Author's Notes: Just to let you know, the stuff Eriol and Tomoyo have been
receiving from their 'Secret Admirers' are actually from Syaoran and
Sakura. It's all part of their plan to get them together.
Hopelessly obsessed By like a falling star
"Really, this is getting ridiculous." Tomoyo murmured, shutting her locker.
"What is getting ridiculous?" Eriol asked, appearing beside her as they walked together to their next class, Advanced Chemistry. He pulled a candy bar out his backpack. It was given to him by his Secret Admirer.
"I got a ticket from my Secret Admirer." Tomoyo explained, stuffing a letter and the ticket into a small blue envelope. "To tonight's X-factor concert."
Eriol quirked an eyebrow as he unwrapped the candy bar. "X-factor? That's strange. I also got a ticket from my Secret Admirer. Really good seats, too. Fifth row from the stage, V-15, I think."
Tomoyo's eyes widened. "No kidding! Mine is V-16."
"What a coincidence," Eriol murmured, in a voice that meant he did not really think so.
Tomoyo folded the envelope neatly in half before placing it into her tote bag. "You know," she began carefully. "I wasn't really planning on going, but since you got a ticket."
Eriol stopped and looked into her eyes. "Why don't we go together? We can meet for dinner, then proceed to the concert."
Tomoyo tilted her head to one side, as if considering. There was really nothing to be considered, actually. As long as Eriol asked, she would go. "Sure," she replied, a half-smile tingeing her face.
Eriol smiled. "I'll pick you up at seven."
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"Something's not right." Tomoyo said as she placed her purse on the table and sat down.
Eriol nodded. "I agree."
Tomoyo looked up at him, her eyebrows arched questioningly. "You don't even know what I'm talking about."
Eriol closed his menu and looked at her. "You're talking about the fact that we both got X-factor tickets from unidentified people, and the seats happen to be right next to each other. Am I right?"
Tomoyo gave him an appraising look. "You're smart." She said, before turning back to her menu. Roasted half-chicken, Grilled Cajun fillet, Seafood pasta.
Eriol tried not to stare at Tomoyo. Tonight when he'd seen her he'd nearly had a nosebleed. She was dressed in a simple white, spaghetti-strapped silk dress which fell to her knees, and white sandals which criss-crossed up her ankles. She was a perfect angel. He continued. "And the fact that the both of us happened to get Secret Admirers at exactly the same time."
This time, Tomoyo looked up. "Right. Don't you find it in the least bit uncanny? I mean, what are the odds?"
Eriol shrugged slightly. "Any idea who your Secret Admirer is?"
Tomoyo kept quiet for a moment. I was hoping that it was you. Tomoyo thought. "Someone really, really good at gymnastics." She said finally. "Or someone with magic."
Eriol pondered for awhile. "What makes you think that it's someone with magic? Or someone who's good in gym?"
"I think I'll have the Grilled Cajun Fillet, please." Tomoyo said, changing the subject completely. "What are you getting?"
Eriol glanced down at his menu. "The - uh - Californian Ham Roll. Back to the subject. What makes you think so?"
Tomoyo took a sip of iced water. "The first letter-it came with a basket, delivered straight to my balcony."
"Your balcony?"
"The balcony that's just outside my room. My house is very heavily guarded. Not just anyone would have been able to get to my balcony like that. Not even a gymnast."
"Magic." Eriol murmured. "That's a possibility. well, it certainly isn't me."
What a pity, Tomoyo thought sadly.
"From what I've sensed, the only magic-users around Tomoeda in recent years are those of Clow magic. In other words, the possibilities have been narrowed down to Yue, Kero, Ruby Moon, Spinel Sun, Sakura and Syaoran."
There was a long silence.
Tomoyo abruptly set down her glass, staring uncomfortably at Eriol. "Not to make any assumptions," she began hastily. "But I have this weird feeling."
Eriol bit his lip. "It's them, isn't it?"
"That's what I'm thinking." Tomoyo said. "But. why? . how?" she shook her head.
Light dawned in their eyes at the exact same moment.
"They're setting us up." Eriol said.
"They want us to think that we have Secret Admirers." Tomoyo continued.
"And when we finally meet, we're going to think it's each other." Eriol concluded.
"Sneaky." Tomoyo said.
Eriol nodded in agreement. "Exactly the kind of thing I might've thought of."
"With more sophistication, of course." Tomoyo added.
"It's a pity we're one step ahead of them." Eriol said, wheels turning inside his head. "Why don't we entertain them a little?"
Tomoyo glanced up at him, her signature I'm-so-innocent-it-hurts look plastered on her face. "I'm all for it. What do you propose?"
"Why don't we pretend to be a couple before they expect us to be one? You know- say that we're no longer interested in meeting our 'Secret Admirers'."
Tomoyo nodded in understanding. "Of course. And wait and see how long it is before they crack and tell us the truth." She grinned. "It's a plan. I like it."
Eriol's heart thumped furiously. I'm going to be her boyfriend! I'm actually going to get the chance to hold her hand! [A.N.: I know it sounds lame but. it's a story, isn't it?] "So do I, Tomoyo-chan. So do I." Eriol smiled as he took her hand.
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Hopelessly obsessed By like a falling star
"Really, this is getting ridiculous." Tomoyo murmured, shutting her locker.
"What is getting ridiculous?" Eriol asked, appearing beside her as they walked together to their next class, Advanced Chemistry. He pulled a candy bar out his backpack. It was given to him by his Secret Admirer.
"I got a ticket from my Secret Admirer." Tomoyo explained, stuffing a letter and the ticket into a small blue envelope. "To tonight's X-factor concert."
Eriol quirked an eyebrow as he unwrapped the candy bar. "X-factor? That's strange. I also got a ticket from my Secret Admirer. Really good seats, too. Fifth row from the stage, V-15, I think."
Tomoyo's eyes widened. "No kidding! Mine is V-16."
"What a coincidence," Eriol murmured, in a voice that meant he did not really think so.
Tomoyo folded the envelope neatly in half before placing it into her tote bag. "You know," she began carefully. "I wasn't really planning on going, but since you got a ticket."
Eriol stopped and looked into her eyes. "Why don't we go together? We can meet for dinner, then proceed to the concert."
Tomoyo tilted her head to one side, as if considering. There was really nothing to be considered, actually. As long as Eriol asked, she would go. "Sure," she replied, a half-smile tingeing her face.
Eriol smiled. "I'll pick you up at seven."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Something's not right." Tomoyo said as she placed her purse on the table and sat down.
Eriol nodded. "I agree."
Tomoyo looked up at him, her eyebrows arched questioningly. "You don't even know what I'm talking about."
Eriol closed his menu and looked at her. "You're talking about the fact that we both got X-factor tickets from unidentified people, and the seats happen to be right next to each other. Am I right?"
Tomoyo gave him an appraising look. "You're smart." She said, before turning back to her menu. Roasted half-chicken, Grilled Cajun fillet, Seafood pasta.
Eriol tried not to stare at Tomoyo. Tonight when he'd seen her he'd nearly had a nosebleed. She was dressed in a simple white, spaghetti-strapped silk dress which fell to her knees, and white sandals which criss-crossed up her ankles. She was a perfect angel. He continued. "And the fact that the both of us happened to get Secret Admirers at exactly the same time."
This time, Tomoyo looked up. "Right. Don't you find it in the least bit uncanny? I mean, what are the odds?"
Eriol shrugged slightly. "Any idea who your Secret Admirer is?"
Tomoyo kept quiet for a moment. I was hoping that it was you. Tomoyo thought. "Someone really, really good at gymnastics." She said finally. "Or someone with magic."
Eriol pondered for awhile. "What makes you think that it's someone with magic? Or someone who's good in gym?"
"I think I'll have the Grilled Cajun Fillet, please." Tomoyo said, changing the subject completely. "What are you getting?"
Eriol glanced down at his menu. "The - uh - Californian Ham Roll. Back to the subject. What makes you think so?"
Tomoyo took a sip of iced water. "The first letter-it came with a basket, delivered straight to my balcony."
"Your balcony?"
"The balcony that's just outside my room. My house is very heavily guarded. Not just anyone would have been able to get to my balcony like that. Not even a gymnast."
"Magic." Eriol murmured. "That's a possibility. well, it certainly isn't me."
What a pity, Tomoyo thought sadly.
"From what I've sensed, the only magic-users around Tomoeda in recent years are those of Clow magic. In other words, the possibilities have been narrowed down to Yue, Kero, Ruby Moon, Spinel Sun, Sakura and Syaoran."
There was a long silence.
Tomoyo abruptly set down her glass, staring uncomfortably at Eriol. "Not to make any assumptions," she began hastily. "But I have this weird feeling."
Eriol bit his lip. "It's them, isn't it?"
"That's what I'm thinking." Tomoyo said. "But. why? . how?" she shook her head.
Light dawned in their eyes at the exact same moment.
"They're setting us up." Eriol said.
"They want us to think that we have Secret Admirers." Tomoyo continued.
"And when we finally meet, we're going to think it's each other." Eriol concluded.
"Sneaky." Tomoyo said.
Eriol nodded in agreement. "Exactly the kind of thing I might've thought of."
"With more sophistication, of course." Tomoyo added.
"It's a pity we're one step ahead of them." Eriol said, wheels turning inside his head. "Why don't we entertain them a little?"
Tomoyo glanced up at him, her signature I'm-so-innocent-it-hurts look plastered on her face. "I'm all for it. What do you propose?"
"Why don't we pretend to be a couple before they expect us to be one? You know- say that we're no longer interested in meeting our 'Secret Admirers'."
Tomoyo nodded in understanding. "Of course. And wait and see how long it is before they crack and tell us the truth." She grinned. "It's a plan. I like it."
Eriol's heart thumped furiously. I'm going to be her boyfriend! I'm actually going to get the chance to hold her hand! [A.N.: I know it sounds lame but. it's a story, isn't it?] "So do I, Tomoyo-chan. So do I." Eriol smiled as he took her hand.
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