A/N: This is a story I wrote with the inspiration of a story in YM. I hope you like it!
Sorry for the wait!!! SCHOOL IS HELL!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own CLAMP or CCS, only the characters that I have made up.
The Plank We Walked For Reality
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
"I love your boots, Sakura."
"Oh... Arigatou, Ayumi."
It was a slow night for the Shaker Café on Tomoeda Lynn Avenue, no one coming in for miles on end. It seemed as if we were the only ones there, just the two of us sitting in front of the bay-window, the waitress getting angry waiting on us to order our food. We had no money and we both knew it. We had snuck out that night, away from our homes, stealing your sister's car just to be together; it was perfect.
Ayumi Lander; the most popular girl in school. She was the one who was the head cheerleader. She was the one with the great hair and great legs, and she was the one who dug my boots. Tonight just couldn't get better.
"Ayumi Lander just spook to you? Of all people in this little café, she spoke to you! Are you kidding me!?"
"I can't help it that she likes my boots, Syaoran, and why does it bother you? Are you... Jealous?"
I was acting like a four year old again with my cute innocent you-better-tell-the-truth voice. With the moon shinning down on our faces by the beach, I had used that on you one night; you wouldn't tell me what you were thinking when you were crying. You said that it meant a lot to you, that you couldn't tell me until is was the right time. But when would that be? It has been three years now since you told me that and you still haven't said anything. I couldn't help but think that you forgot, that you just forget everything we say to each other. But I knew that if I asked you about it you would just shrug and say it was nothing like you have done so many times in the past.
"Excuse me... But are you to going to order?!"
"Um... May we have about ten more minutes please? My little date here is having an appetite of a cow and she doesn't know what to order... this may take a little bit longer but thank you for your patience..." and with that the waitress left the table in disgust.
"Syaoran!"
It was almost like it was when we first met; rivals. We had the hardest time trying not to get on each others nerves. It would always be Tomoyo and Eriol to break the fights that we would have. The first time that we actually got along you took me to this same café dressed in suspenders that pulled your slacks up to your armpits, bottle nosed glasses that you couldn't even attempt to see in. You tried your hardest that night not to crack for what you looked like since it was suppose to be some joke between you and some friends but once you ran into the iron pole right outside the café you just couldn't hold in your laughter any longer.
And even now, seeing you dressed in your baggy blue jeans, white T-shirt that shows off your muscles, I can't believe that we hated each other so long, so long that we have let our lives pass us by. It's strange how things happen so quickly. You never expect a thing.
"What? Do you want to order food and be caught by the police for stealing it? I can hear it now, 'Kinomoto Sakura, the full-fledged-cow-eating-teen has stolen $1500 worth of food at the near by café today only leaving trails of crumbs behind..' I don't think that would look so great on your McDonalds application, Sakura."
He did it again. He used that smart ass tone of voice like he knows everything...
"Oh! Shut up, Syaoran!"
"I'm sorry, Sakura. But you got to admit, that was sort of funny..."
"Sure, sure..."
It was quiet after that for a while. No one had come into the café that whole night, maybe because it was 12 in the morning... I don't know. But I still couldn't figure out why he grabbed me out of my bed to be here with no money. There had to be a reason. But what was it?
"Syaoran?"
"Yes?"
He was a reading a near by magazine that some guy left behind earlier that night on the table next to ours. It was about street racing and the consequences of getting caught. He had always liked cars, so much that I even thought about getting rid of my mother's house to make him happy.
"Why exactly did you bring me here, Syaoran? You wouldn't just take me out of my bedroom for nothing so what is it?"
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"Yes... Uh huh... A 2000 blue Tahoe... Yes sir... Two teenagers... Yes, female and male... Okay... Thank you for your time... Good bye..."
"What did they say, Mother?" A tall auburn haired teen was sitting on couch, palm propping up her delicate face as she watched her mother attentively sit the receiver back on the charger. It had been like this all night; phone call after phone call trying to find the Tahoe that the teen's brother had stolen again for the thousandth time that week.
"Well, after calling the neighbors, the managers of the apartment, and Sakura's parents I thought the best people to call would be the police..." The tall young lady, known as Mother, twisted her finger around her long black velvet hair as she stood away from the telephone to face her daughter in deep in thought. Never had they had so much trouble out of one sibling but Syaoran was taking it too far and they dared not ask why for it was his own privacy. But tonight would change all that. He had been gone all night with a little teen like himself in a stolen car of his own sister's. Something had to change.
"They said that they saw two teens at a near by café down the street from Sakura's. The waitress had gotten a little suspicious of them; they weren't ordering food or anything. They were just sitting there doing nothing, talking about nothing. So she called the police five minutes before I did. The police said they should be calling back as soon as they get them down town for a little talk."
"Mother, are you okay? You look a little tired..." Tired would be an understatement in this situation. The tall black haired woman had beads of sweat forming on her forehead causing her to be short of breath from heat. She was obviously stressed over her son being so bad since they moved to Tomoeda.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired that's all..."
Sorry for the wait!!! SCHOOL IS HELL!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own CLAMP or CCS, only the characters that I have made up.
The Plank We Walked For Reality
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
"I love your boots, Sakura."
"Oh... Arigatou, Ayumi."
It was a slow night for the Shaker Café on Tomoeda Lynn Avenue, no one coming in for miles on end. It seemed as if we were the only ones there, just the two of us sitting in front of the bay-window, the waitress getting angry waiting on us to order our food. We had no money and we both knew it. We had snuck out that night, away from our homes, stealing your sister's car just to be together; it was perfect.
Ayumi Lander; the most popular girl in school. She was the one who was the head cheerleader. She was the one with the great hair and great legs, and she was the one who dug my boots. Tonight just couldn't get better.
"Ayumi Lander just spook to you? Of all people in this little café, she spoke to you! Are you kidding me!?"
"I can't help it that she likes my boots, Syaoran, and why does it bother you? Are you... Jealous?"
I was acting like a four year old again with my cute innocent you-better-tell-the-truth voice. With the moon shinning down on our faces by the beach, I had used that on you one night; you wouldn't tell me what you were thinking when you were crying. You said that it meant a lot to you, that you couldn't tell me until is was the right time. But when would that be? It has been three years now since you told me that and you still haven't said anything. I couldn't help but think that you forgot, that you just forget everything we say to each other. But I knew that if I asked you about it you would just shrug and say it was nothing like you have done so many times in the past.
"Excuse me... But are you to going to order?!"
"Um... May we have about ten more minutes please? My little date here is having an appetite of a cow and she doesn't know what to order... this may take a little bit longer but thank you for your patience..." and with that the waitress left the table in disgust.
"Syaoran!"
It was almost like it was when we first met; rivals. We had the hardest time trying not to get on each others nerves. It would always be Tomoyo and Eriol to break the fights that we would have. The first time that we actually got along you took me to this same café dressed in suspenders that pulled your slacks up to your armpits, bottle nosed glasses that you couldn't even attempt to see in. You tried your hardest that night not to crack for what you looked like since it was suppose to be some joke between you and some friends but once you ran into the iron pole right outside the café you just couldn't hold in your laughter any longer.
And even now, seeing you dressed in your baggy blue jeans, white T-shirt that shows off your muscles, I can't believe that we hated each other so long, so long that we have let our lives pass us by. It's strange how things happen so quickly. You never expect a thing.
"What? Do you want to order food and be caught by the police for stealing it? I can hear it now, 'Kinomoto Sakura, the full-fledged-cow-eating-teen has stolen $1500 worth of food at the near by café today only leaving trails of crumbs behind..' I don't think that would look so great on your McDonalds application, Sakura."
He did it again. He used that smart ass tone of voice like he knows everything...
"Oh! Shut up, Syaoran!"
"I'm sorry, Sakura. But you got to admit, that was sort of funny..."
"Sure, sure..."
It was quiet after that for a while. No one had come into the café that whole night, maybe because it was 12 in the morning... I don't know. But I still couldn't figure out why he grabbed me out of my bed to be here with no money. There had to be a reason. But what was it?
"Syaoran?"
"Yes?"
He was a reading a near by magazine that some guy left behind earlier that night on the table next to ours. It was about street racing and the consequences of getting caught. He had always liked cars, so much that I even thought about getting rid of my mother's house to make him happy.
"Why exactly did you bring me here, Syaoran? You wouldn't just take me out of my bedroom for nothing so what is it?"
____
"Yes... Uh huh... A 2000 blue Tahoe... Yes sir... Two teenagers... Yes, female and male... Okay... Thank you for your time... Good bye..."
"What did they say, Mother?" A tall auburn haired teen was sitting on couch, palm propping up her delicate face as she watched her mother attentively sit the receiver back on the charger. It had been like this all night; phone call after phone call trying to find the Tahoe that the teen's brother had stolen again for the thousandth time that week.
"Well, after calling the neighbors, the managers of the apartment, and Sakura's parents I thought the best people to call would be the police..." The tall young lady, known as Mother, twisted her finger around her long black velvet hair as she stood away from the telephone to face her daughter in deep in thought. Never had they had so much trouble out of one sibling but Syaoran was taking it too far and they dared not ask why for it was his own privacy. But tonight would change all that. He had been gone all night with a little teen like himself in a stolen car of his own sister's. Something had to change.
"They said that they saw two teens at a near by café down the street from Sakura's. The waitress had gotten a little suspicious of them; they weren't ordering food or anything. They were just sitting there doing nothing, talking about nothing. So she called the police five minutes before I did. The police said they should be calling back as soon as they get them down town for a little talk."
"Mother, are you okay? You look a little tired..." Tired would be an understatement in this situation. The tall black haired woman had beads of sweat forming on her forehead causing her to be short of breath from heat. She was obviously stressed over her son being so bad since they moved to Tomoeda.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired that's all..."