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I have an AP Bio exam on Monday, Lord have mercy on my soul *makes sign of cross*. I think I'm gunna get
this over before I get into hardcore studying. [its not like a study anyway]. I have so much shiz going on in
life write now. My parents a huge [insert vulgar curse word]. My editor if off being studious, excuse the typos!
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"After careful consideration, I have decided to reform my lifestyle," Sakura declared, standing up.
Tomoyo glanced up at her ever-so-random roommate. "What now, Sakura?" Tomoyo asked for the forth
time this week.
The two were into their second week of college at Tokyo U. Since the beginning of the week, Sakura had
been popping up with most outrageous ideas, from wanting to streak her hair aqua-marine (which, luckily,
Tomoyo and the guys convinced her not too) to buying a bowl full of goldfish to spice up the room's
appearance. Everyday had a new suggestion, today not being any exception.
"I have decided that I will not use profanity anymore than I have, not unless I'm really really angry," she
declared. "Last night, me and Syaoran-"
"Syaoran and I," Tomoyo interjected.
"Me and Syaoran," Sakura continued, ignoring her friend, "were watching one of your video tapes, and I
realized that I cuss a lot! Well, maybe a little more than a lot!"
Tomoyo laughed. "Why the sudden change?" She saw Syaoran enter their dorm and she gave him a wave.
"Well, I figured that when I have my baby, I wouldn't want him or her to grow up using foul language.
Imagine a cute little girl, and her first word being 'fuck' just because I say it a lot," Sakura reasoned with a
totally straight face.
"Actually, her first word would probably be 'hoe'", Syaoran smirked. Sakura chucked a bottle of white-out at his head,
and he ducked before he could get an eyeful of it.
"Funny Syaoran, really funny. I didn't think you would remember that," Sakura replied, catching the white-out
he tossed back to her. Tomoyo, on the other hand, looked as confused as ever.
"'Hoe? Why 'hoe'?" she asked, not getting the joke. "Do you mean like 'slut' hoe?"
Syaoran shook his head. "When Sakura was younger, she would always say 'hoe' when something
surprised, embarrassed, confused or just about anything happened to her," Syaoran explained, plopping
onto the bed where Sakura was sitting, his head resting on her lap.
"Yah, but that was a while ago," she said softly, playing with her Syaoran's hair, "that was when everything
was carefree, and I had nothing to worry about except capturing-"
Syaoran coughed and looked up, interrupting her sentence.
"Capturing?" Tomoyo questioned.
"ehehe, capturing butterflies at the park," Sakura finished with a nervous giggle escaping from her lips. She
felt Syaoran's eyes on her, making her squirm. Tomoyo looked at the two with a suspicious glint in her
eyes.
'They aren't telling me somethine.' She thought, as she watched the two talking quietly to each other. 'I'll
find out, sooner or later.'
'I have to tell him one way or another. He deserves to know,' Sakura said to herself. 'I'll tell him later, when
Tomoyo leaves for her class with Eriol.'
"Tomoyo-chan, I might not be back after class. I really feel like going out today, it's so beautiful outside,"
Sakura informed her friend.
"Oh, okay. Call me later so we can meet up, yah?" Tomoyo replied, pulling on a hoodie. Eriol was standing
in the doorway, chatting with Syaoran.
"Yup. Your class ends at 3:50, so I'll call you then, kae?"
"Alright, laters kids," Tomoyo said, pulling Eriol out the door on her way out, slamming the door.
"Hey Sakura, do you still run track?" Syaoran asked, flipping through one of Sakura's photo albums of her
high school years. A sense of loneliness overtook him as he saw all the friends Sakura had back in
Tomoeda. When he was in Hong Kong, the only people he had were Eriol and his two friends, Jie and
Yuen, who remained in China. The four trained together, ate together, and basically were inseparable from
the time Syaoran returned home from Japan.
"Yup, I'm on the team! Tryouts were this summer, and I made varsity," she told him with a smile. "How
about you," she questioned, "the last time I checked, you were the star soccer player."
"Haha, I plan to try out this winter."
"You'll make it."
"I know."
Sakura hit him as he chuckled, looking over his shoulder at the pictures. Her breath caught as he picked up
a gray album, well aware of the memories that lay inside the pages. 'Well, I guess he'll figure it out himself,'
Sakura thought sadly.
At first, Syaoran didn't understand what the pictures he was looking at were of. All he saw was people
dressed in black, looking gloomy and miserable. He flipped the page, and he saw a young Sakura crying in
her brother's arms. Confused, he turned the page again, to see a dim picture of Sakura, holding two single
white roses, standing in front of two ivory casket, a tear on her cheek. He looked up at Sakura, who was
sitting quietly next to him, fiddling with her hands, her head turned away from his so he wouldn't be able to
see her face.
Sakura was surprised when two loving arms circled her waist and pulled her up. She didn't hesitate, and
laid her head under his neck, returning the hug.
"I'm here for you, and I won't ever leave you again like I did before. I know I haven't been there for you for
god only knows how long, but I'm willing to make up every second of the time we spent apart. I'm so sorry,"
Syaoran whispered into her hair, "but I won't pity you. You are probably the bravest and selfless person I
know, and although things may not have turned out that great for you back in the day, things can only get
better."
With that speech, Sakura could do nothing except hug him tighter. She hated feeling helpless, especially
around him.
"I was going to tell you, you know, about my parents and everything, "she murmured into his shirt, "but we
never had the time."
"I understand. We haven't really had time alone to catch up in talk. Now is just a good a time as ever," he
hinted, "but you don't have if you don't want to."
"No, I think now is a perfect time."
The two talked about life after Syaoran left. She told him about the crash that took both her parents. When
she told him about Chiharu, Rika and Takashi, Syaoran was a little suspicious about the guy in the group.
She had to reassure him that he was Chiharu's boyfriend. ['I wonder why he would care' Sakura thought to
herself.] How her brother found out about Kero in the middle of a midnight rage of the fridge, when her
brother let out a scream that would make even the world's loudest person jealous, in the middle of the night,
no less. She told him about her cousin Kian, who Syaoran met once upon a time when they were little bitty
babies, and how he got married then had a kid two years ago, making Sakura an aunt. She talked about
Touya and how they had to support themselves through high school. When she was through with her trip
down memory lane, the two had laughed together, cried together [well, not really Syaoran, mainly Sakura],
and just enjoyed each other's company.
Before they knew it, it was 3:15, and they were supposed to be ready to meet up with Tomoyo and Eriol.
Sakura kicked Syaoran out so she could shower and change, (since she was still in her pajamas). Syaoran
retired to his room to play some wholesome PS2 games.
Thirty minutes later, Syaoran knocked on Sakura's door to see if his friend was ready yet. He was a little
peeved since the damn playstation kicked his ass three times in a row in Tekken. 'Grr, I could kick that
guy's ass any day if it were real martial arts,' he grumbled to himself as he stood waiting for Sakura to open
the door.
"Come in! The doors open!"
"What if I'm a deadly robber that wants to steal all your belongings?" he questioned, walking in.
"Well then I'd tell him that the guy next door," she pointed with one hand as she brushed her hair with the
other," is the next head of the most famous and possible the richest clan in the whole world" she retorted.
"HAH! Funny!" he laughed, his rich voice dripping with sarcasm. "Come on! Let's go! We have exactly 5
minutes to meet up. I already called Eriol, and he said their class is almost over, so they'll wait for us."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming! Geesh, don't have a cow."
Sakura was wearing baggy low rise red pants and a white halter top with red Chinese characters down the
side. It read 'peace, love, and unity'. She grabbed a red bucket hat and a matching bag. She dropped the
hat on her head, grabbed Syaoran's hand (much like Tomoyo did with Eriol earlier that day) and dragged
him out the door, locking and slamming it on the way out.
"Won't you get cold?" Syaoran asked.
"Uhmm, I might," Sakura thought out loud, "but that's were you come in my dear" she grinned, eyeing his
white sports jacket [a/n: the type that crinkles when you use it and looks like the material of track pants..you
get it?].
"Oh, so I get to freeze to death tonight while you wear my clothes?" Syaoran inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"You know it," she giggled, her laugh ringing in his ears, causing him to flash his handsome smile at her.
"You changed a lot," she said out of the blue, surprising him. "you smile a lot ,more than I remember you
when we were younger. I remember when we younger you would always look after me, and you were nicer
to me more than others. Well, not really that nice, like remember that one time when you pushed me in a mud
puddle on the way home from school in 4th grade? Or the times when you would pretend you were a
ghost and scare the life out of me?"
Syaoran chuckled, remembering himself as a young boy, and how he thought it was his duty to look out for
Sakura.
"But anyways," she continued, "that's beside the point. It took me half out childhood for you to open up to
me. I'm glad you did though" she said, hugging him around the waist as the two continued on towards the
lecture hall across campus.
"I guess I have changed. You're not as the same yourself" he said, his arm around her shoulder. "I
remember you were so utterly and completely DENSE!"
"I was not!"
"OH yea you were!"
"Noo! I wasn't!" she whined, poking him in the side, causing him to yelp.
The two didn't notice students and some professors watching the handsome duo argue. A couple of aww's
were heard and some envious eyes glanced at the two, who were totally oblivious to how good they looked
together, and how many people had noticed.
"Where are they?!" Tomoyo exploded. She had been sitting on the steps of the auditorium for exactly eight
minutes, waiting for her roommate and her roommates long lost friend to magically appear.
"Patience is a virtue," Eriol commented from behind her, trying unsuccessfully to teach himself how to braid
hair.
"Yah? Well so is silence." She answered. "Ow, Eriol! That hurts! Hair only grows so fast," she scolded as he
pulled her hair into a huge knot of purple.
"There! Now you're beautiful!" he exclaimed, as she turned around to glare at him, unaware of the tangle of
hair behind her. She reached behind to pat her hair, and screeched at Eriol's creation at her back, then let
out a loud wail.
"Need a brush?"
Tomoyo only whimpered, snatching the brush that Sakura offered. She didn't even notice Sakura and
Syaoran had arrived.
"Thanks," she mumbled gratefully.
Sakura laughed at her friend new up do. "I like the look. It reminds me of a period in the United States that I
learned of in high school. I think the people who wore their hair like that were called hoppies of huppies or
something like that."
"Hippies," Eriol helpfully put in. "they were know for being anti-war people who smoked a lot of weed and
crack."
"Gee thanks. A history lesson and an insult in one. I am blessed with truly genius friends" Tomoyo mused,
causing the three to laugh.
"Enough of that, where are we off too?" Syaoran asked, pulling at Tomoyo hair who groaned in response.
"Let's go shopping!" the girls burst, simultaneously. They beamed at each other for suggesting the same
thing together, overriding any protests the guys might have had.
Ten minutes later, the group was off campus and almost at the huge shopping center. At the entrance was
a large group of young people, looking anything but friendly. Getting closer to the group, Syaoran was able
to point out that they went to T.U.'s rival college, the Academy of Tokyo, Japan. Stuednts there were prissy
and rude to anyone from T.U. The Academy of Tokyo is equal in size and population of T.U., and just as
difficult to get into.
Sakura and Tomoyo acted coolly next to Syaoran and Eriol as they passed the giant swarm of loitering
persons, trying not to show the intimidation of such a large group. Sakura and Tomoyo were told of the
horror stories of how bad of rivals their schools really were, and how many people got injured every month
over the pride of their school.
When the four finally got to the huge glass double doors, they thought they were home free until the heard a
couple of loud wolf whistles and comments about the girls' behinds and degrading remarks about their
school. Fuming with anger, Sakura turned around and gave them the finger before disappearing into the
crowd of the mall, laughter trailing behind her.
"Where to first?" Sakura asked.
"Arcade"
"Nordstrom"
"Food court"
After the three said their place of desire at the same time, they launched into a full out staring contest,
challenging each other to give up.
Sakura sweatdropped at the three.
"Uhhh, guys?"
*glaring*
"Guuuuys?"
*more glaring*
"GUYS! I think I'm going to go take of my shirt and streak around the mall," Sakura said, crossing her arms,
looking like she was actually going to do it. The three whipped their heads in her direction as she lifted her
shirt three or four inches off, exposing her naval.
"SAKURA!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! " her three friends bellowed at her, forgetting about their little staring
contest. Syaoran looked like he was going to have a heart attack.
"Gotcha!" she chirped, dropping the hem of her shirt and flashing them a sheepish grin. "Sorry! It was the
only way to get you three to stop! Geesh, it's like I'm babysitting all over again!"
"Well, I think we should go to the arcade," Eriol put in.
"After we go to Nordstroms" Tomoyo added.
"When we are done eating at the food court," Syaoran finished.
Sakura sweatdropped again, as the three continued debating over where they should go first.
"Children, children!" Sakura clapped, "listen up."
The three reluctantly shut up and listented.
"We all have cell phones, right?"
A trio of heads nodded yes.
"And we all have each other's numbers?"
Nods again from everyone.
"Then how about you guys stick together, and me an Tomoyo"
"Tomoyo and I," Tomoyo interjected.
"Whatever. Me and Tomoyo go shopping and we'll meet up at the main fountain in the center of the mall at,"
she said, glancing at her watch, "8:30."
Syaoran was about to ask where the fountain was when Sakura beat him to it.
"I have no idea where the fountain is, but I know it's here and in the center, and it's big, and it had lots of
water. Go look at map" she finished, leaving no room for argument.
The four agreed on the game plan. The guys saluted Sakura and said their goodbyes, making their way to
the food court. Food seemed more appealing to the guys, and they decided to hit the arcade after eating.
[a/n: I have NO clue if Japan has a Nordstroms…haha, sorry guys…]
"Hey Sakura, how about this store?"
"Alright!"
The two spent an hour and half shopping, picking out various outfits from different stores. At 7:20, the girls
were all tired out from all that work, and the plopped onto a bench.
"Wow, that was really fun. Man, now I gotta go work double time after all I spent."
"Hey, it was worth it," Tomoyo said.
"You bet it was! I got my new fall wardrobe right here," Sakura said, patting the various bags she had around
her.
"Hey Sakura look!" Tomoyo said, pointing at a little dress boutique across the walk way. "Wouldn't it be fun
to try on ridiculously expensive dresses just for fun and, to feel rich?" she asked with humor sparkling in her
in her mauve eyes.
"I think that would be a lot of fun."
Fifteen minutes later, the girls had each picked out two dresses to try on, one extra hideous dress and one beautiful
dress, and they were on their way to the dressing rooms at the back. The little dress shopped was arranged so that the
only way you could see yourself in the mirror was to go up to the front of the store, near the glass windows, so that you
could see your reflection and the people outside could see the gown as well.
Sakura and Tomoyo emerged at the same time, making their way to the front mirrors. They giggled as they
looked at each other, and made a face as they saw their reflection.
Sakura was wearing a magenta and extra shiny sleek gown. It had little spaghetti straps, holding up the low
and tight neckline. If she wasn't careful, her boobs could have popped out any second. Then, she noticed
the outrageously large blue bow in the back that looked more like an extra butt than anything else, causing
her to make a face in disdain. The looked at the pricetag and her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
"$463.99 American dollars?!? Holy Jesus!"
Tomoyo's dress was almost as bad as Sakura's. Hers was army green, with golden ribbons placed
randomly around the bodice. Her skirt had black silk underneath with a gauzy green/yellow material over it.
The neckline didn't even qualify as a neckline, more like a sleeveless shirt. "OH MY GOD! $541 American
dollars?!?!? That's psychotic!"
The two girls laughed at each other, and retreated to the dressing room, ready to try on a real gown. The
sales people couldn't understand why the girls had been laughing at the dresses they just tried on.
Tomoyo and Sakura emerged again, at the same time, and they gasped at they look at one another.
"Sakura you look wonderful!"
"Oh Tomoyo! You look beautiful!"
The two carefully rushed over to the front to survey their gowns. All the attendants in the boutique stopped
to stare at the two stunning young women at the front of their store. Pedestrians outside the shop stopped
to look at the beautiful women in the window. Guys drooled and girls looked on in envy.
Tomoyo's dress was a soft [surprise surprise] lilac color. It was little backless and the front came up to meet
a string that tied around the neck to hold it up. There was slit in the front, not to low or long, that showed a
little skin, but it was cute a modest. The dress hugged her tiny waist, then slightly flared out to a half full skirt
that ended right before the ground.
Sakura's dress was a pink strapless tube top, made of a thick and sturdy pink material. It had a line of
sakura blossoms starting at the top, with little rhinestones placed strategically in the most appropriate
places. It was tight at the top accented all her curves. The top ended right above the waste, and it came
down in a full and poofy skirt made of many layers of pink gauzy material. She looked like a princess.
After their moment of glory, the two went back to the dressing room, taking off the beautiful gown.
'Man, I wish I could afford this,' both girls thought to themselves.
"You are not leaving this store unless you have bought those gowns" a tiny old sales lady interrupted the two
as they stepped out. "Those dresses were absolutely made for you two! I won't take 'no' for an answer."
"Oh, I wish we could," Tomoyo answered.
"But I'm afraid it's a bit too expensive for us," Sakura finished. " We're still trying to make our way through
our first year of college," she laughed.
"They are beautiful," Tomoyo said, staring at the beautiful gown, "may I ask who designed these?"
"Well young lady, believe it or not, I designed them," the sweet old lady said, giving them a toothy grin. "My
name is Oniji-san. May I ask what your names might be?"
"Oh wow! These dresses are wonderful! My name is Daidouji Tomoyo, and this is Kinomoto Sakura."
"Well, in that case my dears, in honor of having the two of you come to grace us with your presence, I give
these to you for free, like a gift!" the aged lady said.
"Oh Oniji-san! We couldn't take this from you! They are too precious…not to mention expensive!"
"Non-sense. The dresses were made for you!"
"Oh no, we couldn't! They are too beautiful."
"I insist! Please, make this one old lady happy. I'm so old, I have nothing better to do anyway than make
dresses, and I can just make others in replacement!"
"But-"
"No buts. Nuri, come and take these dresses and box them up."
"Oniji-san w-"
"Nope."
"It's too-"
"Uh uh."
"We-"
"I'm not listening."
"But-"
"I said no buts."
"Onega-"
"Hush children, you're giving me a headache."
The girls signed in defeat as they followed the old lady to the counter.
"At least let us pay for what we can right now," Sakura insisted.
"Yah, I would feel horrible thinking we took these in exchange for nothing, Oniji-san," Tomoyo added.
"You know, I haven't met such nice and respectful young ladies like you in a long time, and believe me, I've
been around for a long time. I guess the only thing I can ask of you is to remain respectful and sweet. Do
not allow the world to bring you down. I know by the way you act that you have two very special people in
your life. Do not let the opportunity pass you up."
The girls stared at the old lady, not quite understanding the word of wisdom just given to them. The old lady
sighed as she saw the lost faces on the girls.
"Open your eyes and you will find what you really want, close your eyes and you will not be able to see what
your heart desires. Now, here are your dresses," she said, handing a cream colored ribbon tied box to each
of the girls. "When you use this, I expect you to take plenty of pictures. Also, so NOT dry clean this, bring it
back here and I will take care of it. Lastly, come visit me any day you like! I'm always here and I would like a
little company once in a while."
"Arigato Oniji-san," Sakura said again, pulling out her wallet and pulling out all her remaining bills. "I'm
sorry, I only have this much on me," she said putting down bills equivalent to 74 US dollars. "I promise I will
come back to visit when I can, and I intend to repay this back to you in any possible way."
"Me too. You are too kind," Tomoyo said, putting down what would be about 81 US dollars.
"Thank you girls," she said, walking them to the door, "I hope to hear from you soon. I put a business card in
the box if you ever want to chat!"
"Bye Oniji-san! Domo-arigato!" the girls said as they walked away, waving at the elderly woman.
"Tomoyo! I cannot believe we got such great dresses! We are soo lucky!"
"Oh I know! We absolutely have to go visit her again, although her advice was a bit confusing."
"Yah…I didn't understand her either."
"Hey…Sakura, you wouldn't happen to know the time now would you?"
"It's 8:19, why?"
"The fountain!" the two exclaimed, and the darted towards the fountain, bags in tow and a large box in each
of their arms.
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"Where are those girls?" Syaoran asked for the umpteenth time.
"Probably still shopping. Hey, wanna play one more round of Street Fighter at the arcade?" Eriol challenged.
"You're on! C'mon, bring it."
"Alright, I will."
The two left the fountain for one quick round at the arcade.
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"We *gasp* finally *gasp* made it," Sakura managed to choke out.
"Where are *gasp* those stupid mother *wheeze* fuc-CHOO," Tomoyo said, sneezing before she could
finish her statement.
"I'm giving them 3 minutes," Sakura said, finally catching her breath. The two set their bags aside and sat
on the fountain, watching the people pass them.
Five minutes later, the girls were still waiting. They sat there, a look of complete boredom and irritation in
their faces as they dangled their feet from the side of the fountain.
"I'm calling them," Sakura announced, tired of waiting. She grabbed her cell phone, and decided to walk
away from the loud running water of the fountain.
When she returned to Tomoyo, she was surprised to see her talking to two guys. When she got closer, she
could see the discomfort of her friend as she stood, looking everywhere but at the two young men speaking
to her.
"So you go to T U.? That's cool. I go to the Academy. It's a good school, better than yours, anyway" one of
the guys said, staring openly at her.
Tomoyo squirmed and answered him.
"You're a freshman?"
"Yea," she answered uncertainly. She spotted Sakura heading her way. "Oh hey! So where are the guys?"
she asked as Sakura walked up next to her.
"Oh, they said their on their way here already," Sakura answered, looking at Tomoyo and ignoring the guys.
"And who might you be?" the second guy asked, walking in a circle around the circle the girls, like a lion
would stalk its prey.
"Depends on who you are, asswipe" Sakura answered smartly, glaring at one of them straight in the eyes.
She was beginning to get a little nervous with one guy circling them and the other grinning eerily at them.
The guy walking around them finally stopped in front of Sakura, bending down so he was inches away from
her face.
"Ahh, feisty" the guy said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He straightened up and walked over to his
friend.
"Sakura, these guys are bad news," Tomoyo whispered to her friend, watching the strangers a couple of feet
ahead of them.
"Yeah, I can see that. What are we going to do? I swear to god of that guy touches me again I'll kick his
ass all the way to California."
"How about we mess with them a little bit and have some fun?" Tomoyo suggest deviously with a smile.
"You're on, chica." Sakura answered as the two guys approached them once again.
"So can I have your number?" one of the guys asked. Sakura and Tomoyo looked at each other, and then
burst out into a fit of giggles.
"Surely snookums! Although there is one problem. We live in Siberia though, and we're visiting. Our flight
leaves in approximately 4 hours" Tomoyo answered.
"Siberia?" one of the guys echoed.
"Yea, Siberia! Tokyo is just a wonderful place. We used to live here, you know, that is until my papa got
convicted for murdering my next door neighbor. He was a nice boy, pity. The only thing he did was talk to
me" Sakura said, feigning sadness.
"I though you were a freshman at T.U.?" another one asked suspiciously.
"Yea, The University, Siberia. There's only one college where we live" Tomoyo answered.
"Oh look Tomoyo! Papa's back from the Gun Shop Co. Store!" Sakura said, waving frantically at something
behind the boys, pretending to be having at her non-existing dad.
"Oh wow! Papa got a new rifle! Look at the huge box he's carrying! Hopefully this one doesn't get
confiscated court evidence, again." Tomoyo exclaimed, pointing behind the two. "Come on, meet our papa!
He's really nice!..that is..when he's not drunk," Tomoyo added in a low and believable voice.
Sakura grabbed onto the guys' sleeves, attempting to pull them forward.
"Uhh, I just remembered I have to, uhh," one of the guys sputtered.
"We have to go meet up with our, uhh, our, friends! Yah! Friends, over at the Academy" the other one
finished, dragging his friend by the shoulder. "Let's go man!" and with that, the two were off.
When the they were out of earshot, the girls dissolved into fits of giggles.
"SIBERIA?!" Sakura gasped, in between bouts of laughter.
"Papa convicted of murder?" Tomoyo laughed, trying to stop her giggles.
"Haha, Papa bought a new rifle!"
"At the Gun Shop Co. Store!" Tomoyo finished, and the two exploded into a new fit of laughter.
"Whaaaat the hell……." Syaoran muttered, approaching two hyperventilating females at the fountain.
"Do you think they drank the fountain water?" Eriol asked.
"I hope not." Syaoran answered. "Hey! Sakura! Tomoyo! Get a hold of yourself!"
They looked up at their friends' confused faces, and erupted into an even larger attack of laughter, tears now
streaming down their faces, as they furiously tried to wipe them. Two minutes later, the girls were seated at
the fountain, once again, with an occasional giggle rising in their throats.
"Are you girls okay now?" Eriol asked warily, afraid the two might break out again.
"Hehehe, yea, hehehhe, we're fine" Sakura answered. As Tomoyo stifled another giggle behind her hand.
"Rigghhhttt…so let's get going you two. It's almost 9:45." Syaoran said, helping up the two.
"Okay, okay, hold on, let us get our bags first" Tomoyo said, walking over to their pile.
"HOLY SHIT!" Eriol and Syaoran exclaimed, eyeing the enormous mass of bags and two large boxes the
girls were trying to pick up.
"You bought all that?!" Eriol said in disbelief, as the two men walked over to help the girls.
"Yah yah, hurry up so you can help us here!" Sakura said from behind all her bags.
Two blushing guys and two grinning girls were seen exiting the mall. Why two blushing guys, you ask? Well,
my friends, they happened to each end up carrying two large and very pink Victoria Secret's bags.
"What? They were having their famous Bra and Panty sale!" the girls exclaimed, enjoying the uncomfortable
and annoyed expressions on their blushing faces.
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