Syaoran got out of his car and walked inside his tiny apartment.
"Hey..." called Eriol, lazily lying on the couch.
"Hey. Did you have any luck finding a job yet?" Syaoran asked, knowing what his answer
was going to be.
"Um...No, no not yet." he said, turning off the TV and walking into the kitchen.
"You need to find one, Eriol...you are seven months behind on your half of the rent. I'm tired of picking up your slack."
Syaoran groaned, as he looked through the tall stack of bills on the table.
*Glug* *GLug*
"Yeah I know Syaoran, but jobs are scarce lately."
"Man, don't drink out of the carton, that's sick!" said Syaoran, walking up to Eriol and putting down a class. "Here. It's called a glass, people use it to drink out of instead of bottles and
cartons, especially when everyone gets drink out of the same things."
"Haha..You made your point."
"Good."
"OH! Yeah. Dude, some man called for ya today while you were out."
Syaoran got tense with excitement, "What was his name??"
"I can't quite remember....Maybe it was...Rysiwitski...Wait, no...no that's not it...Hmm..."
"Risowski?!?!" Syaoran said, grabbing a hold of Eriol's collar.
"Yeah, that's it..How'd ya know?"
"He's the guy I've been waiting to hear from for the past two months. You Baka! Why didn't you give him my cell phone number?!?"
"I didn't think it was important. Sorry dude!"
"Argh! Did he leave a number?"
"Yeah..It's on the fridge."
Syaoran finally let go of Eriol's collar and walked to the hundreds of papers on the fridge.
"Where at?"
"Closer to the door."
"Here it is!"
Syaoran snatched the piece off the refridgerator door, and dashed over towards the phone.
"Hello?" said a voice on the other end.
"Mr. Risowski?" said an excited Syaoran.
"Syaoran, my boy, glad you called."
"Did the grant go through???"
"Excited, aren't we? Yes, yes, it went through fine."
"Great!! When can I leave?"
"As soon as possible. The team over there needs you."
"I'll leave monday morning! I'll call and reserve my flight right now."
"ALright my boy. I'll be hearing from you soon then?"
"Yes sir, you certainly will!"
"Good bye then."
"Good bye!"
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
"What was that all about?" asked Eriol with a puzzled look on his face.
"WOOOHOO!!!!!" screamed Syaoran.
"What?"
"That grant I applied for, so I could go help the archiological diggers? Well, it went through!"
"Uh huh..."
"What?"
"You won't leave behind your best friend." smiled Eriol, thinking Syaoran would never leave him.
"Wanna bet?"
"Yeah....and even if you do go, you'll be back within a week."
"How much?"
"30 Yen?"
"Deal!"
"Hey..." called Eriol, lazily lying on the couch.
"Hey. Did you have any luck finding a job yet?" Syaoran asked, knowing what his answer
was going to be.
"Um...No, no not yet." he said, turning off the TV and walking into the kitchen.
"You need to find one, Eriol...you are seven months behind on your half of the rent. I'm tired of picking up your slack."
Syaoran groaned, as he looked through the tall stack of bills on the table.
*Glug* *GLug*
"Yeah I know Syaoran, but jobs are scarce lately."
"Man, don't drink out of the carton, that's sick!" said Syaoran, walking up to Eriol and putting down a class. "Here. It's called a glass, people use it to drink out of instead of bottles and
cartons, especially when everyone gets drink out of the same things."
"Haha..You made your point."
"Good."
"OH! Yeah. Dude, some man called for ya today while you were out."
Syaoran got tense with excitement, "What was his name??"
"I can't quite remember....Maybe it was...Rysiwitski...Wait, no...no that's not it...Hmm..."
"Risowski?!?!" Syaoran said, grabbing a hold of Eriol's collar.
"Yeah, that's it..How'd ya know?"
"He's the guy I've been waiting to hear from for the past two months. You Baka! Why didn't you give him my cell phone number?!?"
"I didn't think it was important. Sorry dude!"
"Argh! Did he leave a number?"
"Yeah..It's on the fridge."
Syaoran finally let go of Eriol's collar and walked to the hundreds of papers on the fridge.
"Where at?"
"Closer to the door."
"Here it is!"
Syaoran snatched the piece off the refridgerator door, and dashed over towards the phone.
"Hello?" said a voice on the other end.
"Mr. Risowski?" said an excited Syaoran.
"Syaoran, my boy, glad you called."
"Did the grant go through???"
"Excited, aren't we? Yes, yes, it went through fine."
"Great!! When can I leave?"
"As soon as possible. The team over there needs you."
"I'll leave monday morning! I'll call and reserve my flight right now."
"ALright my boy. I'll be hearing from you soon then?"
"Yes sir, you certainly will!"
"Good bye then."
"Good bye!"
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
"What was that all about?" asked Eriol with a puzzled look on his face.
"WOOOHOO!!!!!" screamed Syaoran.
"What?"
"That grant I applied for, so I could go help the archiological diggers? Well, it went through!"
"Uh huh..."
"What?"
"You won't leave behind your best friend." smiled Eriol, thinking Syaoran would never leave him.
"Wanna bet?"
"Yeah....and even if you do go, you'll be back within a week."
"How much?"
"30 Yen?"
"Deal!"