Sakura shifted nervously on her bed. "What can't you believe? It's not like it's the first time, we've kissed about one or two times before… ah sh –"
"AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME? I'M SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND!"
"Ehehe, you are!"
"You didn't tell me?"
"I – we – I wanted to keep it a secret! I don't want his annoying fanclub after me just because of –"
"TWO INNOCENT KISSES! OR THREE!"
"HE KISSED ME!"
"Ah, but you kissed back… didn't you?"
"…"
"YOU DID! YOU DID, RIGHT? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
Sakura rubbed her ears, eyes screwed in pain. "Damn, woman. LOWER YOUR VOICE!"
"ANSWER ME!"
"Why? I – I don't know why!"
Tomoyo glared at her and jumped on the bed like a little kid. "I'M SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR BEST FRIEND!"
"Keyword: supposed to be."
"Sakuuuuuuuuuuuura."
She giggled nervously at her best friend's dangerous tone. "Uh, Tomoyo…"
"I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!"
"Why would you want to know anyway?"
The scene? Picture Tomoyo strangling Sakura. Picture Tomoyo with anime tears. Picture Sakura with a huge sweat drop rolling down her face. Yep. They have mental … issues.
"NOW I'VE MISSED THREE GOOD HOURS OF TAPING!"
Sakura fell to the floor in exasperation.
( NEXT DAY )
Eriol smirked.
Yes that's right, our favorite navy haired man is back! Drum roll, please!
…
Ahem. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes.
Eriol smirked again.
Damn, lots of people smirking in this story. Especially if you're Meilin, Tomoyo, or Eriol… and this time, they've got a real good plan coming up.
Er… that's what they said – or at least, thought – about plan A. And plan B. And C and D. but you don't need to know that.
"BECAUSE THIS PLAN, 'PLAN E: BIRTHDAY SURPRISES' WILL WORK!"
At least in Meilin's point of view, anyway.
"Really?" Eriol asked, amused. "And could you tell us what, exactly, is your brilliant plan?"
"Uh."
Rolling her eyes, Tomoyo playfully pushed Meilin over. "Nice one. What's Plan E? Sit around and watch the two of them stare at each other? Or in Syaoran's words, glaring at each other."
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking!"
Leaning against the wall and examining a picture with Tomoyo and Sakura, Eriol frowned. "I don't know about you two, but… what's Syaoran's and Sakura's favorite moments?"
"Oh, that's easy," Meilin gave an evil little grin. "Of course, it takes them about two hours to get it…"
"Being with each other," Tomoyo butted in. "Alone."
Beaming, Meilin caught up. "Of course, you know what happens when they're alone together…"
"A little smooooch here and there –"
"Yeah yeah, we get the point," Eriol paced the room. "By the way Tomoyo, what cake flavor are you ordering? I myself prefer chocolate, I know Syaoran does too… Sakura, I'm guessing she likes strawberry? Or maybe we can have like, a combination. What about a chocolate fruit cake with only strawberries? Oh, and I'm a huge whipped cream fan, as well as those plastic toy things that you have instead of candles. Can we have dancing hippos and maybe a soccer ball or two? Or maybe –"
"We get the point, Eriol," Meilin snorted. "But now that you say it, I like strawberry as well –"
"WE'LL GET YOU SEPARATE CAKES IF YOU AREN'T SATISFIED, NOW CAN WE GET BACK TO THE TOPIC?" Tomoyo screeched, glowering at them all.
Eriol rolled his eyes. "Women. PMS."
"MEN. B.F.E.'S!" both girls screamed together.
"What the hell is a B.F.E.?"
"BIG FAT EGO!"
"Ah."
"…"
"What are you calling me a B.F.E. for? THAT'S SYAORAN, NOT ME!" Eriol yelled, causing his glass of water, which was thankfully empty, to topple over.
"You're his best friend," Tomoyo retorted, eyebrows raised.
He tried to think of an excuse. "You're the girlfriend of this best friend of a B.F.E."
"Poor Sakura," Meilin snickered. "Being the best friend of the girlfriend of the best friend of a B.F.E."
"You're one to talk, you good friend of the best friend of the girlfriend of the best friend of a B.F.E."
Eriol whistled. "Damn this B.F.E. thing is contagious."
"Shut up, B.F.E."
"You know, the first sign of craziness is talking to people who don't exist –"
"No, it's drawing a perfect circle. Besides, I'm not talking to a person, I'm talking to your B.F.E. –"
"Shut up, the both of you," Meilin growled, "don't you want to hear my brilliant plan?"
Eriol and Tomoyo gave her a fleeting glance before turning away and saying, "No."
"I can draw a perfect circle, and yet I'm not crazy –"
"No, not crazy, just issues."
"My issues might be big, but you have more than me!"
Scowling, Meilin hit them each with a pillow at the back of the head, causing their forehead to bump into each other. "Will you listen?"
"Ouch! What was that for?" Tomoyo glared at her friend, massaging her forehead.
"Now it'll leave a bruise! People'll know me as 'The Boy Who Got Bumped In The Forehead' instead of the 'Boy Who Lived,' and Harry Potter's forehead's much more duller than mine, how embaressing –"
"SHUT UP, B.F.E.!"
Eriol grimaced. "At least Syaoran doesn't know what that means…"
"Whatever," Meilin waved his comment away. "Well, I was thinking… what d'you think about the idea of handcuffs?"
"Ah," Eriol brightened up. "I happen to have a pair at home, actually two, one's a normal one and the other one's fluffy and pink …" he trailed off at the look on Tomoyo's and Meilin's faces.
"God. What kind of boyfriend do you have?" Meilin asked Tomoyo, who looked like she was caught between laughter and disbelief.
"Hey! I got them from –"
Tomoyo raised her hand, looking at the ceiling. "I don't even want to know."
"Yeah, whatever," Meilin mumbled, pacing around. "Now, where to lock them at?"
"Closet?" Eriol suggested.
They shook their heads. "Too common. And forget bathroom or bedroom as well."
"I've got two ideas, neither I think will liven up Sakura's day," Tomoyo piped up, pondering. "And I'm supposed to be her 'best friend'…"
"Perfect, we'll use your idea," the crimson eyed girl beamed. "Anything Sakura hates, Syaoran loves."
Eriol looked doubtful, despite his B.F.E. "Why don't we hear the suggestion first? For all we could know, Tomoyo would suggest under the bed…"
Before she could snap back, the phone rang. The three of them jumped at the sudden sound other than their voices and constant bickering.
"Hello? Oh hi, Sakura!" Meilin looked at them frantically, mouthing "Put it on speakerphone!" to the other two, which Eriol did.
"Meilin! Wait, didn't I call Tomoyo's?" came Sakura's confused voice.
"You did! Me and Eriol were, uh, over to discuss our … math project!"
"We never get group work in math… whatever. I wanted to talk to Tomoyo about something, but since you're here…"
Tomoyo interrupted her. "Don't worry, we'll all listen to your proble – what you have to say!"
"Ah, well… it's like this… I – I love him!"
"You love who?"
"He's so adorable, but I already have one –"
"SAY YES!"
"Are – are you sure?"
Tomoyo's face was now literally plastered on the speaker phone, excitement all over her. Meilin and Eriol were sitting – or rather, fell – on their butts, muttering threats under their breaths.
"OF COURSE! WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TO HAPPEN, AND HERE YOU ARE, FINALLY COMING TO YOUR SENSES –"
"Well if you're sure… want to hear the cute little name I gave him?"
"I thought you already had a –"
"Suppi!" Sakura chirped.
"… Suppi?"
"Don't you think it's cute?"
"Uh, yeah… bit unusual, but –"
"Yes Dad, I'll that that one," they heard Sakura talk to someone in the background – presumably her dad. She'll take that one?
Eriol voiced everyone's thoughts. "What? What are you in, Sakura, a boyfriend shop?"
"Hmm? Oh, no! Can I bring him to your birthday party, Tomoyo? PLEEEEEEASE? And Kero too? Oh please, Tomoyo, say yes!"
"He's already coming!"
"Thank you!" Sakura squealed and hung up.
As the deafening sound of the phone being hung up echoed through the room, they looked at each other.
"Does Sakura have a new boyfriend?" Meilin broke it, looking and confused as the rest of them.
"No, she'd never cheat on Rei," Tomoyo muttered, pacing up and down once more. "Though I wish she would, she's so stubborn… just like Syaoran."
"Perfect match," Eriol commented. "Anyway, your idea?"
His girlfriend blinked twice at him before getting it. "Wha – oh!"
"Density… runs in friendships as well."
"Shut up, Meilin! Anyway," Tomoyo continued, "my idea. Don't use the handcuffs. Lock them outside the balcony instead."
"USE MY BRILLIANT PLAN!"
Eriol looked between the other two girls. "Eh, I dunno… I'm tired of this whole match maker thing, I'll leave you two at it and make myself the peace maker."
Meilin and Tomoyo simply glared at him. Chuckling nervously, he backed away slowly. "Um, I'll leave you two at it… you know what they say, less chatting, more ideas… or whatever it is. Anyway, I'm er, really hungry! I'll just check the kitchen and, uh, see if there's any more of that chocolate sundae left from – OW!"
( HOURS LATER )
"No, no, the chips go into the blue bowl, not that one –"
"Wait. Where's the cake?"
"Hey Tomoyo, I've got the sodas –"
"Right, put the punch into that punch bowl over there… yes it has flowers on it, what d'you have against it?"
"Is that the cake?"
"Oh thanks so much! Yes, put those over there please –"
"Is it chocolate?"
"Um… why do we have chopsticks?"
"Hey, is that fondue?"
"No no no! That's the green bowl, this is the blue one –"
"What d'you mean, you don't know?"
"Strawberries!"
"Eriol, don't –!"
"SHOW ME THE DAMNED CAKE!"
"Ehehe, sorry 'bout that, he has some… issues…"
Meilin rolled her eyes and smirked to herself as Tomoyo dragged Eriol away from her … er, cake-man, who was covered in jello. Lime jello, to be exact. Wow. Lots of people who love green here.
Exactly how popular was Tomoyo? Meilin knew by the amount of people that were just arriving, the answer would be very. She had seen some people around at school, but the other three quarters… where did they come from?
"Meilin! Is Sakura here yet?"
She turned towards Tomoyo and called back, "In this kind of a crowd you've got here, how am I supposed to know?"
The doorbell rang for what felt like the fifteen millionth time that night. "Coming, coming," Tomoyo grumbled, pushing away people who were in her way. "So many people… All I wanted was a small one, but does my mom listen? Noooooo…"
"Tomoyo!" Sakura chirped as the door opened. "Look who I bought!"
Her best friend looked nervously around, as if expecting a bomb to explode. "Uh… I don't see anyone, Saku. Where is he?"
"Down here, silly one! He's not that tall!"
Tomoyo blinked. "Where?"
Letting out a half-giggle, half-grunt, Sakura held up a black puppy in her hands. "Suppi! Isn't he cuuuuute?" she cooed, literally shoving the dog's face into her best friend's.
Tomoyo stared at the puppy at first, with Suppi staring back. Suddenly, she let out frustrated scream. "A DOG! A DOG! AND EARLIER ON TODAY I THOUGHT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT SYAORAN, BUT NO! A DOG!"
Sakura stared at her, bewildered. "Tomoyo, I –"
"NOTHING! DON'T START WITH ME! A DOG, NOT SYAORAN!"
"But Tomoyo –"
"YOU HAD ME ALL HAPPY AND CHEERFUL, BUT NOW… YOU BRING A DOG!"
"Uh, that's –"
"SAKURA KINOMOTO, YOU WILL SAY YES TO SYAORAN LI OR I – WILL – HAVE – YOUR – HEAD!" Tomoyo howled, her furious red face inches from Sakura's sheepish looking one.
"Uh, yeah… whatever you say Tomoyo, I'll just… go, and … help Eriol…" Sakura made her way towards the snack table with Kero and Spinel in her arms, where, unsurprisingly, the blue haired man was staring at the huge chocolate coated cake, eager for a taste.
So, what was it to help with?
"Hi Eriol!" Sakura twittered happily, grinning at him. "Like chocolate, do you?"
He blinked and smiled at her. "Oh yes. I especially like dark chocolate, it's not too sweet, you know? Milk and white chocolate's disgusting, so sweet… and chocolate supposed to be a dark color, so where did the white come from? Of course, there're the colored ones, I especially love the orange one… oh, and the orange flavored ones are wonderful as well! Don't you just –"
"Yes, yes, I agree," Sakura coughed over her laughter, staring at him weirdly. "Eriol, I think you've had too many Skittles, maybe you should lay off the –"
"Skittles?" he snapped out of his trance. "I've only had a few M&M's, that's it, I swear! Well, I specifically asked for the blue and yellow ones, I'm feeling quite… I dunno, national-ly after my little trip to Sweden –"
"That's nice. Oh hey look, your best friend is here, why don't we go and kick him in – I mean, say hello?"
"Oh. Well, alright then. Syaoran only likes the green M&M's, has he ever told you that?"
"No, he hasn't."
Sakura made her way towards Syaoran and gave him a big, fake smile. "Hello there, B.F.E.!"
He looked at her as if she was crazy as Eriol turned sharply towards her, suspicious. "What's a B.F.E.?"
Eriol answered for her coolly, "Buffalo Fur Enterprise."
"Excuse me?"
Sakura whacked Eriol in the arm and rolled her eyes. "B.F.E. describes what I'm surrounded by."
"I object!" he growled as Syaoran continued to look confused.
"Object? What are you now, a lawyer?"
"What the hell is a B.F.E.?"
Sakura glared at Syaoran. "Take one wiiiiild guess. Clue: It's staring right at you. It goes wherever you go. It's right in front of me."
"Actually, that's three –" Eriol started to interrupt, but Sakura cut in with a piercing glare.
Syaoran just looked at her, bored. "Buffalo Fur Enterprise was also my guess, but well… Bitches For Entertainment?"
"And just what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?"
"Well I was thinking, you're staring right at me, you follow wherever I go, and you're right in front of me, so I assumed that –"
"DON'T ASSUME! AND NO, IT'S NOT 'BITCHES FOR ENTERTAINMENT'!"
Syaoran rolled his eyes and began to stroll away, but not before Eriol caught his arm. "Wait a sec, can you two help me out here?"
"What is it?"
"KISS AND MAKE UP, THAT'S WHAT!"
Sakura snorted. In a lady-like way. Er, yeah. Anyway, she voiced what she and Syaoran were thinking. "First of all, we don't make up. I doubt we ever will. Second of all, we don't kiss. We won't ever, we will not, and we have… nev… er…"
Eriol smirked at both of them, who were blushing slightly. "Never, eh? Well, there's a first time for everything."
Before either of them could snap back, music suddenly blared from the speakers surrounding in every corner of every room of the house… you get it. "What was it that you needed our help with?" Syaoran yelled over the noise.
"I lost the bracelet I was going to give to Tomoyo," Eriol shouted back, now squiting in the darkness with neon lights. "At the balcony. Help me find it? I'd ask Meilin, but well…"
Sakura smirked. "Bit of a loud mouth, and you're afraid that she'll go blabbing to Tomoyo? Understood."
They made their way through the crowd to the balcony, Syaoran and Sakura rejecting offers to dance with them.
"Here, this one," Eriol said. He slid the heavy velvet curtains away and opened the glass balcony door, to the cool and cold balcony outside. "It's here somewhere, I just… lost it…"
Sakura frowned and dropped to her knees, despite her skirt, and started to search. "I don't know, Eriol. It seems pretty bare, the smooth floor reflecting under the moon light.
"So," Syaoran turned towards Eriol, whose eyes were darting around nervously, "do tell us: why did you lose the bracelet here, out of all places?"
"Eh, that's a good question. I'm sure you two have been, uh, tired after all your hard work… I'll go and get you two some punch!"
"I don't like punch," his best friend scowled at his retreating back. "I prefer beer, in case he hasn't noticed … best friend…"
Sakura looked up in surprise. "You drink?"
"Occasionally," was his reply.
"Oh. You don't seem like someone who would."
Syaoran merely watched at her, leaning against the railing. "Well, who do I seem like, then?"
"I have no right to judge," she said, getting up and brushing her hands.
"Ha. You seemed to have lots of judgments about me several days ago, Bitch For Entertainment."
Sakura immediately fired up, towering over him with her anger though he was easily a foot taller than her. "SHUT UP, YOU CONCEITED FREAK! AND IT'S NOT BITCH FOR ENTERTAINENT, YOU B.F.E., IT'S BIG FAT EGO! NAMELY YOU, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED! YOU AND YOUR OVERLY ARROGANT EGO THAT I HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE, IT GROWS BIGGER AND BIGGER LIKE – LIKE A HOT AIR BALLOON! I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF IT WERE THE SIZE OF ONE, BUT IT'S BIG ENOUGH TO –"
"Make you love me?" Syaoran smirked at her as she huffed and turned the other way.
"SEEEEEEE?"
"No need to scream, Kura."
"DON'T CALL ME KURA, YOU PEDOPHILE –"
"Hey, now. What happened to Bun-Bun?"
"…"
"Or cutesy wittle bunnipop?"
"…"
"Or Syao-bear, I don't mind if you call me that, since it's –"
"SHUT UP, YOU OLD MAN!"
Syaoran raised an eyebrow. "Old man?"
But as she turned away once more, cheeks red, he thought he heard her say, "Stupid Bun-Bun." Nothing more that night could make him smile his silly grin.
"Eriol's taking too long," Sakura mumbled. "I think I'll go and help him –"
"The door's closed. And locked, from the look's of it."
"Ex – excuse me?"
Syaoran nodded towards the knob. "Go ahead and try. But I'm guessing Eriol, Tomoyo and Meilin looked us in so I… I mean, lock us in."
Heart thumping in terror – and perhaps panic – Sakura tried with all her might to budge the door. "Those – three!" she breathed in angrily. "I'll get them for this! First the whole dinner thing, the whole sleepover thing, the date, and now this –"
"I don't mind at all," Syaoran grinned at her, sitting down. He patted a spot beside him. "Might as well get comfortable while we wait."
"Next to you? I don't think so."
"Fine. My lap, then."
"What? No way! I'd rather jump off this balcony…" Sakura's voice trailed off after leaning over the railing and finding out exactly how high they were at. A good four stories up. Might not sound much, but…
"Scared?"
She spun around and glared at him. "Scared of what? I'm not scared of anything…" However, Syaoran didn't fail to notice her inching away from the railing slowly.
"Heights."
Not waiting for an answer, Sakura yelped in shock as Syaoran grabbed her by the waist and set her on his lap.
"Let go of me!" she struggled against his grasp, but it was no use. A poor sheep against the big bad wolf, how would she get out of his clutch?
She won't.
Yes, that's your cue for an evil cackle. Go on.
Pulling her closer so she wouldn't escape, Syaoran breathed close to her ear.
"Go to the dance with me?"
A/N:
YAY CLIFFHANGER! XDDD
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pretty dreamer: Ah, PMS? I'll leave that up for you guys to decide. –sneakysneaky-
Murasaki Sakura: They didn't, but it's fun to imagine! I love a lil ol' lover's quarral. ;D
I kept on messing up Rei with Fei from Our Lives, but I've changed it. Hopefully it'll clear up the confusion. x.x
I changed my email as well. thiscouldhurtATgmailDOTcom. Not like you guys care or anything. XP
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