World Cup Craze
By like a falling star
"They're dead." Chiharu muttered darkly.
"Toast. Finished." Tomoyo agreed, flexing her arm muscles dangerously.
Sakura patted the pocket of her jean jacket, making sure that the Clow Cards were still intact. So that a little revenge could be taken later. "Burnt at the stake." She added.
"If they show up at all," Tomoyo said, glancing at her wrist-watch for what seemed to be the hundredth time that afternoon.
The three girls were seated around a round, intimate table-for-six at a cosy, classy café. Sitting, doing nothing. Sitting, waiting for their dates to show up. Normally, they were just three very typical, gossipy, giggly 16- year-olds girls, but now, they were three very grumpy, PMS-infected females. How convenient.
"They're screwed." Chiharu crumpled her napkin into a little ball and dumped it into her glass of iced water.
"They're late." Sakura stated simply, fingering the key on her necklace.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Syaoran and Yamazaki walked in, wearing the same harried expressions. Both were panting heavily, as if they'd just run in from a marathon. They took one look at the girls' faces and sank down heavily into their seats, looking defeated.
"What have you got to say for yourselves?" Sakura demanded, rather unlike herself.
Syaoran cowered under her stare. "Um-- sorry we're late."
Chiharu clinked her fingernails against her glass. "Your point being?"
Yamazaki looked sheepish. "We were taking care of some soccer stuff," he mumbled.
Suddenly Eriol glided in, and plopped easily down in his seat.
Tomoyo turned to him. "And you, mister? Your excuse is…?"
Eriol grinned and handed her a bouquet of white roses. Tomoyo's all-time favourite flower. "For you, m'lady."
Tomoyo's eyes softened as she took the flowers. Then she looked up at Eriol. "Nice try, Cassonova. Why are you late?"
Eriol gave her a sheepish grin. "Cos I was looking for your favourite flowers?"
Tomoyo rolled her eyes and waited.
"We were a little caught up in some soccer… preparations, and we lost track of the time. I'm sorry, Tomo-chan."
Syaoran, Yamazaki, Sakura and Chiharu winced at this pet-name-calling.
Tomoyo smiled at Eriol. "An A+ for effort," she said. "You're forgiven." Then she leaned over and gave Eriol a lingering kiss.
They parted, completely oblivious to the disgusted look of their friends.
"Are you done?" Chiharu asked pointedly. "We'd like to continue our-- discussion, thank you very much."
"Of course." Tomoyo smiled mildly. "Continue, please."
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"Would you mind turning it down a little?" Sakura asked.
"Uh." The guys answered non-commitally, their eyes still glued to the set, watching every move in anticipation.
"Hello!?!" Chiharu thundered, looking particularly murderous. "Are you listening!?!"
"Hmm." Yamazaki said, nodding solemnly. His eyes traveled the path of the ball, unblinking. "Yeah."
"They're hopeless." Chiharu said with a little sigh, dropping back onto the couch.
"Is it always like that?" Tomoyo asked Nakuru.
Nakuru rolled her eyes. "It gets worse." She said, nodding seriously. "Whenever someone scores a goal they--"
Suddenly a roar was heard. "GOAL!!!" Eriol, Syaoran and Yamazaki leaped up from their seats on the sofa, identical grins on their faces, and unfurled one of the banners. They ran around the living room, waving it around madly before dropping it on the floor and doing a little victory dance.
The girls watched, staring in shock at the spectacle. For a minute, no one said a word.
"--go crazy." Nakuru finished.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
By like a falling star
"They're dead." Chiharu muttered darkly.
"Toast. Finished." Tomoyo agreed, flexing her arm muscles dangerously.
Sakura patted the pocket of her jean jacket, making sure that the Clow Cards were still intact. So that a little revenge could be taken later. "Burnt at the stake." She added.
"If they show up at all," Tomoyo said, glancing at her wrist-watch for what seemed to be the hundredth time that afternoon.
The three girls were seated around a round, intimate table-for-six at a cosy, classy café. Sitting, doing nothing. Sitting, waiting for their dates to show up. Normally, they were just three very typical, gossipy, giggly 16- year-olds girls, but now, they were three very grumpy, PMS-infected females. How convenient.
"They're screwed." Chiharu crumpled her napkin into a little ball and dumped it into her glass of iced water.
"They're late." Sakura stated simply, fingering the key on her necklace.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Syaoran and Yamazaki walked in, wearing the same harried expressions. Both were panting heavily, as if they'd just run in from a marathon. They took one look at the girls' faces and sank down heavily into their seats, looking defeated.
"What have you got to say for yourselves?" Sakura demanded, rather unlike herself.
Syaoran cowered under her stare. "Um-- sorry we're late."
Chiharu clinked her fingernails against her glass. "Your point being?"
Yamazaki looked sheepish. "We were taking care of some soccer stuff," he mumbled.
Suddenly Eriol glided in, and plopped easily down in his seat.
Tomoyo turned to him. "And you, mister? Your excuse is…?"
Eriol grinned and handed her a bouquet of white roses. Tomoyo's all-time favourite flower. "For you, m'lady."
Tomoyo's eyes softened as she took the flowers. Then she looked up at Eriol. "Nice try, Cassonova. Why are you late?"
Eriol gave her a sheepish grin. "Cos I was looking for your favourite flowers?"
Tomoyo rolled her eyes and waited.
"We were a little caught up in some soccer… preparations, and we lost track of the time. I'm sorry, Tomo-chan."
Syaoran, Yamazaki, Sakura and Chiharu winced at this pet-name-calling.
Tomoyo smiled at Eriol. "An A+ for effort," she said. "You're forgiven." Then she leaned over and gave Eriol a lingering kiss.
They parted, completely oblivious to the disgusted look of their friends.
"Are you done?" Chiharu asked pointedly. "We'd like to continue our-- discussion, thank you very much."
"Of course." Tomoyo smiled mildly. "Continue, please."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Would you mind turning it down a little?" Sakura asked.
"Uh." The guys answered non-commitally, their eyes still glued to the set, watching every move in anticipation.
"Hello!?!" Chiharu thundered, looking particularly murderous. "Are you listening!?!"
"Hmm." Yamazaki said, nodding solemnly. His eyes traveled the path of the ball, unblinking. "Yeah."
"They're hopeless." Chiharu said with a little sigh, dropping back onto the couch.
"Is it always like that?" Tomoyo asked Nakuru.
Nakuru rolled her eyes. "It gets worse." She said, nodding seriously. "Whenever someone scores a goal they--"
Suddenly a roar was heard. "GOAL!!!" Eriol, Syaoran and Yamazaki leaped up from their seats on the sofa, identical grins on their faces, and unfurled one of the banners. They ran around the living room, waving it around madly before dropping it on the floor and doing a little victory dance.
The girls watched, staring in shock at the spectacle. For a minute, no one said a word.
"--go crazy." Nakuru finished.
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