Chapter 2: Is it really him?
"What's the matter?" Jo asked again, looking confused. As I being pushed back to reality, I quickly wiped away my tears.
"Oh, this is Li Syaoran. He's one of my friends from Japan," I explained, still coking because of the lump in my throat.
Jo snapped her fingers and exclaimed, "Oh I see! So that's why you looked so emotional."
When I saw the blank expression on Syaoran's face, I said, "This is Jo Wakerman, Syaoran."
"Nice to meet you," Syaoran stick out his right hand to shake Jo's.
Right the short introduction, Jo had to alight. After saying goodbye to Jo, I turned to my best friend and millions of questions appeared in my cramped limited little brain. I finally decided on asking the question I wanted to know most, "Why are you here in California? Is there something wrong?"
Syaoran shook his head and replied, "No, of course not. It's just that Dad wanted to have a change of environment and so he decided that we should migrate here to California since there is a relative here who is able to guide us around this strange place."
"What about Tomoyo? Is she okay about this?" I asked, hoping that she was handling this easy.
"Yeah, she was cool about this," Syaoran answered. A pain look was clearly shown in his amber eyes as he thought about the scene when I had to leave and the one when it was his turn. I felt a twinge of sadness for him. I patted his shoulder to comfort him.
"I'm okay," he said.
After we reached our destination( I realized that we were alighting at the same station), Syaoran suddenly, "Hey, wait. Maybe we can exchange our contact numbers so that we can keep in touch?" I took out a piece of paper and scribbled down my cell phone number and he did the same and handed it to me. After that, we went different directions.
I looked back. I saw the familiar brown hair which I used to mess around playfully when we were young. Yeah, it's really him---I will never be lonely anymore.
"What's the matter?" Jo asked again, looking confused. As I being pushed back to reality, I quickly wiped away my tears.
"Oh, this is Li Syaoran. He's one of my friends from Japan," I explained, still coking because of the lump in my throat.
Jo snapped her fingers and exclaimed, "Oh I see! So that's why you looked so emotional."
When I saw the blank expression on Syaoran's face, I said, "This is Jo Wakerman, Syaoran."
"Nice to meet you," Syaoran stick out his right hand to shake Jo's.
Right the short introduction, Jo had to alight. After saying goodbye to Jo, I turned to my best friend and millions of questions appeared in my cramped limited little brain. I finally decided on asking the question I wanted to know most, "Why are you here in California? Is there something wrong?"
Syaoran shook his head and replied, "No, of course not. It's just that Dad wanted to have a change of environment and so he decided that we should migrate here to California since there is a relative here who is able to guide us around this strange place."
"What about Tomoyo? Is she okay about this?" I asked, hoping that she was handling this easy.
"Yeah, she was cool about this," Syaoran answered. A pain look was clearly shown in his amber eyes as he thought about the scene when I had to leave and the one when it was his turn. I felt a twinge of sadness for him. I patted his shoulder to comfort him.
"I'm okay," he said.
After we reached our destination( I realized that we were alighting at the same station), Syaoran suddenly, "Hey, wait. Maybe we can exchange our contact numbers so that we can keep in touch?" I took out a piece of paper and scribbled down my cell phone number and he did the same and handed it to me. After that, we went different directions.
I looked back. I saw the familiar brown hair which I used to mess around playfully when we were young. Yeah, it's really him---I will never be lonely anymore.