Author's Notes: I'm sorry that these chapters are so short, but I really
really really have lotsa tests to study for [including a major chinese test
tomorrow] so at the moment you'll just have to do with these… thank you
minna-san for all your reviews!!!
Match-maked
By like a falling star
The doorbell rang. Sakura opened the door to find a beaming, hyper-active Tomoyo standing there. Before she could say a word, though, Tomoyo grabbed her arm. "To the mall we go!" she squealed. "Oh! Wait here," she instructed Sakura.
Tomoyo ran up the stairs and came down carrying Sakura's purse and comb. "Okay! Let's go!" She pulled a bewildered Sakura out of her house and into the waiting limosine.
Sakura looked uncomfortable as she sat beside Tomoyo in the huge car. "Um-- Tomoyo?" she asked meekly. "Where exactly are we going?"
Tomoyo beamed at her. "To the mall, silly."
"I know. What for?"
Tomoyo stared at her. "It's Saturday morning! Hello!"
Sakura stared back at her. "Precisely! It's Saturday morning-- the mall's probably not even open yet! And why the hurry?"
Tomoyo looked unfazed. "Oh, it's open. I checked. By the way, what are you planning to wear for your date tonight?" she asked casually.
Sakura shrugged. "Probably my white skirt and hot pink tank top." She said. In actual fact, she'd already had a whole outfit planned out, complete with matching make-up and sandals. "Why?"
Tomoyo's veins bulged out, and she looked on the point of hypertension. "He's seen you in that outfit like a thousand times!" she yelled. "I mean, I thought you were at least going to wear some semi-new outfit or something. That's why we're going to the mall!"
Sakura looked patiently at her best friend. She was already used to such little tantrums. Although Tomoyo had stopped her making-clothes-for-sakura phase a couple of years ago, she still insisted that Sakura dress up in kawaii outfits [most probably skimpy little things that hid too little] and let her videotape her for memories' sake. "I'm broke. I spent all my allowance on new sandals."
Tomoyo smirked. "To look good for Syaoran?"
Sakura smiled. "I hope so-- I mean-- NO!!! Tomoyo! Please! How could you even suggest such a thing!? And that's not the point. The point is I'm broke. No money for outfit."
Tomoyo grinned, patting her purse. "Well, then. Consider this my little gift to you."
Sakura looked embarrassed. "It's not my birthday!"
"No, but you did me a huge favour." Tomoyo said, her eyes twinkling. Like a date…
Sakura looked confused. "I did?"
"Yes, you did. Hey, look--we're here!" Tomoyo said, changing the subject.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Sakura?" Tomoyo asked in a syrupy-sweet voice. She was holding up an outfit.
Sakura looked over at Tomoyo. "Yeah--!?!" Her eyes bulged out. "Oh, NO. NO WAY. Tomoyo, I am NOT gonna wear that."
The outfit in question was a deep red dress with sequins embroidered on the hem, which was about five inches too short for Sakura's liking. It also had a plunging neckline. Tomoyo pouted. "Why not?"
"Firstly, Touya would never let me out of the house like that. Never. Secondly, red is so not my colour. Thirdly, did you see that hem!?! And that neckline!?!" Sakura huffed. "Next-- I don't want Syaoran thinking I'm some kinda-- some kinda--"
"Sexy seductress? Red-hot siren?" Tomoyo guessed.
"Exactly!" Sakura exclaimed, blushing. "So, that outfit is NOT for me."
"I get your point." Tomoyo said. "So how about this one?" She asked, holding up another outfit hopefully.
It was a sheer black dress. Practically transparent. Touya would explode and ground her for two lifetimes if she ever thought to consider that one.
Sakura took a deep breath, prepared to start listing the many cons of the dress.
"Uh-uh. WAIT." Tomoyo stopped her. "How about this one?"
A red strapless boob top, a black leather jacket complete with metal studs, and patent red hotpants. Oh, and thigh-high boots to really complete the look. The look that Sakura was soooo not going for.
Sakura nearly fainted. But not quite. Yet. "TOMOYO---" Sakura started.
"Wait! I'm not done yet!" Tomoyo said. "This one--this one is absolutely perfect for you." She held up the last outfit, and Sakura gasped.
It was a satin, periwinkle-blue slipdress, which fell to mid-thigh. Tiny white daisies were embroidered on it. It was sweet-- but not childish. And it was subtly sexy-- but not provocative. Tomoyo grinned. "So? What about it? I'm thinking Syaoran will just drop to his knees and beg for your hand in marriage."
Sakura rolled her eyes, but grinned back. "It's perfect."
Tomoyo raised an eyebrow. "You'll take it?"
"Definitely."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Match-maked
By like a falling star
The doorbell rang. Sakura opened the door to find a beaming, hyper-active Tomoyo standing there. Before she could say a word, though, Tomoyo grabbed her arm. "To the mall we go!" she squealed. "Oh! Wait here," she instructed Sakura.
Tomoyo ran up the stairs and came down carrying Sakura's purse and comb. "Okay! Let's go!" She pulled a bewildered Sakura out of her house and into the waiting limosine.
Sakura looked uncomfortable as she sat beside Tomoyo in the huge car. "Um-- Tomoyo?" she asked meekly. "Where exactly are we going?"
Tomoyo beamed at her. "To the mall, silly."
"I know. What for?"
Tomoyo stared at her. "It's Saturday morning! Hello!"
Sakura stared back at her. "Precisely! It's Saturday morning-- the mall's probably not even open yet! And why the hurry?"
Tomoyo looked unfazed. "Oh, it's open. I checked. By the way, what are you planning to wear for your date tonight?" she asked casually.
Sakura shrugged. "Probably my white skirt and hot pink tank top." She said. In actual fact, she'd already had a whole outfit planned out, complete with matching make-up and sandals. "Why?"
Tomoyo's veins bulged out, and she looked on the point of hypertension. "He's seen you in that outfit like a thousand times!" she yelled. "I mean, I thought you were at least going to wear some semi-new outfit or something. That's why we're going to the mall!"
Sakura looked patiently at her best friend. She was already used to such little tantrums. Although Tomoyo had stopped her making-clothes-for-sakura phase a couple of years ago, she still insisted that Sakura dress up in kawaii outfits [most probably skimpy little things that hid too little] and let her videotape her for memories' sake. "I'm broke. I spent all my allowance on new sandals."
Tomoyo smirked. "To look good for Syaoran?"
Sakura smiled. "I hope so-- I mean-- NO!!! Tomoyo! Please! How could you even suggest such a thing!? And that's not the point. The point is I'm broke. No money for outfit."
Tomoyo grinned, patting her purse. "Well, then. Consider this my little gift to you."
Sakura looked embarrassed. "It's not my birthday!"
"No, but you did me a huge favour." Tomoyo said, her eyes twinkling. Like a date…
Sakura looked confused. "I did?"
"Yes, you did. Hey, look--we're here!" Tomoyo said, changing the subject.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Sakura?" Tomoyo asked in a syrupy-sweet voice. She was holding up an outfit.
Sakura looked over at Tomoyo. "Yeah--!?!" Her eyes bulged out. "Oh, NO. NO WAY. Tomoyo, I am NOT gonna wear that."
The outfit in question was a deep red dress with sequins embroidered on the hem, which was about five inches too short for Sakura's liking. It also had a plunging neckline. Tomoyo pouted. "Why not?"
"Firstly, Touya would never let me out of the house like that. Never. Secondly, red is so not my colour. Thirdly, did you see that hem!?! And that neckline!?!" Sakura huffed. "Next-- I don't want Syaoran thinking I'm some kinda-- some kinda--"
"Sexy seductress? Red-hot siren?" Tomoyo guessed.
"Exactly!" Sakura exclaimed, blushing. "So, that outfit is NOT for me."
"I get your point." Tomoyo said. "So how about this one?" She asked, holding up another outfit hopefully.
It was a sheer black dress. Practically transparent. Touya would explode and ground her for two lifetimes if she ever thought to consider that one.
Sakura took a deep breath, prepared to start listing the many cons of the dress.
"Uh-uh. WAIT." Tomoyo stopped her. "How about this one?"
A red strapless boob top, a black leather jacket complete with metal studs, and patent red hotpants. Oh, and thigh-high boots to really complete the look. The look that Sakura was soooo not going for.
Sakura nearly fainted. But not quite. Yet. "TOMOYO---" Sakura started.
"Wait! I'm not done yet!" Tomoyo said. "This one--this one is absolutely perfect for you." She held up the last outfit, and Sakura gasped.
It was a satin, periwinkle-blue slipdress, which fell to mid-thigh. Tiny white daisies were embroidered on it. It was sweet-- but not childish. And it was subtly sexy-- but not provocative. Tomoyo grinned. "So? What about it? I'm thinking Syaoran will just drop to his knees and beg for your hand in marriage."
Sakura rolled her eyes, but grinned back. "It's perfect."
Tomoyo raised an eyebrow. "You'll take it?"
"Definitely."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*