Part 5: An Embarrassing Story
This part was the part that really embarrassed me the most, and it's embarrassing to tell it to you, but I'll tell it anyways.
Mommy and dad were definitely hitting it off well. How well was the question at hand. They figured out, however, that one day. See, music and art projects were to be due soon, and it was totally up to them to decide what they were going to do.
While many other students had trouble deciding what to do, mommy and dad decided to go to the beach, take a few pictures, hang out, and then come back in. They would then blow the picture up to a reasonable size, trace it, and paint it. It was easy, and at the same time, they would have fun at the beach. Billie Jean was making her own little definition for 'fun' though.
They went to the beach anyways, but they came back later than expected, so this made the rumor Billie Jean was spreading even bigger. Even Aunty Tomoyo, Aunty Chiharu, and Aunty Naoko didn't believe mommy! The only people who believed dad and mommy were The Dragons. They knew dad so well they could practically predict what he was going to do, and they all knew very well that dad disliked lying down in the sand. It messed up his hair. So unless dad and mommy were having 'fun' in the water or on the rocks, they didn't see how it was possible. The car was still intact, and no one saw dad and mommy enter the hotel before they had come that evening. It was simply impossible.
While dad was saved from the bickering and teasing of his friends, mommy was stuck trying to convince Aunty Tomoyo, Aunty Naoko, and Aunty Chiharu what really happened.
"I swear, we didn't do anything!" Sakura said from the chair.
She was sitting in the middle of a dark room with lights baring down on only her. Tomoyo, Chiharu, and Naoko looked at each other, and then at Billie Jean, who was sitting down on a chair a slight ways away.
"Why are you here?" Sakura asked Billie Jean angrily.
"I was here the whole time," Billie said blankly. "You could've asked me that question a long time ago. You are so like totally changing the subject!"
Chiharu, Tomoyo, and Naoko looked at each other and nodded.
"No I'm not!" Sakura sighed. "All right, all right! I'll tell you what happened! We went to the beach."
Syaoran and I got out of the car -
"And we dropped to the ground banging each other," a male voice came.
The girls jumped, and when they realized it was only Eriol and Takashi, they breathed in relief. Wait, hold up. They had climbed up the wall of the hotel just to get in?!
Chiharu crossed the room and smacked Takashi upside the head. "Don't scare us like that ever again!"
Takashi grinned and shrugged. "Sorry. So, how do we know if Sakura is telling the truth?"
"You should trust Sakura," Eriol said, grinning at Tomoyo who was smiling back.
Billie Jean rolled her eyes. "Anyways! Takashi is right. For all we know, they really did drop to the ground and start banging each other."
"But that's not what happened!" Sakura said urgently.
"I wish I had seen it," Naoko sighed. "Then I could've written down notes and based a story on it."
"I wish I was there with my camera," Tomoyo sighed. Eriol patted her on the head, and Tomoyo giggled and poked him.
Billie Jean, ignoring the flirting of the two, shook her head. "Listen, I think we really are just going to have to trust Sakura."
"Thank you!" Sakura breathed.
"Then I'll make my own version," Billie Jean added, and Tomoyo had to hurry in between Sakura and Billie Jean so that Sakura wouldn't jump up and kill Billie Jean.
"Continue!" Chiharu demanded, and Sakura, though still glaring at Billie, nodded.:
We stepped out of the car and we did not start banging each other!
Ahem.
I glanced at Syaoran. He seemed to be peaceful today. He didn't even seem to have a craving for cigarettes. Of course, he probably just snuck one or two in when I went for breakfast with Tomoyo.
We walked around for a while before Syaoran said that we should go up to the rocks and take a picture from there. I agreed and followed him up. It was quite a climb, but nothing that I couldn't handle. We reached the top finally and we dropped to the ground, both of us panting.
But Syaoran stopped panting slightly and gasped. His eyes glazed over and I turned around to see what he was looking at. What a sight! The water was like diamonds. You could see right through the water. I could even see a little crab down in there! And all of the fish! But that wasn't everything.
The palm trees shone in the golden sun and the sand was so. I don't know. sandy. It was a sight for sights.
"This is amazing," I breathed. I reached for my camera, but Syaoran put his hand on mine and stopped me from getting it.
"Imagine what it'll be like at sunset."
He looked at me and grinned, and I couldn't help but grin back. This was awesome. I didn't know what Syaoran was thinking, but I was thinking that I sure was lucky to be up at the top of the rocks all alone with the hunk of all hunks. No Billie Jean to start rumors, no tourists making any noise. Just the sweet song of the wind and the birds.
We sat there for the longest while. We ate the lunch we packed and talked about everything we could think of until there was nothing else to talk about. I had an idea in my head, but it definitely wasn't for sharing. The idea was something that was forbidden, but I couldn't help but think that maybe I liked Syaoran. Maybe even loved him.
I looked up to see Syaoran staring at me. He blushed, but he didn't seem to be able to look away, and I couldn't help but laugh. Syaoran snapped out of the trance, and we giggled together. The giggles went on to chuckles and then hysterical laughter. We couldn't stop laughing! I thought that maybe someone put laughing juice in the food and I laughed only harder.
After how long only God knows, we regained control. We sat in silence again, and Syaoran checked his watch.
"One hour until sunset," he noted.
I sighed in boredom. I then glanced down at the beautiful beach. "Hey, lets go for a swim."
"You're crazy," Syaoran simply said, and just to prove how crazy I was, I grabbed his arm and jumped up, pulling him up with me. I then jumped down, off of the rocks, and into the ocean, bringing him down with me.
I swam to the top and gasped for breath. I looked around, grinning madly. My grin faded when I didn't see Syaoran return to the surface. But then I rolled my eyes. It was so obvious he was pretending to need help. I decided I'd let him come up to the top when he needed air, but then something grabbed onto my waist. I was brought down under the surface and I struggled to get away.
Finally, I saw that it was Syaoran playing around with me. He let me go and we both went to the surface, but I barely let Syaoran get a gasp of air before I dunked him under.
That was how we missed the sunset. An hour of playing around, and we missed the sunset, seeing that the camera was up on the rocks. But then we were suddenly happy, no, overjoyed that we missed the sunset, because the sight to see afterwards was all the better.
The full moon made the dark, mysterious waters shine in slivers of silver. The sand turned a sandy gray, and the palm trees seemed to glow. It was perfect -
"And that's all?" Tomoyo asked as Sakura hesitated.
Sakura started to nod, but Billie Jean interrupted her with a rather un- angelic statement.
"Seriously," Chiharu said. "Why'd you hesitate? Are you denying your friends a love scene?"
They all peered down expectantly at Sakura. She gulped and sighed.
"Fine, fine, sit down.It came as a surprise what Syaoran did. We had taken the photographs we needed and we were heading towards the car when he stopped me and kissed me."
"Like. Graphic detail needed over here!" Billie Jean said, snapping her fingers hastily.
"No way," Sakura said. "Isn't that enough rumor for you to spread? I mean, Syaoran Li kissed me!"
"I know," Billie Jean said as if she'd heard the most disgusting thing in the world.
"My poor Sakura!" Tomoyo sobbed. Eriol put his arm around her to comfort her (*cough*yeahright*cough*).
"The horrible thing about it is that she liked it," Takashi said, shaking his head. Chiharu knocked him over the head again.
"How romantic," Naoko sighed.
Sakura rolled her eyes. "You guys, it was just a friendly kiss!"
The room was silent before laughter rung out. Billie Jean was down on all fours, pounding the ground as she laughed hysterically. Chiharu had backed into the wall laughing. Naoko had dropped her glasses because she was laughing so hard, and Eriol had to hold onto Tomoyo because she was laughing so hard she looked like she was about to faint.
"Some friends you are," Sakura muttered.
"T-that's not it!" Tomoyo breathed. She regained her balance and clutched at her side. "We are your friends! B-but." Tomoyo went off into laughter again.
"A friendly kiss?!" Billie Jean screeched. She rolled her and kicked her legs into the air. "You mean you really think Syaoran doesn't think more of you than a friend?!"
Sakura frowned and shook her head.
The laughter in the room grew louder.
"Hey, Sakura," Billie grinned from the one side of the hall. Sakura and Syaoran had been on their way to the room. It was just last night Sakura had made her confessions to her friends and Billie Jean, yet it seemed like she hadn't at all.
Yet she had, and she told Syaoran too. Syaoran didn't seem to care, though. In fact, they had just gone down to the café to talk about it. And an amazing thing happened. Syaoran didn't blush once! Well, okay. He did blush just a tiny bit. At that one point.
"It doesn't help to be walking with the man of the kiss," Billie continued.
Syaoran growled, but Sakura put out her hand. "Excuse me, Syaoran, can I speak to Billie alone? Please?"
Syaoran glared at Billie, but he stalked off down the hall anyways.
"Billie, look, I know it's your job to be the major gossiper and everything, but please, can you please stop?"
"Hold on, hold on," Billie snorted. "Gossip? Who said anything about gossip? This is the real deal, Sakura! Are you really that dense or have you just never been liked before?"
A distant, "I love you Sakura!" was heard, and Billie rolled her eyes. "Okay, so I guess that means you're dense."
"There isn't anything going on between us!" Sakura said hotly. "We're friends!"
"Sakura?" Syaoran's voice came from around the corner. "Aren't you done talking to that girl yet?"
"He seems eager," Billie said, speaking loud enough to make sure Syaoran heard. Syaoran came fully around the corner with an angry Meilin at his side.
"Sic her," Syaoran said dully, and Meilin launched herself at Billie Jean.
As Syaoran and Sakura walked around the corner of the hallway, screams of pain coming from Billie Jean were heard. Sakura almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
"Hey, Sakura!" a voice beckoned from the ladies' room. Sakura peered in and saw that Billie Jean, with her arm in a cast and a black eye. She looked around, and as Sakura walked in and closed the door, Billie Jean stood there sullenly.
"What?" Sakura asked.
"This is not a rumor. This is not a lie. I'm telling you this for your own good. Syaoran. he. The only reason he's been getting close to you is because he has a bet with the other Dragons that he can get you into bed."
Sakura instantly sat down on the sink. She shook her head. "No, quit it, Billie. That's not true." Yet even as she said the words, more and more was making sense to her. Inviting her to the café, being so nice to her, kissing her. All of it. A bet. A lie. They probably even set up the rumor that Syaoran liked her since the seventh grade so that Billie Jean could find out and spread it.
"I heard them in the lobby a few minutes ago. I'm so sorry, Sakura."
Billie Jean was genuinely sad, and she decided to leave Sakura to herself. If anyone was to help her feel better, it should be Tomoyo, her best friend, not herself, her arch enemy.
Sakura was in the bathroom for what must've been an hour before she ran out. She rushed towards her hotel room and opened it before dropping down onto her bed and sobbing. It was late in night before Syaoran finally returned, and when he saw Sakura's soaked pillow, he instantly got concerned.
"Sakura? Sakura, what's wrong?"
"You know what's wrong," Sakura muttered. She looked up and Syaoran saw that there were still fresh tears in her eyes. "You know fully well what's wrong."
Syaoran shook his head, but he didn't have time to reply.
"Since I'm just some cheap object, why don't you take me right now?!" Sakura yelled. She threw the pillow at Syaoran, who caught it.
He was in a trance. He knew then and there that Sakura had found out about the bet, though how, he wasn't sure. "Sakura. Sakura, that was in the past! It's different now-"
"Really!" Sakura yelled. She jumped off of the bed. "It's that different? Two days ago you kissed me Syaoran! You lied to me for, what, the millionth time, just to get me in bed so you could win a dumb bet?!"
"I don't care about it anymore-"
"Since I found out!" Sakura screamed in frustration and grabbed the picture the two of them had been working on. She tore it in half and threw one half at Syaoran. "I refuse to work with you anymore!"
"I'm sorry!"
Sakura slapped him so hard Syaoran staggered back into the wall. Sakura glared at Syaoran, while Syaoran just stared at her. A second later, Iris started wailing. Sakura and Syaoran glanced at her. They probably made too much noise (understatement). Sakura and Syaoran looked back at each other. Sakura looked back at Iris, then back at Syaoran, then back at Iris and she crossed the room to the wailing doll. She walked towards the door, Iris in her arms, and muttered to Syaoran, "I'll be at Tomoyo's if you need me," and with that, she slammed the door shut.
Syaoran groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.
'One day you'll want a wife and a kid, and I'm worried that when you finally do get your own family, your wife will walk out on you and she will take your kid. I know you care.'
"Syaoran!" the door burst open. Meilin was standing there with a highly annoyed look on her face. "Billie Jean just found out that the art and music projects are to be presented!"
Syaoran bit on his tongue so he wouldn't yell out a colorful curse, and he kicked angrily at the bed side.
This part was the part that really embarrassed me the most, and it's embarrassing to tell it to you, but I'll tell it anyways.
Mommy and dad were definitely hitting it off well. How well was the question at hand. They figured out, however, that one day. See, music and art projects were to be due soon, and it was totally up to them to decide what they were going to do.
While many other students had trouble deciding what to do, mommy and dad decided to go to the beach, take a few pictures, hang out, and then come back in. They would then blow the picture up to a reasonable size, trace it, and paint it. It was easy, and at the same time, they would have fun at the beach. Billie Jean was making her own little definition for 'fun' though.
They went to the beach anyways, but they came back later than expected, so this made the rumor Billie Jean was spreading even bigger. Even Aunty Tomoyo, Aunty Chiharu, and Aunty Naoko didn't believe mommy! The only people who believed dad and mommy were The Dragons. They knew dad so well they could practically predict what he was going to do, and they all knew very well that dad disliked lying down in the sand. It messed up his hair. So unless dad and mommy were having 'fun' in the water or on the rocks, they didn't see how it was possible. The car was still intact, and no one saw dad and mommy enter the hotel before they had come that evening. It was simply impossible.
While dad was saved from the bickering and teasing of his friends, mommy was stuck trying to convince Aunty Tomoyo, Aunty Naoko, and Aunty Chiharu what really happened.
"I swear, we didn't do anything!" Sakura said from the chair.
She was sitting in the middle of a dark room with lights baring down on only her. Tomoyo, Chiharu, and Naoko looked at each other, and then at Billie Jean, who was sitting down on a chair a slight ways away.
"Why are you here?" Sakura asked Billie Jean angrily.
"I was here the whole time," Billie said blankly. "You could've asked me that question a long time ago. You are so like totally changing the subject!"
Chiharu, Tomoyo, and Naoko looked at each other and nodded.
"No I'm not!" Sakura sighed. "All right, all right! I'll tell you what happened! We went to the beach."
Syaoran and I got out of the car -
"And we dropped to the ground banging each other," a male voice came.
The girls jumped, and when they realized it was only Eriol and Takashi, they breathed in relief. Wait, hold up. They had climbed up the wall of the hotel just to get in?!
Chiharu crossed the room and smacked Takashi upside the head. "Don't scare us like that ever again!"
Takashi grinned and shrugged. "Sorry. So, how do we know if Sakura is telling the truth?"
"You should trust Sakura," Eriol said, grinning at Tomoyo who was smiling back.
Billie Jean rolled her eyes. "Anyways! Takashi is right. For all we know, they really did drop to the ground and start banging each other."
"But that's not what happened!" Sakura said urgently.
"I wish I had seen it," Naoko sighed. "Then I could've written down notes and based a story on it."
"I wish I was there with my camera," Tomoyo sighed. Eriol patted her on the head, and Tomoyo giggled and poked him.
Billie Jean, ignoring the flirting of the two, shook her head. "Listen, I think we really are just going to have to trust Sakura."
"Thank you!" Sakura breathed.
"Then I'll make my own version," Billie Jean added, and Tomoyo had to hurry in between Sakura and Billie Jean so that Sakura wouldn't jump up and kill Billie Jean.
"Continue!" Chiharu demanded, and Sakura, though still glaring at Billie, nodded.:
We stepped out of the car and we did not start banging each other!
Ahem.
I glanced at Syaoran. He seemed to be peaceful today. He didn't even seem to have a craving for cigarettes. Of course, he probably just snuck one or two in when I went for breakfast with Tomoyo.
We walked around for a while before Syaoran said that we should go up to the rocks and take a picture from there. I agreed and followed him up. It was quite a climb, but nothing that I couldn't handle. We reached the top finally and we dropped to the ground, both of us panting.
But Syaoran stopped panting slightly and gasped. His eyes glazed over and I turned around to see what he was looking at. What a sight! The water was like diamonds. You could see right through the water. I could even see a little crab down in there! And all of the fish! But that wasn't everything.
The palm trees shone in the golden sun and the sand was so. I don't know. sandy. It was a sight for sights.
"This is amazing," I breathed. I reached for my camera, but Syaoran put his hand on mine and stopped me from getting it.
"Imagine what it'll be like at sunset."
He looked at me and grinned, and I couldn't help but grin back. This was awesome. I didn't know what Syaoran was thinking, but I was thinking that I sure was lucky to be up at the top of the rocks all alone with the hunk of all hunks. No Billie Jean to start rumors, no tourists making any noise. Just the sweet song of the wind and the birds.
We sat there for the longest while. We ate the lunch we packed and talked about everything we could think of until there was nothing else to talk about. I had an idea in my head, but it definitely wasn't for sharing. The idea was something that was forbidden, but I couldn't help but think that maybe I liked Syaoran. Maybe even loved him.
I looked up to see Syaoran staring at me. He blushed, but he didn't seem to be able to look away, and I couldn't help but laugh. Syaoran snapped out of the trance, and we giggled together. The giggles went on to chuckles and then hysterical laughter. We couldn't stop laughing! I thought that maybe someone put laughing juice in the food and I laughed only harder.
After how long only God knows, we regained control. We sat in silence again, and Syaoran checked his watch.
"One hour until sunset," he noted.
I sighed in boredom. I then glanced down at the beautiful beach. "Hey, lets go for a swim."
"You're crazy," Syaoran simply said, and just to prove how crazy I was, I grabbed his arm and jumped up, pulling him up with me. I then jumped down, off of the rocks, and into the ocean, bringing him down with me.
I swam to the top and gasped for breath. I looked around, grinning madly. My grin faded when I didn't see Syaoran return to the surface. But then I rolled my eyes. It was so obvious he was pretending to need help. I decided I'd let him come up to the top when he needed air, but then something grabbed onto my waist. I was brought down under the surface and I struggled to get away.
Finally, I saw that it was Syaoran playing around with me. He let me go and we both went to the surface, but I barely let Syaoran get a gasp of air before I dunked him under.
That was how we missed the sunset. An hour of playing around, and we missed the sunset, seeing that the camera was up on the rocks. But then we were suddenly happy, no, overjoyed that we missed the sunset, because the sight to see afterwards was all the better.
The full moon made the dark, mysterious waters shine in slivers of silver. The sand turned a sandy gray, and the palm trees seemed to glow. It was perfect -
"And that's all?" Tomoyo asked as Sakura hesitated.
Sakura started to nod, but Billie Jean interrupted her with a rather un- angelic statement.
"Seriously," Chiharu said. "Why'd you hesitate? Are you denying your friends a love scene?"
They all peered down expectantly at Sakura. She gulped and sighed.
"Fine, fine, sit down.It came as a surprise what Syaoran did. We had taken the photographs we needed and we were heading towards the car when he stopped me and kissed me."
"Like. Graphic detail needed over here!" Billie Jean said, snapping her fingers hastily.
"No way," Sakura said. "Isn't that enough rumor for you to spread? I mean, Syaoran Li kissed me!"
"I know," Billie Jean said as if she'd heard the most disgusting thing in the world.
"My poor Sakura!" Tomoyo sobbed. Eriol put his arm around her to comfort her (*cough*yeahright*cough*).
"The horrible thing about it is that she liked it," Takashi said, shaking his head. Chiharu knocked him over the head again.
"How romantic," Naoko sighed.
Sakura rolled her eyes. "You guys, it was just a friendly kiss!"
The room was silent before laughter rung out. Billie Jean was down on all fours, pounding the ground as she laughed hysterically. Chiharu had backed into the wall laughing. Naoko had dropped her glasses because she was laughing so hard, and Eriol had to hold onto Tomoyo because she was laughing so hard she looked like she was about to faint.
"Some friends you are," Sakura muttered.
"T-that's not it!" Tomoyo breathed. She regained her balance and clutched at her side. "We are your friends! B-but." Tomoyo went off into laughter again.
"A friendly kiss?!" Billie Jean screeched. She rolled her and kicked her legs into the air. "You mean you really think Syaoran doesn't think more of you than a friend?!"
Sakura frowned and shook her head.
The laughter in the room grew louder.
"Hey, Sakura," Billie grinned from the one side of the hall. Sakura and Syaoran had been on their way to the room. It was just last night Sakura had made her confessions to her friends and Billie Jean, yet it seemed like she hadn't at all.
Yet she had, and she told Syaoran too. Syaoran didn't seem to care, though. In fact, they had just gone down to the café to talk about it. And an amazing thing happened. Syaoran didn't blush once! Well, okay. He did blush just a tiny bit. At that one point.
"It doesn't help to be walking with the man of the kiss," Billie continued.
Syaoran growled, but Sakura put out her hand. "Excuse me, Syaoran, can I speak to Billie alone? Please?"
Syaoran glared at Billie, but he stalked off down the hall anyways.
"Billie, look, I know it's your job to be the major gossiper and everything, but please, can you please stop?"
"Hold on, hold on," Billie snorted. "Gossip? Who said anything about gossip? This is the real deal, Sakura! Are you really that dense or have you just never been liked before?"
A distant, "I love you Sakura!" was heard, and Billie rolled her eyes. "Okay, so I guess that means you're dense."
"There isn't anything going on between us!" Sakura said hotly. "We're friends!"
"Sakura?" Syaoran's voice came from around the corner. "Aren't you done talking to that girl yet?"
"He seems eager," Billie said, speaking loud enough to make sure Syaoran heard. Syaoran came fully around the corner with an angry Meilin at his side.
"Sic her," Syaoran said dully, and Meilin launched herself at Billie Jean.
As Syaoran and Sakura walked around the corner of the hallway, screams of pain coming from Billie Jean were heard. Sakura almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
"Hey, Sakura!" a voice beckoned from the ladies' room. Sakura peered in and saw that Billie Jean, with her arm in a cast and a black eye. She looked around, and as Sakura walked in and closed the door, Billie Jean stood there sullenly.
"What?" Sakura asked.
"This is not a rumor. This is not a lie. I'm telling you this for your own good. Syaoran. he. The only reason he's been getting close to you is because he has a bet with the other Dragons that he can get you into bed."
Sakura instantly sat down on the sink. She shook her head. "No, quit it, Billie. That's not true." Yet even as she said the words, more and more was making sense to her. Inviting her to the café, being so nice to her, kissing her. All of it. A bet. A lie. They probably even set up the rumor that Syaoran liked her since the seventh grade so that Billie Jean could find out and spread it.
"I heard them in the lobby a few minutes ago. I'm so sorry, Sakura."
Billie Jean was genuinely sad, and she decided to leave Sakura to herself. If anyone was to help her feel better, it should be Tomoyo, her best friend, not herself, her arch enemy.
Sakura was in the bathroom for what must've been an hour before she ran out. She rushed towards her hotel room and opened it before dropping down onto her bed and sobbing. It was late in night before Syaoran finally returned, and when he saw Sakura's soaked pillow, he instantly got concerned.
"Sakura? Sakura, what's wrong?"
"You know what's wrong," Sakura muttered. She looked up and Syaoran saw that there were still fresh tears in her eyes. "You know fully well what's wrong."
Syaoran shook his head, but he didn't have time to reply.
"Since I'm just some cheap object, why don't you take me right now?!" Sakura yelled. She threw the pillow at Syaoran, who caught it.
He was in a trance. He knew then and there that Sakura had found out about the bet, though how, he wasn't sure. "Sakura. Sakura, that was in the past! It's different now-"
"Really!" Sakura yelled. She jumped off of the bed. "It's that different? Two days ago you kissed me Syaoran! You lied to me for, what, the millionth time, just to get me in bed so you could win a dumb bet?!"
"I don't care about it anymore-"
"Since I found out!" Sakura screamed in frustration and grabbed the picture the two of them had been working on. She tore it in half and threw one half at Syaoran. "I refuse to work with you anymore!"
"I'm sorry!"
Sakura slapped him so hard Syaoran staggered back into the wall. Sakura glared at Syaoran, while Syaoran just stared at her. A second later, Iris started wailing. Sakura and Syaoran glanced at her. They probably made too much noise (understatement). Sakura and Syaoran looked back at each other. Sakura looked back at Iris, then back at Syaoran, then back at Iris and she crossed the room to the wailing doll. She walked towards the door, Iris in her arms, and muttered to Syaoran, "I'll be at Tomoyo's if you need me," and with that, she slammed the door shut.
Syaoran groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.
'One day you'll want a wife and a kid, and I'm worried that when you finally do get your own family, your wife will walk out on you and she will take your kid. I know you care.'
"Syaoran!" the door burst open. Meilin was standing there with a highly annoyed look on her face. "Billie Jean just found out that the art and music projects are to be presented!"
Syaoran bit on his tongue so he wouldn't yell out a colorful curse, and he kicked angrily at the bed side.