Author's Notes: Oh my… I was so shocked and happy with all the reviews I
received for chapter 1… especially since this is my first pure S+S! Thank
you all so much for your kind reviews, and please continue to read and
review, ok? Arigato gozaimasu.
Match-maked
By like a falling star
Syaoran was in the recreation room with Eriol, tossing a soccer ball around for fun.
Eriol turned to Syaoran, a solemn expression on his face. "I've got something to tell you."
Without speaking, Syaoran suddenly lunged towards Eriol and started pounding him.
Eriol defended himself, blocking Syaoran's attacks which could have seriously harmed anyone else. "Hey! Hey! Watch it!"
Syaoran stood up and brushed off. He looked expectant and angry.
Eriol looked at him. "What?!"
"I'm just being angry in advance," Syaoran told him calmly. "Whenever you sound like that and start to tell me something, I know there's something up your sleeve, and I know it's something bad."
Eriol looked impressed. "Wow, you noticed that?!"
Syaoran preened a little. "I haven't known you for fourteen years for nothing."
Eriol went back to his solemn self. "Well, prepare yourself for the shock." he told Syaoran. "In fact, why don't you sit down?" he suggested.
Syaoran growled at his best friend. "NOW I know it's something bad." He sighed. They had been best friends ever since birth, but Eriol had this tendency to get Syaoran into things that Syaoran did not want to do. Things that usually meant trouble.
Eriol waited until Syaoran sat down on one of the sofas. Then he walked towards the door, his hand poised and ready on the knob.
Syaoran noticed this. "That bad, huh?"
Eriol nodded. "I'm preparing my escape for when you explode."
Syaoran understood. "So, what is it?"
"Have you read the school paper recently?" Eriol asked.
"I've already told you, I'm not volunteering at the dog shelter." Syaoran said, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.
"It's not that. Have you read the school paper recently?" Eriol repeated.
"Not the latest issue." Syaoran told him. "Why?"
"Who do you think of when I say 'brown-haired, amber-eyed hottie from the soccer team'?"
Syaoran blinked. "Huh?"
"I said, 'brown-haired, amber-eyed hottie from the soccer team'. Notice anything about it?"
Syaoran blinked again, and thought for awhile. "That's me, minus the 'hottie' part."
Eriol considered his answer. "I agree. Ok, next. Who do you think of when I say 'auburn-haired, emerald-eyed cheerleader?'"
"What!?!" Syaoran asked incredulously, blushing as usual whenever the girl in question came up.
"You heard me," Eriol said patiently.
"Sakura?" Syaoran guessed.
"Right on." Eriol grinned at him.
"Where is this going?" Syaoran asked curiously.
"You like her, don't you?" Eriol teased him.
Deny, deny, deny. "What!?! NO, I DON'T!" Syaoran insisted, his face redder than ever. He squeezed the soccer ball tightly, imagining that it was Eriol's head.
"You do!"
"You have no proof of that." Syaoran said, unusually calm. The soccer ball, however, was clenched tightly in his hands, suggesting otherwise.
Eriol smirked. "Well, what would you say if I told you that you have a date with Sakura this Saturday evening?"
"WHAT!?!" Syaoran shouted for the third time that afternoon.
Eriol was out the room and halfway across the corridor, long before the soccer ball hit against the swinging door, resulting in a loud, hollow bang.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Match-maked
By like a falling star
Syaoran was in the recreation room with Eriol, tossing a soccer ball around for fun.
Eriol turned to Syaoran, a solemn expression on his face. "I've got something to tell you."
Without speaking, Syaoran suddenly lunged towards Eriol and started pounding him.
Eriol defended himself, blocking Syaoran's attacks which could have seriously harmed anyone else. "Hey! Hey! Watch it!"
Syaoran stood up and brushed off. He looked expectant and angry.
Eriol looked at him. "What?!"
"I'm just being angry in advance," Syaoran told him calmly. "Whenever you sound like that and start to tell me something, I know there's something up your sleeve, and I know it's something bad."
Eriol looked impressed. "Wow, you noticed that?!"
Syaoran preened a little. "I haven't known you for fourteen years for nothing."
Eriol went back to his solemn self. "Well, prepare yourself for the shock." he told Syaoran. "In fact, why don't you sit down?" he suggested.
Syaoran growled at his best friend. "NOW I know it's something bad." He sighed. They had been best friends ever since birth, but Eriol had this tendency to get Syaoran into things that Syaoran did not want to do. Things that usually meant trouble.
Eriol waited until Syaoran sat down on one of the sofas. Then he walked towards the door, his hand poised and ready on the knob.
Syaoran noticed this. "That bad, huh?"
Eriol nodded. "I'm preparing my escape for when you explode."
Syaoran understood. "So, what is it?"
"Have you read the school paper recently?" Eriol asked.
"I've already told you, I'm not volunteering at the dog shelter." Syaoran said, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.
"It's not that. Have you read the school paper recently?" Eriol repeated.
"Not the latest issue." Syaoran told him. "Why?"
"Who do you think of when I say 'brown-haired, amber-eyed hottie from the soccer team'?"
Syaoran blinked. "Huh?"
"I said, 'brown-haired, amber-eyed hottie from the soccer team'. Notice anything about it?"
Syaoran blinked again, and thought for awhile. "That's me, minus the 'hottie' part."
Eriol considered his answer. "I agree. Ok, next. Who do you think of when I say 'auburn-haired, emerald-eyed cheerleader?'"
"What!?!" Syaoran asked incredulously, blushing as usual whenever the girl in question came up.
"You heard me," Eriol said patiently.
"Sakura?" Syaoran guessed.
"Right on." Eriol grinned at him.
"Where is this going?" Syaoran asked curiously.
"You like her, don't you?" Eriol teased him.
Deny, deny, deny. "What!?! NO, I DON'T!" Syaoran insisted, his face redder than ever. He squeezed the soccer ball tightly, imagining that it was Eriol's head.
"You do!"
"You have no proof of that." Syaoran said, unusually calm. The soccer ball, however, was clenched tightly in his hands, suggesting otherwise.
Eriol smirked. "Well, what would you say if I told you that you have a date with Sakura this Saturday evening?"
"WHAT!?!" Syaoran shouted for the third time that afternoon.
Eriol was out the room and halfway across the corridor, long before the soccer ball hit against the swinging door, resulting in a loud, hollow bang.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*