A/N: hope you like this too.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Syaoran pulled himself out of bed and, remembering the lunch date he had with Sakura, dashed for the bathroom to fix his hair. He opened the medicine cabinet, revealing the dozens of hair-care gels and sprays. He selected two bottles of hair gel and began rubbing obscene amounts of the stuff through his raggedy hair. One hour later, he walked out of the bathroom and toward the kitchen for a light breakfast. God, it took five different gels to get my hair just right, and it still looks just as greasy as it was this morning!

"Um… thanks for sharing that", Meilin was already at the table munching toast.

Oh crap! Did I actually say that out loud?! "I didn't say anything", he said giving her a strange look, but shifting his eyes toward the refrigerator.

Meilin could have sworn she'd heard him speak, but dismissed the thought and returned to her toast. She had a plan to carry out.

Syaoran guzzled his orange juice. Man, my butt's really itching, I wonder if I sat in anything yesterday. I hope Sakura won't notice. Meilin dropped her toast, giving Syaoran a strange look, but Syaoran didn't see her. Maybe it's that mole that's been growing on my left cheek.

What's wrong with him? Why is he being so open all of a sudden? This time, Syaoran noticed the strange look on her face. That's just creepy! It's like she's reading my mind! Meilin, feeling quite nauseous, got up and returned to her room.

Syaoran inhaled the rest of his muffin, then jumped out of his chair and ran for his bedroom. He had to have just the right outfit…

Once in her room, Meilin rehearsed what she would say, then picked up her Hello Kitty telephone. "Let's see, I think her number is 279-64…", Meilin muttered absently to herself. The phone rang three times. Huh! Too cool to pick up the phone on the first ring!

"Hello?" A cheery voice answered. "Hello Sakura? This is Meilin. Er…that thing Syaoran was talking about yesterday was canceled so now I can come to your luncheon!" "Oh, great!", Sakura said in an unconvincing tone. "Well, what I called about", Meilin continued, "Was that because I was not able to help you in the card's capture yesterday, I felt I could make it up to you by coming early to help you set up!" It pained Meilin horribly to say these words, but this was crucial if she wanted her plan to go smoothly. Using a voice as smooth as honey, she continued to try persuading Sakura. "I assume Tomoyo-chan will be there as well, correct?" "Well, yes." Sakura could never seem to conceal the truth. "Well, to make everything perfect, I want come over and help you cook! I know all of Syaoran's favorite dishes, it would be a lot of fun!" Sakura couldn't help lowering her guard. Meilin was right and anyway, Tomoyo had not yet asked to come early to help, so she might as well invite Meilin. "Okay, sure!", she said, this time in a truthfully happy tone. "Come at 10:00!" "Okay, bye!" Meilin hung up the phone. "That was too easy" she sneered to herself.

She walked into her closet and chose a sunshine yellow tank top and a daisy patterned skirt. Although this was quite out of character for Meilin, the situation required drastic measures. She grabbed her Totorro backpack purse, stuffed her cell phone, a compact mirror, and the perfume vial in its pocket, and then dashed out the door and down the street. On her way to Sakura's, she opened her purse and took out the little bottle of perfume. The bottle seemed to have warmed up a bit, but it was still quite cool, especially compared to the summer air around it. Ignoring this, Meilin dabbed a bit on both her wrists, enjoying its sweet scent. Before long, she had reached Sakura's house.

Sakura let her in with a smile, which was returned by Meilin. She had to deplete any tension between them. Meilin kicked off her sandals by the front door. "So, what did you have in mind to make Syaoran?" Meilin had been looking around at the huge, homely house with a twinge of jealousy, but also with a twinge of sadness as she had often felt homesick for her family in Hong Kong. "Uh, well...", Meilin had been caught off-guard by the sudden question, "I was thinking maybe some fried rice and egg rolls. I know he misses the food back home." Sakura, who had been planning on sushi, looked slightly hurt. She wanted to make Syaoran think of her not of his old home. But Meilin had not seemed to intend it in a mean way, she decided. "Well, I'm not sure I have all the ingredients for that, so I'll just make a quick run to the store and grab a few things. Feel free to make yourself at home! There are drinks in the 'fridge, I'll be back soon!" And just like that she was gone. This is too perfect! Time to snoop around her house! 

Syaoran had finally decided on plain play clothes for his "date". He really wanted to please Sakura, however, so he decided to go to the flower shop near the Tsukamine shrine and get a bouquet. There were beautiful fragrant bouquets full of different vivid, exotic flowers. Should I go with the roses? No, everybody gives roses. Syaoran then remembered that Sakura's name was also a type of flower. Which flower was it? God it's just not coming! It's right on the tip of my tongue! It's stuck! I just can't get it out! Oh! I remember! It means peach blossom! He was very pleased with himself for remembering. Man, I'm just so romantic! "I'd like a dozen peach blossoms, please." The florist grinned slyly at Syaoran as he grabbed what certainly wasn't a dozen peach blossoms. "So little man, these for your girlfriend? You certainly aim to please, don't you?" Syaoran blushed badly but didn't answer. "Aim to please", I'll have to remember that one! "Here's your flowers kid!" The guy handed them over the counter. "That'll be $56.43." Syaoran nearly fainted, but handed him the money. "It's for Sakura, it's for Sakura," he said through clenched teeth. Meanwhile, at the grocery store…

"Let's see, that's eggs, check, assorted veggies, check…" Sakura was walking passed one of the isles, when she overheard a mother and her child. "What are those for, mommy?" The child was pointing to a white box. "Well, er, y'see, um." The mother was having trouble answering. "Those are what two people use when they really love each other and, oh what am I saying, we need to get laundry detergent!" "Well, I love you mommy." "Just forget about those!"

Me and Syaoran are in love. I think I'll get a box!  As she walked by the shelf, she scooped the white box into her cart and proceeded to the checkout counter.