Author's Note: Well, I'm back again. (Obviously, but anyway)... On with the story, and thanks to these wonderful reviewers:
sweet-captor: Am I wierd, or is the fic wierd? Either way, I'll try and improve, lol! Thanks!
Hikari Ayumi: Mmm... fluff... I'm trying to put more fluff in it as the story goes along, ok? =)
Avelyn Lauren: Okkayyy, I think I'm gonna put two chapters of stuff that weren't in it, ok? Ahhh, forgot to put disclaimers in my story... Well, thanks for that!
Anonymous T: I am going to put my own scenes in this fanfic! This chapter and the next (I think) is gonna be made up, by me! Yeah, I guess I'm sort of the scripty-dialoguey sorta person, but I'm still trying! Hey, if you're interested or anything, do you wanna be my beta-reader? * nudges * If not, then don't worry! ^.-
Sakura-Star3: lol... Of course she does! Sakura's gonna revenge her in this chapter! Well, hopefully! Thanks for reviewing, Sakura-Star3!
Disclaimer: CCS belongs to CLAMP, and She's All That isn't mine, it's a real movie! (Yes, that's the best disclaimer I can do -.-''')
Summary: This fanfic is loosely based on the movie, She's All That. Sakura is the typical nerdy artsy girl. Syaoran is the typical rich high school drop dead gorgeous player. When Yuriko dumps Syaoran for another guy, Syaoran decides to take revenge. To ask Sakura to the prom. S&S! R&R!
-----Sakura's POV-----
=====Syaoran's POV=====
~*~*~*~*~*Normal POV
Chapter 6: Revenge is sometimes so sweet
~*~*~*~*~*The next day, At school - Sakura's POV
As I walked to school, I thought of the last night. Syaoran had been so kind to me, and all I did was start crying. Crying... for god's sake! All because of that Yuriko girl. Yuriko must still have liked Syaoran, or else she wouldn't have cared about me at all. I wondered if Syaoran still liked Yuriko, and vice versa, until, being ever so clumsy, I tripped on my shoelace and dropped my folder and the books I had been holding.
Bending down to pick them up, I heard a voice.
"Here, let me help you," Eriol said, being down and helping me pick up my books. "There. Are you sure you don't want me to hold your books for you? The pile you've got there is really heavy, and knowing you, you'd probably drop them!" Eriol's eyes sparkled.
"Ohhh, no, that's okay. It'd be really heavy for you, and I wouldn't want to inconvenience you!" I replied cheerfully.
"No, no, no! It's okay! Here, let me carry them for you, and no but's!" Eriol snatched all my books, plus my folder, and carried them for me.
As I was feeling guilty, I looked over at Eriol. He was one of the "popular" people in school too, and he was 'best' friends with Syaoran. Eriol had come to the school two years ago, when we were in the 10th grade, so I had known Syaoran longer. Way longer, even if I hardly talked to Syaoran.
"So, Sakura. Have you thought about the prom yet? Who are you going with? Anyone?" Eriol asked me with a grin.
The first person that popped into my mind was Syaoran, but he was probably taking Yuriko or some other popular girl. I always forgot he was one of the "popular" people, so I doubted he would take me, even if he was talking to me a lot these past few weeks.
"Umm, no, not really. I'm not even sure If I'm gonna go. But I don't really know... yet. Why?" I said curiously, while looking at him.
"Just asking. You and Syaoran have been pretty friendly these past few weeks, haven't you guys?" Eriol asked, grinning that grin again.
His grin is starting to annoy me, I thought, starting to puke at the thought of him grinning.
"Umm... not really..." I said, as I spotted Syaoran running toward us. Uh oh.
"Hey, Sakura, Eriol!" Syaoran said, glancing back and forth between Eriol and me.
"Hi Syaoran... I was just going to class. It's getting late, isn't it?" I said, looking at my watch. I knew it was only 8:30, and class started at 9, but I had to get away from Syaoran, or he would ask me questions about me and Eriol or something.
"No, you don't. Can you excuse us a second, Eriol?" Syaoran said, patting Eriol on the back and leading me to the toilets, and standing in front of them before saying, "Why was Eriol there, and why was he holding your books? I thought you came to school yourself,"
I hesitated before replying, "I was walking, he was walking, and then I tripped, and then he saw me trip, and then he ran over to help me pick up my books, and then he insisted that he carry my books for me, because he probably thought I was hurt or something,"
Well, most of it was true. I wondered why he was so curious anyway. Was he jealous? I doubted it, and shook it out my head.
Syaoran saw me shake my head, and said, "Um, are you okay, Sakura?"
"I'm okay," I replied, as I saw Yuriko run out of the toilets, crying.
Had she heard us? Did she feel jealous about me and Syaoran, now that she had heard it? Would she want Syaoran back? I found myself pondering at these questions, and quickly felt guilty. I didn't care about Yuriko, nor did I care about Syaoran.
"What's she on about?" Syaoran shook his head, watching Yuriko's retreating back. As she was running towards her car, she dropped her phone. Both me and Syaoran looked at each other, and Syaoran then went towards it with me following, and bent to pick it up.
"I'll give it to her later in class, or where we sit or something. You take care, all right?" Syaoran gave me a wink, and set off to class.
I walked to class, wondering why I had turned red when Syaoran had winked at me.
~*~*~*~*~*At Lunch - Normal POV
By now, the word had gotten around that Yuriko had run away crying, because her 'breakdancing' boyfriend had dumped her, and Yuriko, Yuriko Pabai had never been dumped. Never in her life!
"Hey Syaoran, I heard Yuriko got dumped by Seiji. Is that true? Awwww, poor her man," Eriol said to Syaoran, shaking his head.
"Yeah, probably. I wouldn't care anyway." Syaoran forked some spaghetti into his mouth. "Dammit, here comes the bitch now," Syaoran muttered under his breath, as Yuriko was walking towards them.
"Hey Syaoran!" Yuriko said, drying her tears and squishing in between Eriol and Syaoran. They looked surprised at her quick change of attitude, and both ignored Yuriko.
"Syaoran? Well then, I wanna feed you!" Yuriko giggled, and grabbed Syaoran's spoon, twirled some spaghetti on a fork, and forced it in Syaoran's mouth.
Syaoran just slapped the fork out of Yuriko's hands and yelled, "Dammit, Yuriko... What the FUCK are you doing? I'm not your playtoy, unlike your little Seiji that dumped you. And I'm DEFINITELY not coming back to you. So, get the hell away from me!"
Syaoran seethed with anger and glared daggers at Yuriko, but Yuriko just continued eating, just ignoring it all. Everyone seemed to be staring and waiting for Yuriko's reaction, but Yuriko just sat there and ate her own spaghetti.
"What are you staring at??" Yuriko glared at the passers by, "Am I too beautiful or something?" and with that, Yuriko got up, dumped her spaghetti in the trash, and walked over to a particular table.
"What did you do to my Syaoran?" Yuriko asked Sakura loudly. "Did you seduce him or something? Well, to say the least, he's not your type!" Yuriko laughed. "Talk about slut!"
Sakura glared daggers at Yuriko before replying, "Umm... excuse me?"
"You heard what I said slut, so don't backstab me. I'm THE bitch around here, so don't get too angry. Haha!" Yuriko rolled her eyes and laughed.
"I've got a few things I wanna say. Number one, Syaoran is nobody's, and he's certainly not yours. Number two, I don't care if he's not my type. If he's not my type, then he's CERTAINLY not your type! Number three, I am not a slut. If anyone was a slut, it would be you," Sakura looked at Yuriko again, to see Yuriko laughing.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Sakura was still glaring, and before Yuriko could answer, "Syaoran! Come here, and bring your plate of spaghetti!" was heard. Sakura had called Syaoran to bring his plate of spaghetti. But why? Little did Yuriko know what was going to happen next.
As Syaoran came running over to Sakura, he wondered what had gotten into Sakura. Why was she so mean and angry all of a sudden? She had always been so innocent. But now, everyone in the hall realised there was another side to Sakura. An Evil side.
"Well, Yuriko. I just wanted to ask you a favour." Sakura grinned evilly at Yuriko.
"What?" Yuriko gritted her teeth.
"This," Sakura got her plate of spaghetti, walked over to Yuriko, and poured the plate all over Yuriko's chest.
Everyone stared unbelievingly between Sakura, who was still grining evilly, and Yuriko, who had a mix of surprise and anger plastered over her face.
"Ohmigod! This is my best Gucci shirt!" Yuriko squealed, as Syaoran came over with HIS plate of spaghetti, and... SPLAT! it 'somehow' landed on Yuriko's face.
Everyone was doubly surprised. Wasn't Syaoran and Yuriko once a couple? They were the most good looking guy and girl on earth. Well, maybe Yuriko was getting competition for the most good looking girl on campus. Sakura.
But Syaoran and Sakura just looked at each other, and stuck their tongues out at Yuriko, grabbed their bags from their tables, and ran out the door, with people looking at them in disbelief and amusement.
Outside, Syaoran and Sakura gave each other a Hi5.
"God, talk about sweet revenge!" Sakura said, smirking triumphantly. "We did it!"
"We sure did! We REALLY showed her. I mean, how the hell could she go around, and call you a slut in front of everyone. Geez," Syaoran replied, getting angry.
Sakura smiled and said softly, "Thanks. Thanks for everything you've done. I used to wonder why you hung around me. But now, you're a good friend. Right?"
"Yeah. Friends?" Syaoran smiled a bit uncomfortably, and stuck out his pinky.
Sakura stuck out her pinky, and both murmured, "Friends."
Little did they know who had followed them out of the cafeteria.
~*~*~*~*~*The next day, Before school classes - Syaoran's POV
"Hey Sakura!" I yelled, waving at her. She had just come in the school gates, and spotted me.
"Hi Syaoran!" she called, smiling and walking towards me.
The day before, we had pulled a 'little' prank on Yuriko. Sakura had put Spaghetti over her precious 'Gucci shirt', and I had slapped some spaghetti over her ugly but pretty face. After that, we both stuck our tongue at her, and took our bags and ran out. We had Hi5-ed, and shook on being friends. I was so happy at the thought of that, not realising Sakura waved a hand in front of my face.
"Err... Syaoran? You okay there? You look a little spaced out," She grinned and looked at me, with those enormous emerald eyes, obviously teasing me.
"N-no..." I stuttered. Why was I stuttering? This was a whole new game for me, as I had never stuttered once in my life before.
For once in my life, I was actually captivated by her green, green eyes.
What the hell? I brushed that thought out of my mind, and ran a hand through my hair, as Sakura jabbered on about something.
"See? Look!" I could hear her saying. She showed me a funny picture, a picture with a girl with hazel eyes, just like Yuriko. She had a reddish face, probably from anger. In the background, little figures were staring at her. It was really good.
"Wow... what's that?" I asked curiously, and avoided her eyes.
"Weren't you listening? I said it was Yuriko! I drew it yesterday when I thought of her calling me a slut. It's so cute, isn't it? Look, there's us running out the door. See those two little people at the door? That's us! I'm gonna enter it for that art competition. It's my abstract piece of art," Sakura giggled.
I admired the painting, and replied, "Yup. It's nice... would you mind doing another copy... for me?"
"... for you? But why would you want a copy?" Sakura gave her head a tilt and looked at me.
"O-ooh. Just give me one, okay?" I replied, looking down at my shoes.
"Umm, okay then...?" she shot me a curious look again.
"Ugh, yeah. I, well, we gotta go to class now!" I said, grabbing my bag and shouting, "Bye!" over my shoulder.
Phew, close one, I thought. I really didn't know why I would want a copy of that, but I just wanted it as a memory? Nah, can't be. Well, I probably just wanted to show it to Eriol. Yeah!
I wondered if I was really beginning to like Sakura. How the hell can I like Sakura so fast? And anyway, Yuriko wanted me back, but now, I wasn't really sure I even liked Yuriko. I mean, all she wanted me for was because I was the most popular guy in the school. (A/N: Syaoran's a bit up himself, eh? ^.*)
I walked into class and sat down, and as the teacher started speaking, I put my hand on the table, and lay my head on it, and...
... What? Where am I? ... I looked around, and realised I was in a field. A field full of flowers. Pink flowers. Pink Cherry Blossoms.
A field full of Pink Cherry Blossoms? I wondered, looking around at the field.
Suddenly, I heard sobbing. Turning around, I saw a girl, sitting there, amidst the pin cherry blossoms, bent down low, crying.
Doesn't that look like Sakura? I questioned myself, walking over to the girl who was crying.
"Umm... excuse me, but why are you crying?" I tapped the girl on the shoulder, and heard my voice echoing.
The girl turned around, and I drowned in those emerald eyes.
"Syaoran? Why are you here?" Sakura asked, trying to wipe her tears away with her hand, but still keeping the gaze.
"Sakura! I dunno. I think we're lost in a void or something. Isn't this nice? I just love Cherry Blossoms... don't you?" I asked, turning my head around to look at the cherry blossoms.
As I just realized what I had said, I shook my head to clear the thoughts.
Why the hell am I always thinking thoughts like these?!?!
Sakura just blushed and murmured something.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I LOVE YOU!" And with that, Sakura got up, and ran to hug me.
I could feel Sakura's warmness around me, and I felt my arms go around Sakura.
"Me too," I heard myself saying, as I glanced around at the field again.
Was this a dream? Why would Sakura say she loved me?
We stood there hugging, until...
"SYAORAN! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!?" Jatsuno Sensei yelled in my ear.
As I sat up, I realised that it had only been a dream.
DAMN! I could feel a voice in my head saying. It had only been a dream! Wait, what the hell do I mean by "Damn, it had only been a dream?"
"Oo-ohh... Sorry Sensei. I'm listening!" I said, straightening up and staring right at the sensei with a forceful glare.
"Well, you better be, Syaoran! I always thought you were one of my best students!" Jatsuno sensei shook her head, and walked back to the front of the class.
I looked to where Sakura was sitting. This was one of the only classes I had with her. English. She was yawning, and I began to think, "Maybe she was dreaming too?"
But wait, why would we have the same dream? It would be a big coincidence to have the same dream. A VERY big coincidence.
Or was it?
Author's Note: Well, I guess there was a bit of fluff in that. And most of that was all made up too. I told you there would be some parts by me! Sorry for not updating. I REALLY need to update my other fic too, so please be patient with updating! Email me if you wanna be my beta-reader: not_telling_@ hotmail.com. Review, thanks!
-tidus2yuna
sweet-captor: Am I wierd, or is the fic wierd? Either way, I'll try and improve, lol! Thanks!
Hikari Ayumi: Mmm... fluff... I'm trying to put more fluff in it as the story goes along, ok? =)
Avelyn Lauren: Okkayyy, I think I'm gonna put two chapters of stuff that weren't in it, ok? Ahhh, forgot to put disclaimers in my story... Well, thanks for that!
Anonymous T: I am going to put my own scenes in this fanfic! This chapter and the next (I think) is gonna be made up, by me! Yeah, I guess I'm sort of the scripty-dialoguey sorta person, but I'm still trying! Hey, if you're interested or anything, do you wanna be my beta-reader? * nudges * If not, then don't worry! ^.-
Sakura-Star3: lol... Of course she does! Sakura's gonna revenge her in this chapter! Well, hopefully! Thanks for reviewing, Sakura-Star3!
Disclaimer: CCS belongs to CLAMP, and She's All That isn't mine, it's a real movie! (Yes, that's the best disclaimer I can do -.-''')
Summary: This fanfic is loosely based on the movie, She's All That. Sakura is the typical nerdy artsy girl. Syaoran is the typical rich high school drop dead gorgeous player. When Yuriko dumps Syaoran for another guy, Syaoran decides to take revenge. To ask Sakura to the prom. S&S! R&R!
-----Sakura's POV-----
=====Syaoran's POV=====
~*~*~*~*~*Normal POV
Chapter 6: Revenge is sometimes so sweet
~*~*~*~*~*The next day, At school - Sakura's POV
As I walked to school, I thought of the last night. Syaoran had been so kind to me, and all I did was start crying. Crying... for god's sake! All because of that Yuriko girl. Yuriko must still have liked Syaoran, or else she wouldn't have cared about me at all. I wondered if Syaoran still liked Yuriko, and vice versa, until, being ever so clumsy, I tripped on my shoelace and dropped my folder and the books I had been holding.
Bending down to pick them up, I heard a voice.
"Here, let me help you," Eriol said, being down and helping me pick up my books. "There. Are you sure you don't want me to hold your books for you? The pile you've got there is really heavy, and knowing you, you'd probably drop them!" Eriol's eyes sparkled.
"Ohhh, no, that's okay. It'd be really heavy for you, and I wouldn't want to inconvenience you!" I replied cheerfully.
"No, no, no! It's okay! Here, let me carry them for you, and no but's!" Eriol snatched all my books, plus my folder, and carried them for me.
As I was feeling guilty, I looked over at Eriol. He was one of the "popular" people in school too, and he was 'best' friends with Syaoran. Eriol had come to the school two years ago, when we were in the 10th grade, so I had known Syaoran longer. Way longer, even if I hardly talked to Syaoran.
"So, Sakura. Have you thought about the prom yet? Who are you going with? Anyone?" Eriol asked me with a grin.
The first person that popped into my mind was Syaoran, but he was probably taking Yuriko or some other popular girl. I always forgot he was one of the "popular" people, so I doubted he would take me, even if he was talking to me a lot these past few weeks.
"Umm, no, not really. I'm not even sure If I'm gonna go. But I don't really know... yet. Why?" I said curiously, while looking at him.
"Just asking. You and Syaoran have been pretty friendly these past few weeks, haven't you guys?" Eriol asked, grinning that grin again.
His grin is starting to annoy me, I thought, starting to puke at the thought of him grinning.
"Umm... not really..." I said, as I spotted Syaoran running toward us. Uh oh.
"Hey, Sakura, Eriol!" Syaoran said, glancing back and forth between Eriol and me.
"Hi Syaoran... I was just going to class. It's getting late, isn't it?" I said, looking at my watch. I knew it was only 8:30, and class started at 9, but I had to get away from Syaoran, or he would ask me questions about me and Eriol or something.
"No, you don't. Can you excuse us a second, Eriol?" Syaoran said, patting Eriol on the back and leading me to the toilets, and standing in front of them before saying, "Why was Eriol there, and why was he holding your books? I thought you came to school yourself,"
I hesitated before replying, "I was walking, he was walking, and then I tripped, and then he saw me trip, and then he ran over to help me pick up my books, and then he insisted that he carry my books for me, because he probably thought I was hurt or something,"
Well, most of it was true. I wondered why he was so curious anyway. Was he jealous? I doubted it, and shook it out my head.
Syaoran saw me shake my head, and said, "Um, are you okay, Sakura?"
"I'm okay," I replied, as I saw Yuriko run out of the toilets, crying.
Had she heard us? Did she feel jealous about me and Syaoran, now that she had heard it? Would she want Syaoran back? I found myself pondering at these questions, and quickly felt guilty. I didn't care about Yuriko, nor did I care about Syaoran.
"What's she on about?" Syaoran shook his head, watching Yuriko's retreating back. As she was running towards her car, she dropped her phone. Both me and Syaoran looked at each other, and Syaoran then went towards it with me following, and bent to pick it up.
"I'll give it to her later in class, or where we sit or something. You take care, all right?" Syaoran gave me a wink, and set off to class.
I walked to class, wondering why I had turned red when Syaoran had winked at me.
~*~*~*~*~*At Lunch - Normal POV
By now, the word had gotten around that Yuriko had run away crying, because her 'breakdancing' boyfriend had dumped her, and Yuriko, Yuriko Pabai had never been dumped. Never in her life!
"Hey Syaoran, I heard Yuriko got dumped by Seiji. Is that true? Awwww, poor her man," Eriol said to Syaoran, shaking his head.
"Yeah, probably. I wouldn't care anyway." Syaoran forked some spaghetti into his mouth. "Dammit, here comes the bitch now," Syaoran muttered under his breath, as Yuriko was walking towards them.
"Hey Syaoran!" Yuriko said, drying her tears and squishing in between Eriol and Syaoran. They looked surprised at her quick change of attitude, and both ignored Yuriko.
"Syaoran? Well then, I wanna feed you!" Yuriko giggled, and grabbed Syaoran's spoon, twirled some spaghetti on a fork, and forced it in Syaoran's mouth.
Syaoran just slapped the fork out of Yuriko's hands and yelled, "Dammit, Yuriko... What the FUCK are you doing? I'm not your playtoy, unlike your little Seiji that dumped you. And I'm DEFINITELY not coming back to you. So, get the hell away from me!"
Syaoran seethed with anger and glared daggers at Yuriko, but Yuriko just continued eating, just ignoring it all. Everyone seemed to be staring and waiting for Yuriko's reaction, but Yuriko just sat there and ate her own spaghetti.
"What are you staring at??" Yuriko glared at the passers by, "Am I too beautiful or something?" and with that, Yuriko got up, dumped her spaghetti in the trash, and walked over to a particular table.
"What did you do to my Syaoran?" Yuriko asked Sakura loudly. "Did you seduce him or something? Well, to say the least, he's not your type!" Yuriko laughed. "Talk about slut!"
Sakura glared daggers at Yuriko before replying, "Umm... excuse me?"
"You heard what I said slut, so don't backstab me. I'm THE bitch around here, so don't get too angry. Haha!" Yuriko rolled her eyes and laughed.
"I've got a few things I wanna say. Number one, Syaoran is nobody's, and he's certainly not yours. Number two, I don't care if he's not my type. If he's not my type, then he's CERTAINLY not your type! Number three, I am not a slut. If anyone was a slut, it would be you," Sakura looked at Yuriko again, to see Yuriko laughing.
"What the fuck are you laughing at?" Sakura was still glaring, and before Yuriko could answer, "Syaoran! Come here, and bring your plate of spaghetti!" was heard. Sakura had called Syaoran to bring his plate of spaghetti. But why? Little did Yuriko know what was going to happen next.
As Syaoran came running over to Sakura, he wondered what had gotten into Sakura. Why was she so mean and angry all of a sudden? She had always been so innocent. But now, everyone in the hall realised there was another side to Sakura. An Evil side.
"Well, Yuriko. I just wanted to ask you a favour." Sakura grinned evilly at Yuriko.
"What?" Yuriko gritted her teeth.
"This," Sakura got her plate of spaghetti, walked over to Yuriko, and poured the plate all over Yuriko's chest.
Everyone stared unbelievingly between Sakura, who was still grining evilly, and Yuriko, who had a mix of surprise and anger plastered over her face.
"Ohmigod! This is my best Gucci shirt!" Yuriko squealed, as Syaoran came over with HIS plate of spaghetti, and... SPLAT! it 'somehow' landed on Yuriko's face.
Everyone was doubly surprised. Wasn't Syaoran and Yuriko once a couple? They were the most good looking guy and girl on earth. Well, maybe Yuriko was getting competition for the most good looking girl on campus. Sakura.
But Syaoran and Sakura just looked at each other, and stuck their tongues out at Yuriko, grabbed their bags from their tables, and ran out the door, with people looking at them in disbelief and amusement.
Outside, Syaoran and Sakura gave each other a Hi5.
"God, talk about sweet revenge!" Sakura said, smirking triumphantly. "We did it!"
"We sure did! We REALLY showed her. I mean, how the hell could she go around, and call you a slut in front of everyone. Geez," Syaoran replied, getting angry.
Sakura smiled and said softly, "Thanks. Thanks for everything you've done. I used to wonder why you hung around me. But now, you're a good friend. Right?"
"Yeah. Friends?" Syaoran smiled a bit uncomfortably, and stuck out his pinky.
Sakura stuck out her pinky, and both murmured, "Friends."
Little did they know who had followed them out of the cafeteria.
~*~*~*~*~*The next day, Before school classes - Syaoran's POV
"Hey Sakura!" I yelled, waving at her. She had just come in the school gates, and spotted me.
"Hi Syaoran!" she called, smiling and walking towards me.
The day before, we had pulled a 'little' prank on Yuriko. Sakura had put Spaghetti over her precious 'Gucci shirt', and I had slapped some spaghetti over her ugly but pretty face. After that, we both stuck our tongue at her, and took our bags and ran out. We had Hi5-ed, and shook on being friends. I was so happy at the thought of that, not realising Sakura waved a hand in front of my face.
"Err... Syaoran? You okay there? You look a little spaced out," She grinned and looked at me, with those enormous emerald eyes, obviously teasing me.
"N-no..." I stuttered. Why was I stuttering? This was a whole new game for me, as I had never stuttered once in my life before.
For once in my life, I was actually captivated by her green, green eyes.
What the hell? I brushed that thought out of my mind, and ran a hand through my hair, as Sakura jabbered on about something.
"See? Look!" I could hear her saying. She showed me a funny picture, a picture with a girl with hazel eyes, just like Yuriko. She had a reddish face, probably from anger. In the background, little figures were staring at her. It was really good.
"Wow... what's that?" I asked curiously, and avoided her eyes.
"Weren't you listening? I said it was Yuriko! I drew it yesterday when I thought of her calling me a slut. It's so cute, isn't it? Look, there's us running out the door. See those two little people at the door? That's us! I'm gonna enter it for that art competition. It's my abstract piece of art," Sakura giggled.
I admired the painting, and replied, "Yup. It's nice... would you mind doing another copy... for me?"
"... for you? But why would you want a copy?" Sakura gave her head a tilt and looked at me.
"O-ooh. Just give me one, okay?" I replied, looking down at my shoes.
"Umm, okay then...?" she shot me a curious look again.
"Ugh, yeah. I, well, we gotta go to class now!" I said, grabbing my bag and shouting, "Bye!" over my shoulder.
Phew, close one, I thought. I really didn't know why I would want a copy of that, but I just wanted it as a memory? Nah, can't be. Well, I probably just wanted to show it to Eriol. Yeah!
I wondered if I was really beginning to like Sakura. How the hell can I like Sakura so fast? And anyway, Yuriko wanted me back, but now, I wasn't really sure I even liked Yuriko. I mean, all she wanted me for was because I was the most popular guy in the school. (A/N: Syaoran's a bit up himself, eh? ^.*)
I walked into class and sat down, and as the teacher started speaking, I put my hand on the table, and lay my head on it, and...
... What? Where am I? ... I looked around, and realised I was in a field. A field full of flowers. Pink flowers. Pink Cherry Blossoms.
A field full of Pink Cherry Blossoms? I wondered, looking around at the field.
Suddenly, I heard sobbing. Turning around, I saw a girl, sitting there, amidst the pin cherry blossoms, bent down low, crying.
Doesn't that look like Sakura? I questioned myself, walking over to the girl who was crying.
"Umm... excuse me, but why are you crying?" I tapped the girl on the shoulder, and heard my voice echoing.
The girl turned around, and I drowned in those emerald eyes.
"Syaoran? Why are you here?" Sakura asked, trying to wipe her tears away with her hand, but still keeping the gaze.
"Sakura! I dunno. I think we're lost in a void or something. Isn't this nice? I just love Cherry Blossoms... don't you?" I asked, turning my head around to look at the cherry blossoms.
As I just realized what I had said, I shook my head to clear the thoughts.
Why the hell am I always thinking thoughts like these?!?!
Sakura just blushed and murmured something.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I LOVE YOU!" And with that, Sakura got up, and ran to hug me.
I could feel Sakura's warmness around me, and I felt my arms go around Sakura.
"Me too," I heard myself saying, as I glanced around at the field again.
Was this a dream? Why would Sakura say she loved me?
We stood there hugging, until...
"SYAORAN! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!?" Jatsuno Sensei yelled in my ear.
As I sat up, I realised that it had only been a dream.
DAMN! I could feel a voice in my head saying. It had only been a dream! Wait, what the hell do I mean by "Damn, it had only been a dream?"
"Oo-ohh... Sorry Sensei. I'm listening!" I said, straightening up and staring right at the sensei with a forceful glare.
"Well, you better be, Syaoran! I always thought you were one of my best students!" Jatsuno sensei shook her head, and walked back to the front of the class.
I looked to where Sakura was sitting. This was one of the only classes I had with her. English. She was yawning, and I began to think, "Maybe she was dreaming too?"
But wait, why would we have the same dream? It would be a big coincidence to have the same dream. A VERY big coincidence.
Or was it?
Author's Note: Well, I guess there was a bit of fluff in that. And most of that was all made up too. I told you there would be some parts by me! Sorry for not updating. I REALLY need to update my other fic too, so please be patient with updating! Email me if you wanna be my beta-reader: not_telling_@ hotmail.com. Review, thanks!
-tidus2yuna