Match-maked
By like a falling star
"Stop doing that. It's making me dizzy." Tomoyo complained as they waited in Sakura's room for the doorbell to ring.
Sakura was pacing round and round the room, wringing her hands anxiously. "What if he doesn't like the dress? Maybe he thinks it's too pastel? Too childish? That's it. I'm gonna change the dress." Sakura reached for the closet, her hand poised on the knob.
"No no no!!!" Tomoyo yelled, jumping up and pulling Sakura away from the closet. "It's not too pastel. It's sweet, and it's fine. Syaoran's gonna love it. I promise."
"He hates it." Sakura moaned, running her fingers through her hair anxiously.
"No! You're ruining your hairdo!" Tomoyo plucked Sakura's hands away from her hair and reached for the hairbrush. "And how can you say that he hates it? He hasn't even seen it yet."
Sakura started biting on her fingernails. "I know he hasn't, but when he sees it, he will. I know he'll hate it."
"Relax. And stop biting your nails." Tomoyo told her soothingly. "I promise you that you look gorgeous in the dress, and Syaoran is guaranteed to love it."
"Really?" Sakura brightened up, just a little.
"Really." Tomoyo said. "You're just having pre-date anxieties. Everyone has those. Don't worry, okay? I assure you, it's gonna turn out perfect."
"I hope so."
"You see? It'll be fine."
"Tomoyo?"
"Yeah?"
"I have just one question."
"What is it?"
"Um-- isn't it kinda early? I mean, he won't be here for a really long time."
"No, it isn't. Only a couple of minutes till he comes. Besides, you can never be too well-prepared."
"But he's supposed to pick me up at seven!"
It was five o' clock.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Man, just relax, will ya?" Eriol said, tossing a crushed piece of paper into the air, and catching it expertly.
"I'm relaxing." Syaoran said, nodding continually. "What makes you think I'm not?"
Eriol shrugged. "Actually, I have no idea why. Maybe it's the fact that you wanted to change your shirt like a hundred times?" he asked sarcastically. "Or maybe it's because you trashed my advice on how to tell the chick your feelings? Or maybe it's that you're getting ready for a date two hours in advance?"
Syaoran scowled, sitting on his bed. "Firstly, do not call Sakura a chick. That's a--"
"That's a degrading term for women, yeah yeah, I know." Eriol said, cutting in. And the real chick is Daidouji, anyway. He thought.
Syaoran nodded. "And I trashed your advice cos it was totally dumb. I mean, I can't just go up to her and say, 'Hey, by the way, I've loved you since fourth grade.' She'll think I'm some kinda moronic idiot."
Eriol sighed. "The point is that you don't just go up to her and tell her… You're in the restaurant, you're having a great time making small talk and laughing about teachers, and then you take her hand, look into her eyes, and confess." Eriol snapped his fingers. "Easy as pie."
Syaoran snorted. "Yeah, right. She'll probably dump her whole glass of iced tea on me or something."
Eriol leaned back in his seat. "You're getting all worked up for nothing. Sakura isn't like that. I know for a fact that she likes you."
Syaoran rolled his eyes. "On what planet?"
"And I got it from a very reliable source." Eriol continued, ignoring him.
Syaoran couldn't contain his curiosity. "Who is it?"
"Daidouji."
"Aah. The girl who has a crush on you."
Eriol nearly choked on his own saliva. "Say what!?" he shouted, the blush showing up very well on his pale skin.
Syaoran smirked. "And you like her even more than she likes you, Mr Cassonova. Admit it. The tables have turned."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Ok, I know. I just can't resist adding in the E+T stuff. I'm an E+T addict, you know. Oh, one question: should I make this an AU fic or not? I'm not gonna add magic or cardcaptory stuff into the story, but should Sakura still be the cardcaptor and should Eriol be Clow's reincarnation, or should the gang just be a bunch of normal 14-year-olds? Please R+R!!
By like a falling star
"Stop doing that. It's making me dizzy." Tomoyo complained as they waited in Sakura's room for the doorbell to ring.
Sakura was pacing round and round the room, wringing her hands anxiously. "What if he doesn't like the dress? Maybe he thinks it's too pastel? Too childish? That's it. I'm gonna change the dress." Sakura reached for the closet, her hand poised on the knob.
"No no no!!!" Tomoyo yelled, jumping up and pulling Sakura away from the closet. "It's not too pastel. It's sweet, and it's fine. Syaoran's gonna love it. I promise."
"He hates it." Sakura moaned, running her fingers through her hair anxiously.
"No! You're ruining your hairdo!" Tomoyo plucked Sakura's hands away from her hair and reached for the hairbrush. "And how can you say that he hates it? He hasn't even seen it yet."
Sakura started biting on her fingernails. "I know he hasn't, but when he sees it, he will. I know he'll hate it."
"Relax. And stop biting your nails." Tomoyo told her soothingly. "I promise you that you look gorgeous in the dress, and Syaoran is guaranteed to love it."
"Really?" Sakura brightened up, just a little.
"Really." Tomoyo said. "You're just having pre-date anxieties. Everyone has those. Don't worry, okay? I assure you, it's gonna turn out perfect."
"I hope so."
"You see? It'll be fine."
"Tomoyo?"
"Yeah?"
"I have just one question."
"What is it?"
"Um-- isn't it kinda early? I mean, he won't be here for a really long time."
"No, it isn't. Only a couple of minutes till he comes. Besides, you can never be too well-prepared."
"But he's supposed to pick me up at seven!"
It was five o' clock.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Man, just relax, will ya?" Eriol said, tossing a crushed piece of paper into the air, and catching it expertly.
"I'm relaxing." Syaoran said, nodding continually. "What makes you think I'm not?"
Eriol shrugged. "Actually, I have no idea why. Maybe it's the fact that you wanted to change your shirt like a hundred times?" he asked sarcastically. "Or maybe it's because you trashed my advice on how to tell the chick your feelings? Or maybe it's that you're getting ready for a date two hours in advance?"
Syaoran scowled, sitting on his bed. "Firstly, do not call Sakura a chick. That's a--"
"That's a degrading term for women, yeah yeah, I know." Eriol said, cutting in. And the real chick is Daidouji, anyway. He thought.
Syaoran nodded. "And I trashed your advice cos it was totally dumb. I mean, I can't just go up to her and say, 'Hey, by the way, I've loved you since fourth grade.' She'll think I'm some kinda moronic idiot."
Eriol sighed. "The point is that you don't just go up to her and tell her… You're in the restaurant, you're having a great time making small talk and laughing about teachers, and then you take her hand, look into her eyes, and confess." Eriol snapped his fingers. "Easy as pie."
Syaoran snorted. "Yeah, right. She'll probably dump her whole glass of iced tea on me or something."
Eriol leaned back in his seat. "You're getting all worked up for nothing. Sakura isn't like that. I know for a fact that she likes you."
Syaoran rolled his eyes. "On what planet?"
"And I got it from a very reliable source." Eriol continued, ignoring him.
Syaoran couldn't contain his curiosity. "Who is it?"
"Daidouji."
"Aah. The girl who has a crush on you."
Eriol nearly choked on his own saliva. "Say what!?" he shouted, the blush showing up very well on his pale skin.
Syaoran smirked. "And you like her even more than she likes you, Mr Cassonova. Admit it. The tables have turned."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Ok, I know. I just can't resist adding in the E+T stuff. I'm an E+T addict, you know. Oh, one question: should I make this an AU fic or not? I'm not gonna add magic or cardcaptory stuff into the story, but should Sakura still be the cardcaptor and should Eriol be Clow's reincarnation, or should the gang just be a bunch of normal 14-year-olds? Please R+R!!