FORGOTTEN CRUSH

Chapter three

Confused Feelings

~~~~~*****~~~~~~ Ending of Chapter Two

Sakura was running in the cruel city of Japan. Almost there. She looked at her watch. Dammit! I'm 15 minutes late!!! She quickly turned a corner and suddenly crashed into someone. She fell backwards with the person falling on top of her. Once that person landed on her with not much weight put on, their lips locked together! It was so warm and felt like it was meant to be.

Sakura quickly opened her eyelids and with a skip in her heartbeat, she saw no other than Syaoran Li…

~~~~~*****~~~~~~ Chapter three

What the hell am I doing??? Syaoran quickly jumped up onto his feet, catching his breath. He felt like he just came from heaven just when he touched the elegant lips. His eyes trailed down to the girl, to find out who she is. Oh my god! Sakura?

Sakura was looking quite shocked. Syaoran held a hand out to her to help her get up; she took it and slowly got up. They both stared at each other for a moment. Suddenly after what felt like a decade, Sakura slapped him hard across the face, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

"PERVERT!!!" she yelled at him.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR??? You're the one that tripped me over!" He rubbed his cheek that was burning with pain. Man! This girl has her moves. She's feisty.

"ME?? You're the one that tripped me over, and now, thanks to you, I'm going to be so fired from my job this time!" Sakura had to catch her breath before she had to snap back at him.

Syaoran retaliated, "What is the matter with you??? You are totally insane! Haven't you figured that part out yet?" Sakura could feel her hand clenching.

She sighed heavily, "Okay, maybe we started out the wrong way. Maybe, we can just introduce each other like we never met and forget our violent past. So, I'm Sakura Kinomoto, sorry I can't stay long or else I would have a larger argument with  my boss and I gotta go. Don't forget, not a word about this to Tomoyo, okay?"

Syaoran just blinked twice before she disappeared from his sight.

~~~~~*****~~~~~~later

Sakura was glad that she wasn't fired from her job. She was an editor for the newspapers. Even though she was the youngest, she was the best editor in the company but mostly arrives late.

Sakura couldn't stop thinking of what just happened in the morning. It was just a stupid kiss, but why can't I stop thinking about it or even forget my stupid childhood memories with him? Do I still love him? Sakura quickly shook her head, ignoring what she just thought about. She wondered why Syaoran never noticed her after all this time. She admits that she is not ugly, and Tomoyo kept saying that she was pretty but had to put on makeup and more revealing clothes. Sakura always refused dress up, she liked just how she is.

She didn't even know where her legs are dragging her but found herself in front of Tomoyo's house. Well, Sakura had nothing else to do. She rang the doorbell and waited. The door opened with Syaoran standing at the door frame. He had a green shirt with black jeans. Their eyes stared at each other, not knowing what to say until Tomoyo came along.

"Oh my god!!! Sakura, what are you doing in the rain? You'll get sick! Come inside right now!" Breaking the gaze between Sakura and Syaoran, Tomoyo grabbed Sakura's right arm and dragged her in. Sakura had no idea that her clothes were soaked and clinging to her body. Tomoyo place her hand on Sakura's forehead. Tomoyo had a terrible look on her face.

"Sakura, I think you have a fever. I think you should stay at my house overnight. You could sleep in the guest room," Tomoyo then headed to the kitchen to get some medicines.

Sakura and Syaoran were now left standing in the living room alone.

Sakura felt a little drowsy, "Tomoyo is too nice sometimes, hehe" she looked like she was drunk.

"That's why I always feel lucky that I have her in my life," Syaoran was fiddling with his fingers thinking what to do besides standing there in the middle of the room like a complete idiot.

Suddenly, Sakura began to feint. Her body was collapsing. Her knees felt weak. All she could see was a blurred vision of a head with chestnut hair and amber eyes. Syaoran caught hold of her just in time. He looked concerned and lifted her into his arms. She was very light He carried her upstairs and into the guest room. He saw no bed and remembered that Tomoyo said that she doesn't have beds in guest's rooms, but will prepare one when they are expecting a guest. He had no choice but to take her to his room; he didn't want to bring Sakura into Tomoyo's room cause then were would Tomoyo sleep? He placed Sakura gently on his green soft bed and covered her with blankets. He stood up and looked at her. Even though she was pale, he thought she was beautiful and soft. However, he also thought that he saw her before; not from the last few days but what seemed like years ago. What am I thinking??? Having a feeling of guilt he quickly left.

~~~~~*****~~~~~~next morning

Her eyelids opened. Why am I here? She remembered appearing at Tomoyo's house and became sick. Wow, whoever sleeps in this room must love the colour green. Her eyes travelled all over the room which were painted and coloured in all shades of green. Then she thought it must have been Syaoran's…

"You look better," Sakura was startled by the voice. She turned around and found Syaoran standing there, with his hands shoved in his pockets, his amber eyes were staring at the ground and his bangs covered his face.

"Tomoyo was worried sick about you all last night, she's downstairs cooking breakfast right now," he decided to keep cool while looking at the confused face of Sakura.

"Why am I in your bed? You better not have done something to me," Sakura's voice cracked a little.

Syaoran gave a little laugh, "Don't take it the wrong way, you feinted and so I brought you into this room while I slept on the couch. I didn't want Tomoyo to bring a mattress into the guest room and I didn't want her to sleep on the couch either. You could be such a stubborn girl sometimes." With that, he took off downstairs.

Sakura was now puzzled. First he was rude and now he's helping me! Honestly, he could be really strange.

~~~~~*****~~~~~~downstairs

Syaoran arrived at the kitchen and found Tomoyo cooking French toast. He came up behind her and gave her a small kiss on the side of her neck.

Tomoyo giggled slightly, "Good morning to you too." She turned around to face him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and smiled before returning back to her cooking.

It didn't feel the same for Syaoran anymore. Whenever he kissed her, it felt so sensational, but now…it wasn't as good as Sakura's.

a/n okay…I'm going to stop here now. Wonder what's happening to Syaoran's feelings? My hands are so sore now. Just kidding! I love typing stories.

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