A/N: Well here is the
3rd chap...like I said, the majority will win...and it did! Enjoy!
Note: OOC. OOC. OOC!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I own Dreadene,
Rosa, and Brenden, a.k.a. The Snobs....heh heh....anyway, I don't own CCS.
Note: By the way, in
case you didn't know, Dreadene is pronounced: Dray-a-deen. K?
Dear Diary,
I'm back. Nobody has
been helpful.
I grieve.
You know, I just realized
that love sucks, because it's a circle. What goes around comes around,
you know? It's like a punishment for hating Brenden's guts. But the q is,
will it get to her? WILL THE HATRED REACH HER LAIR?
I am being so
emotional. My life is O-V-E-R.
Still, I hope hope
hope that Syaoran will still forgive me, because, anyway, it was all Brenden's
fault!! Is he doing this to humiliate me? Is he doing this because he despises
me? Gawd! Where has it all been lost?
Sakura
P.S. You notice I didn't
put 'luve'. Well, that feeling is sort of dead now. Untl it bounces back
into my life, I am a statue of hard feelings.
Dear Diary,
Syaoran
and the slut were seen today at the movies, Chiharu told me so. She went
with Takashi. AM I A LONER OR WHAT?? EVERYBODY HAS A BF BUT ME!!! EXCLUDING
MEILIN! I_AM_A_LOSER!
Anyhoo, they were
supposedly sucking face in the back row...oh, my goddess. (ha ha. i love
that comic.) Could it be true? Did I humiliate myself and crush back my
sort-of boyfriend? Gasp! Syaoran left me for nothing! He became humiliated
of me, and now he is trying to wear the soul off his back by making out
with my enemy? :-/ Coward!
Sakura
Dear Diary,
Well, you're
in school again.
Syaoran was walking down
the hall with Breeenddeeen....anyway, it looks like Brenden's boobs were
made of rock or something.They looked so...uh...well...stuffed. OMG..does
Brenden stuff? Told this to Tomoyo, and she thinks it's likely, seeing
how this girl could get from a C cup to a D cup so fast. How do we know?
Locker room fiasco, that is. The bra can lie!
Maybe my
dreams of Syaoran are dashed. After all, I seem to be an alien now. And
the sucking face thing is true...those two oversexed adolescent makey-outers
were in front of my locker today..do they have the nerve to snog in front
of me?
Sakura
Dear Diary,
Tomoyo is still
making me go to the Kiss Dance. Has she gone crazy? I have no date, I HAVE
NO BOYFRIEND, I am a loner, loser, and what the heck am I supposed to do
there? Sit and stuff myself with those hour de voures? Yeah. Right.
After all the
disbelief, I have a feeling Syaoran's still got it out there for me. It's
just a dash, but I can feel it. I ain't got no aura for nothin.
But I wonder if
he's feeling me. It's not like we can turn off each other's auras, but
he's been looking at me every time I'm with a guy. Is it jealousy or hate?
Or both? Grrr! I'm so frustrated!
Sakura
Dear Diary,
In the midst of
darkness, Syaoran pulled me over in the hall today and said "Look. I may
be with Brenden, but that doesn't mean I hate you. I just don't..." Then
Brenden caught up with him and said, "Oh, Sya-poppy, (I was going to gag!)
We've got to get to Science! See you...Sakura." She said my name like it
was dirt or something. She spit it out.
But I wish
Syaoran had finished his sentence! Just don't what? Just don't feel like
it? Just don't love me anymore? WHAT?
Sigh.
Sakura
Dear Diary,
I have come
to one conclusion: Brenden is pure evil, and I am going to put a stop to
it.
Maybe she took away my
boyfriend, maybe she can act like a Victoria's Secret model with her tissue
bra stuffing and bra strap peeking, but that HAS GOT to be put to an end!
The wrath of Brenden's fire must be put down!
The thing is,
how?
Convince her to wear
a triangle top, then flick it open with a pencil? No, she'd accuse me the
second the cotton falls out, and it's detention I go. Put a sign "I STUFF"
on her backpack? Nope, too juvenile. Or should I just confront her and
tell her that she's evil, cruel, and cold hearted? Yes. That seems possible.
Gee, I'm feeling
better already.
Sakura
Dear Diary,
YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!
SYAORAN DOESN'T HATE
ME!
Well, today in
lunch, he got a chance to finish his sentence. He sat down next to me with
his group of friends. The table seating sort of went like this-Me-Syaoran-Chiharu-Takashi-Naoko-Rika-Eriol-Tomoyo.
Coincidence or what?
We had normal small
talk for awhile, then the conversation took a sharp turn, thanks to Naoko.
Here's mainly how it went:
Naoko: So, Syaoran, how
is it when Brenden and you?
Syaoran:Uh. (mumbles
something)
Rika: What was that?
Syaoran: Fine.
Sakura: Oh, is it? What
does it feel like hanging out with a-
Tomoyo: Snotty model?
She knew what
I was going to say, but she had to stop me. It was for the better.
Syaoran: (is very red)
Well. Okay.
Takashi: They made out
at my house. It was gross! Saliva everywhere! Brenden-
Syaoran: Shut up, man!
He immediately
shut up, and Chiharu hit him on the shoulder.
Syaoran: I'm not Brenden's
boyfriend.
Naoko: Why not?
Rika: You aren't?
Syaoran: Well. Not really.
Tomoyo: Ooooh.
At this, he leaned
over in my ear.
Syaoran: I'm just pretending.
Me: (blush!!!) O-ohhh!
Rika: What?
Syaoran: Nothing. I'm
going.
He stood
up.
Syaoran: For someone.
Then he left.
Naoko, Rika, and Chiharu:
For someone what?
Tomoyo: (looks at me)
What was he talking about.
Me: Dunno.
Oh, but I knew
what he was talking about. I smiled. I KNEW what he was talking about.
He still liked me. He just wasn't ready.
Guess I'll
have to wait.
Luve,
Sakura
P.S. The feeling bounced
back in!
Dear Diary,
I know I'm
going to have to tell Brenden out, but I just don't know when. Tomoyo said,
"Just do it when you snap." I was like, huh? Snap? I had no idea what she
was talking about, but maybe I'll figure it out. It has to be soon. Pretty
soon is the KISS DANCE, and that's why I need to do it.
Tomoyo is making
my dress for the dance. She was mumbling, "Pink, or lilac? No, that's my
color....tube or spaghetti? It might slip...chiffon? Taffeta? Too much
glam.." And stuff like that until I felt like collapsing while sitting
down (weird!)
I still haven't
told anybody about the lunch thing. I feel it's none of their business
to know. (And it ain't!)
This is
it. Tomorrow I'll tell Brenden out.
Luve, Sakura
Dear Diary,
I
chickened out.
I'm sorry, it was
just so terrifying to stand up to BRENDEN CONNOR, Miss Supah-model, in
front of all those glam pusses. It just wasn't right. It was me, Tomoyo,
and all those glammies (and the slave, Syaoran) in the hall. I felt so
tiny!
Oh,
and how do I know Syaoran is a slave to poppy-larity? Well, today, in class,
Brenden was drinking a Diet Pepsi Twist and she was like "Oops I did it
again!" like Britney Spears in the Austin Powers Pepsi Twist commercial.
Her drones wer laughing this high cackly laugh, and then she flicked her
empty can towards the trash can with her French Manicured nail and screamed,
"Syaoran! Get me another Pepsi Twist, and put the empty one in the trash,
kay, babe? Aha ha ha ha ha ha!" And he got up and did it!
She's playing
him into her hands like silly putty! It's got to be stopped! But what am
I supposed to do? If I never tell Brenden, Syaoran will be her slave forever.
If I never confess (that I love him) to Syaoran, it'll always be a never-there
relationship thing. I mean, what if he likes me back? What if he loves
me back? It's all so confusing! So un-real! Sounds like a soap opera, don't
it, with all the love and hatred and cruelty and stuff?
Luve,
Sakura
Dear Diary!
You know
when you go to church, and you hear all that "eternal joy" stuff? I didn't
think I would be able to experience that eternal joy till I was with God
in Heaven, but now I'm experiencing it like a pro! Why? Well, to put it
simply...I...
SNAPPED!
Yes! Snapped!
I knew I snapped because I felt something like a rubber band snap, like
scissors cutting through it, and I know the whole time I was telling Brenden
out, Tomoyo and the girls were clapping me on. I feel sooo good! Syaoran
is free! FREE! And it's all because of me!
I should
write this down, but I don't know if I can, I'm so jittery!
I'll try!
Okay, when we
were at lunch (we were eating outside) I was sitting on the monkey bars
and talking to Tomoyo and Chiharu about this new band, when I could hear
Brenden and her Snobs talking (they were on the jungle gym, which is right
across from the monkey bars.)
Rosa: Like, do you like,
think you'll ever dump Syaoran?
Brenden: (laughs) Like,
no way! That dumb Sakura's juss going to like, get him again and then like,
I can't let that happen.
Dreadene: Like, why like,
not?
Brenden: (smirks) Like,
cuz. It just like, wouldn't be right.
I didn't get it. Why wasn't it right? Why couldn't I have a realtionship with the person I loved? I decided to forget about it, since I had no idea what they were talking about. So I just kept yakking with my friends, and then, Rosa comes over. I ignored her until she slapped me with her purse.
Me: What the heck was
that for?
Rosa: Like, we need to
settle something.
Tomoyo: What?
Rosa: You're not in this,
Fashion Dizzazzter, so shut up.
Tomoyo: Whatever!
Rosa: I said shut up!
(turns to me) Like, Brenden needs to set something like straight.
Me: What?
Brenden: (she slinks
over) Well, sorry to break it to you, Sakura, but Syaoran just told me
that he's going to stay by my side forever, and he juss wants to say butt
out, Miss Klutz, because he loves me. NOT you. So forget about ever liking
him. It'll never work out!
And then, I snapped.
I just went twang or
something. The burn of my temper had cut through the sensitivity of the
rubber band called calmness.
Me: You lie!
Brenden: Are you accusing
me?
Me: You lie! You lie,
you lie, you lie!
Dredene: Kay, you can
shut up now.
Me: No! I'm not going
to shut up! You know why? Because three little stupid air-heads are telling
me lies! Look, Brenden, Syaoran did not just tell you that-that stuff.
I SAW you. You were all the way over there, and he wasn't even near you.
You're doing this stuff because you think I'm not worthy enough to be loved
and to love. Well, Brenden, get this through your thick little hollow head-YOU'RE
THE ONE to needs to shape up! Have you ever considered that maybe, just
MAYBE he doesn't want to be with YOU!
Brenden: Why wouldn't
he? Everybody loves me!
Dreadene: Yes.
Rosa: She's a twit. Let's
go.
Me: NO! You stay here
and listen to the truth! Maybe Syaoran wants to be with someone else! Have
you ever considered THAT?
Brenden: Like who? You?
Oh ho ho! Every boy in this school wants to be with me!
Rosa: Yeah, like, even
the principal.
Dredene: Shut up.
Me: Yes! Maybe he does
want to be with me!
Brenden: (starts laughing
hysterically) Whatever!
And then,
when I was just about to give up, SYAORAN LI walked over!
Syaoran: What's going
on?
Brenden: (grabbing his
arm) Oh, my sweet! This disgusting little runt is mocking me with her idiotic
foolishness! (fakes a sniff) Save me!
Tomoyo: (rolls eyes)
What a fake.
Rosa: Shut up!
Tomoyo: Make me, air
head!
Syaoran: Hold on a sec!
(shakes Brenden off) Brenden, what did you say to Sakura?
Brenden: Well-that you,
uh, like, wanted to be with me.
Tomoyo: Forever.
Syaoran: Brenden, you
are so lying! I never said that to you! I would NEVER say that to you!
Dreadene: Then, like,
why were you faking to be her boyfriend?
Brenden: WHAT? (looks
at Syaoran, obviously shocked) You were faking as my boyfriend?
Syaoran: (now this is
what I call a comeback!) Yes, you idiot slut. I would never want to even
make out with someone like you. I just did all of that I-love-you stuff
because...I'm hiding the feeling of love. For someone else.
Brenden: How could you?
Me: (speechless)
Syaoran: How could I?
You're such a fake, Brenden. You lie, you cheat, and you're nasty. Of course
I could hide it from you. You're so easy.
Brenden: Is that true?
Everybody else: Yes.
Brenden: Well-well!!
Well! Mr. Low-life, if you really do love somebody, why can't it be me?
All you can do is love somebody. I have the looks. Love me, Syaoran! Love
me!
Me: I'm ever so sorry,
Brenden, but that just can't be real.
Dreadene+Rose: Why not?
Me: Because I LOVE
SYAORAN! Okay? Syaoran! I love him! I have loved him ever since
I met him! And it's not because of how he looks. I love him for who he
is. You can't have love just because you're popular and pretty, but because
the person you love is special, inside and out. That's what love really
is.
Brenden: (keeps opening
her mouth, but nothing comes out)
Syaoran: You love me?
Me: (embarassed) Uh,
yes.
Syaoran: You? Sakura
Kinomoto? Loves me?
Me: Look, Syaoran, if
you don't care, that's fine wit-
I didn't have
a chance to finish, because when that happened, the feeling of eternal
joy just swept into me. Just like the wind or something.
He kissed me!
Just like that. Just
grabbed my chin and brought his lips on mine, like an interlock, and I'm
telling you, it was heaven. Heaven. Eternal joy.
When we finished,
he was grinning.
Syaoran: I do care. Because
I love you too.
OH. MY. GAWD.
I swear, I was swooning.
Me: Oh! (blush) Oh, Syaoran-
He kissed me again.
Brenden: WHAT? This is
so not right. That's supposed to be me!
Tomoyo: Supposed to be
you? Ha, right! Look, Brenden, there's a piece of paper stuck to your bra.
Let me take it out for you, shall I?
Brenden: Hey-no! Don't-
And you know what
that thing was?
COTTON!
Brenden had been caught by the Stuff Police!
Dreadene: Ew! Bren, you,
like, stuff!
Rosa: How, like, sick!
Brenden: No no! It's
not what you think! It's-
Everybody on the playground:
BRENDEN STUFFS! BRENDEN STUFFS!
Brenden: Stoppit! Shut
up right now!
Dreadene: I always like,
knew you were sick.
Rosa: yeah. I'm gettin'
outta here!
They walked away.
And the whole time
of chaos, I was sharing a moment of joy with the person I loved. And he
loved me back!
You know, I discovered
something. Love may be available for everyone, but pure love only goes
to some people. The right people. Not the popular, not the glam, but the
beautiful-the beautiful, inside and out.
I know who those
people are.
Luve,
Sakura
P.S. The Kiss Dance is
next week! And I'm going with guess who....Syaoran!
********
YES! IT'S
DONE! DONE! DONE! I finished it! WAHOOOO!!!!!
I know I should write about the Kiss Dance, but it just doesn't feel right
to end this like that. WASN'T THE ENDING GREAT? I loved it!
Flames or praise!!!!!!!
I DON"t CARE! JUST IF YOU READ IT AND LIKED IT!
Thanx everyone!
-pinkink23
