Author's Notes: Yippee! It's the holidays! Expect the chapters to come out
faster this month, cos I'm free from school! [with the exception of camps,
workshops and make-up lessons, that is] Please R+R! thank you for your
reviews, minna-san!! I really appreciate it!
Match-maked
By like a falling star
Syaoran stood up and nearly knocked over a pretty red-head who looked to be French and who was returning from the bathroom, and was heading towards the table opposite theirs. "Sorry," he mumbled, stepping past her to get to the bathroom.
She only smiled and adjusted her sunglasses.
Syaoran thought she looked a little familiar, though he couldn't quite place her…
Oh, well. He had other things to worry about. Like what a loser he was. He couldn't even tell Sakura the truth. Sighing, Syaoran pushed open the door to the gents and walked directly towards the sink.
He began splashing cold water on his face, berating himself for being such a coward. I'm a pathetic, pathetic loser.
"You are." A voice said.
Syaoran looked up, shocked. He wasn't even aware that he'd said that out loud. 'Mind your own business.' He wanted to say, but he didn't. After all, he was the one who'd been talking to himself in the toilet.
And then he realised that it was Eriol.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" Syaoran nearly shouted.
Eriol washed his hands and slowly dried them on a paper towel before calmly replying, "I should ask you the same."
Syaoran remained silent.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Eriol asked. "You're sitting there, having a great time talking, you look into her eyes, you're about to tell her something that she's been waiting ages to hear, and suddenly you excuse yourself?"
"You were spying on me." Syaoran said accusingly. It was a statement, not a question.
"Man! How did you know?"
Syaoran shrugged. "It was a guess." He leaned against the tiled wall and closed his eyes. "You gotta help me, man. I don't know what to do."
Eriol looked curiously at him. "What do you mean? I thought you had it all planned out?"
Syaoran slowly opened his eyes again, as if in pain. "I did. At least, I thought I had it all worked out. But…"
"What's the problem?"
Syaoran looked embarrassed. "The thing is.. well, I don't know how to say this, but… do you sometimes just freeze and blank out in front of a girl you like?"
"Of course." Eriol mumbled. He knew better than anyone else.
"Huh?"
Eriol cleared his throat. "Um-- I mean, I know what you're talking about-- not from experience, of course." He laughed nervously, as if dismissing the mere idea.
"Then you know what I mean." Syaoran continued. "It's like, everytime I look at her, my throat goes all dry and I forget the speech that I had practised a hundred times before."
"Aah."
Syaoran was embarrassed about telling his bestfriend such honest and - well - embarrassing secrets, but he was on a tirade and wouldn't stop now. "And when I look at her all I want to do is-- kiss her, know what I mean? It's like I have no control over myself."
"Aah." Eriol said again. He knew what Syaoran meant.
Syaoran looked at him, annoyed. "Will you stop doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"Stop saying 'aah'. What do you mean by 'aah'?"
Eriol thought for awhile. "I mean that there's another way to do this, since you lose your tongue everytime you're near her."
Syaoran stood up straighter, interested. "Really? There is?"
Eriol nodded. "But you risk getting slapped by her and beaten up by her brother."
Syaoran winced. "Ouch."
Eriol considered awhile. "But in your case, there's no risk, actually. Since Sakura's definitely interested."
Syaoran sighed. "Tell me." He crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping that this wasn't another one of Eriol's hair-brained schemes.
"You've had a great date, you've found each other to be your soulmate for life, you're walking her home, the stars are lighting up the street, you're completely nervous and tongue-tied around her, she's looking great, you wanna kiss her…"
Syaoran nodded slowly, taking things in one at a time. "Yeah… and your point is?"
"Just before you reach her house, you slow down. (By this time you should be holding her hand.) Make sure there's some tree or something blocking you from Touya's view. In other words, you should be at least twenty metres from her house, and this time, you look into her eyes, your heart is pounding, and you look into her eyes and… you kiss her."
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Sakura stirred her glass of iced lemon tea as she waited for Syaoran to return. She was puzzled about something. If he wanted to go to the bathroom, why didn't he just go? Why did he stutter and beat about the bush for five minutes just to ask to be excused?
Sakura sighed. She still had no idea how this date was going to end. Everything was going fine and dandy at the moment, but what would happen when she 'confessed'? Would he laugh in her face? Would he pat her on the back and say, 'sorry, kid, but you're just not my type'? Would he let her down gently? Or would he smile at her? Would he reciprocate her feelings?
She didn't know, but she was dying to know.
She heard a giggle from the table opposite their's. She looked up.
A sophisticated, cultured-looking lady was sitting there, her perfectly- painted mouth curved into a dazzling smile. "You and your boyfriend," she giggled again. "You eez so-- so-- what eez zee word?" She tapped a violet- polished nail on the table as she thought. "You eez so matching."
Sakura didn't know what to say; she settled for a friendly smile. "Oh, he's not my boyfriend. We're just-- friends." If she thought the lady looked somewhat familiar, she didn't pursue the matter.
Tomoyo plastered a look of practised mock-surprise on her face, hoping that her best friend would not recognise her. "Ooh! Eez zat so?" she asked, putting on a fake French accent. "You two look-- wonzzerful together. Are you on a-- a date?"
As expected, Sakura blushed. "Our friends set us up."
Tomoyo elegantly lifted an eyebrow, as if considering that for the first time. "Zeez friends of yours-- zey must be very nice." She commented.
"Oh, they are." Sakura nodded to emphasize that fact. "They are very nice people." She leaned towards Tomoyo conspirationally. "In fact, we're going to try to get them to go out. You know, on a date."
Tomoyo smiled at Sakura politely and sat back, satisfied. She was going to have so much to tell Eriol!
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Match-maked
By like a falling star
Syaoran stood up and nearly knocked over a pretty red-head who looked to be French and who was returning from the bathroom, and was heading towards the table opposite theirs. "Sorry," he mumbled, stepping past her to get to the bathroom.
She only smiled and adjusted her sunglasses.
Syaoran thought she looked a little familiar, though he couldn't quite place her…
Oh, well. He had other things to worry about. Like what a loser he was. He couldn't even tell Sakura the truth. Sighing, Syaoran pushed open the door to the gents and walked directly towards the sink.
He began splashing cold water on his face, berating himself for being such a coward. I'm a pathetic, pathetic loser.
"You are." A voice said.
Syaoran looked up, shocked. He wasn't even aware that he'd said that out loud. 'Mind your own business.' He wanted to say, but he didn't. After all, he was the one who'd been talking to himself in the toilet.
And then he realised that it was Eriol.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" Syaoran nearly shouted.
Eriol washed his hands and slowly dried them on a paper towel before calmly replying, "I should ask you the same."
Syaoran remained silent.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Eriol asked. "You're sitting there, having a great time talking, you look into her eyes, you're about to tell her something that she's been waiting ages to hear, and suddenly you excuse yourself?"
"You were spying on me." Syaoran said accusingly. It was a statement, not a question.
"Man! How did you know?"
Syaoran shrugged. "It was a guess." He leaned against the tiled wall and closed his eyes. "You gotta help me, man. I don't know what to do."
Eriol looked curiously at him. "What do you mean? I thought you had it all planned out?"
Syaoran slowly opened his eyes again, as if in pain. "I did. At least, I thought I had it all worked out. But…"
"What's the problem?"
Syaoran looked embarrassed. "The thing is.. well, I don't know how to say this, but… do you sometimes just freeze and blank out in front of a girl you like?"
"Of course." Eriol mumbled. He knew better than anyone else.
"Huh?"
Eriol cleared his throat. "Um-- I mean, I know what you're talking about-- not from experience, of course." He laughed nervously, as if dismissing the mere idea.
"Then you know what I mean." Syaoran continued. "It's like, everytime I look at her, my throat goes all dry and I forget the speech that I had practised a hundred times before."
"Aah."
Syaoran was embarrassed about telling his bestfriend such honest and - well - embarrassing secrets, but he was on a tirade and wouldn't stop now. "And when I look at her all I want to do is-- kiss her, know what I mean? It's like I have no control over myself."
"Aah." Eriol said again. He knew what Syaoran meant.
Syaoran looked at him, annoyed. "Will you stop doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"Stop saying 'aah'. What do you mean by 'aah'?"
Eriol thought for awhile. "I mean that there's another way to do this, since you lose your tongue everytime you're near her."
Syaoran stood up straighter, interested. "Really? There is?"
Eriol nodded. "But you risk getting slapped by her and beaten up by her brother."
Syaoran winced. "Ouch."
Eriol considered awhile. "But in your case, there's no risk, actually. Since Sakura's definitely interested."
Syaoran sighed. "Tell me." He crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping that this wasn't another one of Eriol's hair-brained schemes.
"You've had a great date, you've found each other to be your soulmate for life, you're walking her home, the stars are lighting up the street, you're completely nervous and tongue-tied around her, she's looking great, you wanna kiss her…"
Syaoran nodded slowly, taking things in one at a time. "Yeah… and your point is?"
"Just before you reach her house, you slow down. (By this time you should be holding her hand.) Make sure there's some tree or something blocking you from Touya's view. In other words, you should be at least twenty metres from her house, and this time, you look into her eyes, your heart is pounding, and you look into her eyes and… you kiss her."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sakura stirred her glass of iced lemon tea as she waited for Syaoran to return. She was puzzled about something. If he wanted to go to the bathroom, why didn't he just go? Why did he stutter and beat about the bush for five minutes just to ask to be excused?
Sakura sighed. She still had no idea how this date was going to end. Everything was going fine and dandy at the moment, but what would happen when she 'confessed'? Would he laugh in her face? Would he pat her on the back and say, 'sorry, kid, but you're just not my type'? Would he let her down gently? Or would he smile at her? Would he reciprocate her feelings?
She didn't know, but she was dying to know.
She heard a giggle from the table opposite their's. She looked up.
A sophisticated, cultured-looking lady was sitting there, her perfectly- painted mouth curved into a dazzling smile. "You and your boyfriend," she giggled again. "You eez so-- so-- what eez zee word?" She tapped a violet- polished nail on the table as she thought. "You eez so matching."
Sakura didn't know what to say; she settled for a friendly smile. "Oh, he's not my boyfriend. We're just-- friends." If she thought the lady looked somewhat familiar, she didn't pursue the matter.
Tomoyo plastered a look of practised mock-surprise on her face, hoping that her best friend would not recognise her. "Ooh! Eez zat so?" she asked, putting on a fake French accent. "You two look-- wonzzerful together. Are you on a-- a date?"
As expected, Sakura blushed. "Our friends set us up."
Tomoyo elegantly lifted an eyebrow, as if considering that for the first time. "Zeez friends of yours-- zey must be very nice." She commented.
"Oh, they are." Sakura nodded to emphasize that fact. "They are very nice people." She leaned towards Tomoyo conspirationally. "In fact, we're going to try to get them to go out. You know, on a date."
Tomoyo smiled at Sakura politely and sat back, satisfied. She was going to have so much to tell Eriol!
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