Meling was standing in front of the main couples, holding a digital camera. "Why do I have to do all the work?" she whined. "I mean, I had to book the limos, get the fabric for the dresses, give Sakura a massage, and now take all the pictures!" "Hey, it beats following Jiang to work every day and being his assistant," Syaoran shrugged. Meling glared at him, then turned on the camera. "Say 'prom', everybody!" she said, flexing her index finger. "Prom!" Everyone said in unison. Meling snapped the picture. "Hey, guys! You look great!" she said, showing them the picture. "Yeah!" Tomoyo added. "But Sakura's the cutest." Sakura sweatdropped.

"Ahoy! For Chef Boyardee!" Tomoyo sung, opening a can of ravioli. "Come on, Sakura, ravioli will be the GREATEST snack for you!" "It will?" Sakura looked at the tiny can with pure hatred. She'd hated Chef Boyardee ever since she was first introduced to the strange American concoction. "I know you hate it," Tomoyo popped the can into the microwave. "But it's good for you!" "Really, Tomoyo," Kero was floating in the air by Sakura's head. "If she doesn't want to eat it, then why give it to her? She'd probably just tell you she didn't want it, and rush out of the room, being Sakura after all. No politeness." "NANI?" Sakura turned to Kero with her fists up. Eriol, who was leaning against the wall, smirked. Some things never changed.

Syaoran's 2nd IM with Eriol

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: This time I seriously have a request for you.

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: What's it? This better be a non-pointless one.

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: TELL MELING SHE'S A NOBRAINED IDIOT!

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: *Runs and bonks head on wall* Not this again.

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: Not what again?

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: *Bonks head on computer repeatedly because it's closer than the wall* What's the reason this time?

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: BECAUSE I SAID SO!!!

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: No, really.

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: She threw Tomoyo's mom's champagne glass at me and it hit me in the nose and got a shard in it.

Film*Sakura*@*Prom: NOOOOOO! NOTMOM'S EXPENSIVE CHAMPAGNE GLASSES! THEY COST A COUPLE GRAND A PIECE AAAAAA! *Runs out of the room to beg my mom not to kill me*

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: 0__0

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: NO! You do not have a right to stare at my girlfriend! Who knows what you could be staring AT?

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: Oh, god, Hiiragaziwa! You have got the sickest mind. Why the crap would I want to stare at your girlfriend? I've got my own, thank you very much.

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: Are you calling your relative sick? Naughty, naughty, my cute little descendant. This time I'll set your hair on fire.

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: NOOO! That's the second time today! You will not—I repeat NOT set my hair----ahhh!!!!! AHHH! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! I CAN'T BE BALD! DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: Shut up and I'll repair it, baka. I wouldn't make Sakura go to the prom with a bald guy.

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: Will you please shut up, you little descendant that says dammit too much?

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: What'd you call me?

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: A little descendant that says dammit too much.

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: I WILL KILL YOU, HIIRAGAZIWA!!!!!!

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: Ooohh. I'm SO scared. Should I start preparing my funeral, my cute little cussing descendant?

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: YOU SHOULD IF YOU KEEP CALLING ME THAT! Hey, I got my hair back!

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: What ya gonna do, huh? I'll call you that as much as I want!

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: Oh, go ahead! But you're putting yourself in grave danger!

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: Fine. Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant, Cute little cussing descendant!!!!!!

Syaoran_Sakura4ever: I'm changing my screen name. Just a second……

Clow_Hiiragaziwa: Me too…..

Syaoran_Sakura4ever's name has been changed to Kill-Hiiragaziwa-NOW

Clow_Hiiragaziwa's name has been changed to I_Hate_My_Cussing_Descendant

Kill-Hiiragaziwa-NOW: GRRRRR

I_Hate_My_Cussing_Descendant: Whaddya mean, GRRR?

Kill-Hiiragaziwa-NOW: I mean GRRR!!!

I_Hate_My_Cussing_Descendant: Tomoyo's calling us down for lunch.

Kill-Hiiragaziwa-Now: *Runs down the stairs in hope of beating Hiiragaziwa at SOMETHING for once*

I_Hate_My_Cussing_Descendant: OH no you don't! *Runs down even faster*

//Conversation ends here//

Okay! That's all for now! The next chapter will actually say what happens at the prom! Or at any rate, what happens when it turns out Touya's Syaoran and Sakura's limo driver! R&R, or ELSE!(PS: I know the actual story was sooooo short—it was mainly focused on the IM. But I promise, no more IM conversations! Well, not Syaoran and Eriol anyway. And if I do make more, then half of the details will be cut out.) (PPS: This is the second worst thing I have ever written.)