CHAPTER 3
***Disclaimer- I don't own any of these characters or songs if I use them…please don't ask me.
Syaoran woke up to the sound of water running. He pulled an arm out from under him and put it where Tomoyo was, or should have been. He was fully awake when he noticed her absence. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. The room finally focused and he stood up.
He padded over to the bathroom and decided to use the facilities. Just as he was finishing, Tomoyo pulled back the shower curtain. Not noticing him there, she hopped out of the shower and wrapped herself and her hair in towels.
"Good morning, Tomoyo-chan." Syaoran coughed.
Tomoyo blushed big time before answering, "Good morning, Syaoran. How long have you been here?"
"Since ten thirty last night. You were out like a light when I came through the window, so I just crawled into bed with you."
Syaoran walked over to a towel clad Tomoyo and lightly grabbed her bare shoulders. "Do you want to talk about what happened while I was gone?"
"Nothing happened. I'm fine." She smiled. "Do you mind if I go and put my dress on?"
"No, go ahead. If you need to tell me anything, speak up."
"Thanks Syaoran." Tomoyo answered as she flipped on the television to the weather. She watched it intently and the turned it off. "There's a sixty three percent chance of rain today." She groaned. She walked to her changing room and pulled on the dress. She smoothed the skirt before walking out and seeing Syaoran in a pair of black slacks and a white button down shirt. Tomoyo giggled when she looked up at him.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"Nothing. I've never seen you dressed like this before. That's all."
"Well, I can look nice if I want to, so there." He tested as he straightened his shirt and pants in the full-length mirror.
She took her hair out of the towel and dried it the best she could. He heard and felt her drying it with the towel and made his way to her vanity. He picked up a brush and forced it through his hair. He tried brushing it in other directions, but it still fell in the exact same position. He gave up and walked back in to Tomoyo's room.
"Syaoran, have you seen my brush?" Tomoyo looked over at him with her brush in his hand. He smiled and handed the brush to her. She smiled back at him and tried not to giggle. He gave her a stern look and she turned back to the mirror to brush her hair. Syaoran walked over to her stereo and flipped on a cd. Tomoyo began singing along as a habit.
"Tomoyo…you never will stop singing will you?" Syaoran chuckled. He looked at her. She was pulling her hair up into a high ponytail.
"Nope. It's the only thing that will give me comfort anymore." She smiled grimly. She took a small piece of her hair and coiled it, then pinned it to her scalp with a jeweled clip. Syaoran looked hurt by her last comment.
"What do you mean? The only thing to comfort me?" HE muttered. "I'm still here. I'll always be here."
"But after tonight will you be?" Tomoyo answered back, pinning more of her hair.
"Well…I…" he stammered, searching for the right words to say.
"See. My point exactly. You still aren't sure of it yourself. I may not have any magical lineage, but I can still have a good hunch or two."
"Do you want breakfast?" he asked, obviously changing the subject.
"Sure." She pinned up another three pieces. "What do you have in mind?"
"Chocolate chip cookies."
Tomoyo giggled as she continued to pin her hair up. "Fine with me. Go down in the kitchen and ask someone to bring up some coffee." She made eye contact with him through their reflections in the mirror.
"Sure. I'll be back in a minute." He walked out of the door and brought the attention of Tomoyo to the clock on the wall.
"I still have an hour and a half until you're gone. At least we've been together this long." She sighed and started pinning her hair again.
She was putting on her make-up by the time Syaoran came back. He brought her a steaming mug. The talked about what all was going to happen that afternoon and evening. Tomoyo was to lead in the singing of 'Happy Birthday' when the triple layer cake, that had to be just as big as Sakura, was brought out. The kept talking about what they thought friends would get for Sakura until it was time to go.
"Tomoyo. It's quarter 'til one. Should we get going?" Syaoran asked, grabbing his shoes from the windowsill.
"Sure, let me get the gift and my shoes." She stood up and walked to her closet and pulled out two different shoes. "Which one? The burgundy or the black?"
"Black. You aren't going to see the shoes so why does it matter?" Syaoran sighed, tying the laces of his shoes.
"Of course they matter. What will I have to complain about all day?" She slipped the shoes on and places the small package in her purse. "You ready?"
"Yeah. Are you?"
"Ready as I'll ever be. Do you have the ring?"
Syaoran patted his pocket and heard the hollow knock of the box. They both sighed and walked out to the foyer. Tomoyo got a couple of her bodyguards to drive her and Syaoran over to the hotel that they had rented the ballroom from. Touya and Yukito were both outside, leaning on the car. They both perked up at the sight of Tomoyo's vehicle making its way to them.
"I picked you up at your house, okay?" Tomoyo asked Syaoran. He nodded and stepped out of the car when it stopped. Touya was going to wrap Tomoyo in a huge brotherly hug, but realized that it was Syaoran getting out of the car. Touya grumbled and headed to the other side of the car to help Tomoyo out. He opened the door and there was Tomoyo, huddled in her skirt, trying to slip the back of her shoe over her heel. Touya chuckled and reached down to help the girl.
"Touya, thank you." Tomoyo replied to the slightly darker man. He had brushed his dark brown hair and his eyes of the same color glimmered when he saw Tomoyo in full view.
"Don't you think you're overdoing it a little Tomoyo?" He chuckled. She bent down to smooth her skirt and looked up at him with a scowl.
Syaoran and Yukito had made their way to the other side, after their hello's and how are you's. Syaoran saw Tomoyo bent over and immediately thought she was hurt, but when she stood up and smiled, he knew everything was okay.
"Yukito-san. How nice to see you." Tomoyo smiled as she glanced at the older male to her right side.
"Ah ha, Tomoyo-chan, nice to see you as well. You are looking very pretty today." He said, admiring the dress. "Did you make this dress as well?"
"Yes, Sakura has one on that I made also." Tomoyo giggled. "Now, shall we go inside?"
Okay, I've got the third chapter up…the plot is just about to thicken…if you guys will just hang on and cope with me for a little longer…it takes a lot to transfer what's on paper to the screen like I'm doing right now. I've already written up to chapter 8…so beware of the next chapter…
Love ya all
Jenna
PREVIEW OF NEXT CHAPTER
The question is asked, but to who?...find out soon enough…of course after the holiday….Happy Turkey Day!!!
***Disclaimer- I don't own any of these characters or songs if I use them…please don't ask me.
Syaoran woke up to the sound of water running. He pulled an arm out from under him and put it where Tomoyo was, or should have been. He was fully awake when he noticed her absence. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. The room finally focused and he stood up.
He padded over to the bathroom and decided to use the facilities. Just as he was finishing, Tomoyo pulled back the shower curtain. Not noticing him there, she hopped out of the shower and wrapped herself and her hair in towels.
"Good morning, Tomoyo-chan." Syaoran coughed.
Tomoyo blushed big time before answering, "Good morning, Syaoran. How long have you been here?"
"Since ten thirty last night. You were out like a light when I came through the window, so I just crawled into bed with you."
Syaoran walked over to a towel clad Tomoyo and lightly grabbed her bare shoulders. "Do you want to talk about what happened while I was gone?"
"Nothing happened. I'm fine." She smiled. "Do you mind if I go and put my dress on?"
"No, go ahead. If you need to tell me anything, speak up."
"Thanks Syaoran." Tomoyo answered as she flipped on the television to the weather. She watched it intently and the turned it off. "There's a sixty three percent chance of rain today." She groaned. She walked to her changing room and pulled on the dress. She smoothed the skirt before walking out and seeing Syaoran in a pair of black slacks and a white button down shirt. Tomoyo giggled when she looked up at him.
"What's so funny?" He asked.
"Nothing. I've never seen you dressed like this before. That's all."
"Well, I can look nice if I want to, so there." He tested as he straightened his shirt and pants in the full-length mirror.
She took her hair out of the towel and dried it the best she could. He heard and felt her drying it with the towel and made his way to her vanity. He picked up a brush and forced it through his hair. He tried brushing it in other directions, but it still fell in the exact same position. He gave up and walked back in to Tomoyo's room.
"Syaoran, have you seen my brush?" Tomoyo looked over at him with her brush in his hand. He smiled and handed the brush to her. She smiled back at him and tried not to giggle. He gave her a stern look and she turned back to the mirror to brush her hair. Syaoran walked over to her stereo and flipped on a cd. Tomoyo began singing along as a habit.
"Tomoyo…you never will stop singing will you?" Syaoran chuckled. He looked at her. She was pulling her hair up into a high ponytail.
"Nope. It's the only thing that will give me comfort anymore." She smiled grimly. She took a small piece of her hair and coiled it, then pinned it to her scalp with a jeweled clip. Syaoran looked hurt by her last comment.
"What do you mean? The only thing to comfort me?" HE muttered. "I'm still here. I'll always be here."
"But after tonight will you be?" Tomoyo answered back, pinning more of her hair.
"Well…I…" he stammered, searching for the right words to say.
"See. My point exactly. You still aren't sure of it yourself. I may not have any magical lineage, but I can still have a good hunch or two."
"Do you want breakfast?" he asked, obviously changing the subject.
"Sure." She pinned up another three pieces. "What do you have in mind?"
"Chocolate chip cookies."
Tomoyo giggled as she continued to pin her hair up. "Fine with me. Go down in the kitchen and ask someone to bring up some coffee." She made eye contact with him through their reflections in the mirror.
"Sure. I'll be back in a minute." He walked out of the door and brought the attention of Tomoyo to the clock on the wall.
"I still have an hour and a half until you're gone. At least we've been together this long." She sighed and started pinning her hair again.
She was putting on her make-up by the time Syaoran came back. He brought her a steaming mug. The talked about what all was going to happen that afternoon and evening. Tomoyo was to lead in the singing of 'Happy Birthday' when the triple layer cake, that had to be just as big as Sakura, was brought out. The kept talking about what they thought friends would get for Sakura until it was time to go.
"Tomoyo. It's quarter 'til one. Should we get going?" Syaoran asked, grabbing his shoes from the windowsill.
"Sure, let me get the gift and my shoes." She stood up and walked to her closet and pulled out two different shoes. "Which one? The burgundy or the black?"
"Black. You aren't going to see the shoes so why does it matter?" Syaoran sighed, tying the laces of his shoes.
"Of course they matter. What will I have to complain about all day?" She slipped the shoes on and places the small package in her purse. "You ready?"
"Yeah. Are you?"
"Ready as I'll ever be. Do you have the ring?"
Syaoran patted his pocket and heard the hollow knock of the box. They both sighed and walked out to the foyer. Tomoyo got a couple of her bodyguards to drive her and Syaoran over to the hotel that they had rented the ballroom from. Touya and Yukito were both outside, leaning on the car. They both perked up at the sight of Tomoyo's vehicle making its way to them.
"I picked you up at your house, okay?" Tomoyo asked Syaoran. He nodded and stepped out of the car when it stopped. Touya was going to wrap Tomoyo in a huge brotherly hug, but realized that it was Syaoran getting out of the car. Touya grumbled and headed to the other side of the car to help Tomoyo out. He opened the door and there was Tomoyo, huddled in her skirt, trying to slip the back of her shoe over her heel. Touya chuckled and reached down to help the girl.
"Touya, thank you." Tomoyo replied to the slightly darker man. He had brushed his dark brown hair and his eyes of the same color glimmered when he saw Tomoyo in full view.
"Don't you think you're overdoing it a little Tomoyo?" He chuckled. She bent down to smooth her skirt and looked up at him with a scowl.
Syaoran and Yukito had made their way to the other side, after their hello's and how are you's. Syaoran saw Tomoyo bent over and immediately thought she was hurt, but when she stood up and smiled, he knew everything was okay.
"Yukito-san. How nice to see you." Tomoyo smiled as she glanced at the older male to her right side.
"Ah ha, Tomoyo-chan, nice to see you as well. You are looking very pretty today." He said, admiring the dress. "Did you make this dress as well?"
"Yes, Sakura has one on that I made also." Tomoyo giggled. "Now, shall we go inside?"
Okay, I've got the third chapter up…the plot is just about to thicken…if you guys will just hang on and cope with me for a little longer…it takes a lot to transfer what's on paper to the screen like I'm doing right now. I've already written up to chapter 8…so beware of the next chapter…
Love ya all
Jenna
PREVIEW OF NEXT CHAPTER
The question is asked, but to who?...find out soon enough…of course after the holiday….Happy Turkey Day!!!
