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It's been a few weeks since my last update, but this is an improvement from before, no? Anyway, this is my early Christmas present to all of you because though I would like to post one on Christmas, I will be away from a computer, ergo no writing will be happening. But as soon as I get back, I plan to sit down and write the next chapter! I expect it to be there in about a month or so. Sorry if that's disappointing, but thanks for putting up with all my troubles with posting.

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'Thinking'

"Saying"

(Author Notes)

You've Got Mail!

Sakura walked up to the counter and ordered a strawberry smoothie. It had been a long day of shopping with Tomoyo and all she wanted to do was sit down, relax, and drink smoothies to her heart's content. Tomoyo hadn't been back for more than a day when she insisted on taking Sakura shopping. When they arrived at the mall, Tomoyo had dragged her through many stores and at every one, they made at least one purchase.

"What'd you get?" Tomoyo asked.

"Strawberry smoothie, you?"

"Hot milk tea." Tomoyo replied. Sakura sighed, it had been a week since the street dance, but it had stayed fresh in her mind. After all, it was the last time she actually spent time with Syaoran.

"Sakura?" Sakura was startled by the voice that broke through her daydreams. "You had that sort of far off, dreamy look."

"Yeah, it's nothing," Sakura said, brushing the topic off. She really didn't feel like talking right now. "I'm just a little tired. Couldn't sleep well last night." At least that wasn't a lie. For some strange reason, thoughts of Syaoran plagued her mind. No matter how hard she pushed the thoughts away, they continued to stay in the back of her mind waiting to pop back up annoyingly at the right moment. Just like Lisa.

"One fresh Strawberry smoothie!" one of the workers yelled. Sakura claimed her drink and took a sip of the cold sweet indulgence. Once Tomoyo received her drink, the two left the food court and headed towards the parking garage.

"How are things with Syaoran going?" Tomoyo asked, curious about Sakura's relationship with Meilin's cousin.

"Nothing really, he spends most of his time with Lisa."

"Lisa… She's the girl you guys met on the plane and is now staying at your house, right?"

"Yep," Sakura said, not really paying attention. She was too absorbed in her smoothie's chunky strawberry pieces. Tomoyo sighed. She didn't like this Lisa character. They met her on a plane and then she asked if she could stay with them? It was quite ridiculous, why would someone get on a plane to Japan without having a place to stay there?

The two arrived at Tomoyo's limo and quickly got in.

"On to the next mall!" Tomoyo cried.

"Next mall? Tomoyo?" Sakura asked, not sure what she meant by next mall.

"Ohohohoho!" (You know that weird laugh that Tomoyo does…)

-Kinomoto Residence-

DING DONG

The doorbell rang clearly throughout the house.

"I'll get it!" Syaoran said as he jogged down the stairs. He opened the door to be met by a man in a UPS uniform. (AHAHA UPS hahaha)

"Package for…" the man looked down at his clipboard, "Syaoran Li."

"That's me."

"Okay, just sign on this line," he held the clipboard forward, letting Syaoran sign the sheet of deliveries.

"Here's your package, sir." The man walked back to his UPS truck and drove off. Syaoran walked back into the house and opened the package immediately. The first thing he saw was a letter addressed to him from Meilin.

Dear Syaoran,

Hey my favorite cousin, there were some letters over here. I think their yours, they're in the box. I also sent over your laptop, which you left in one of the study rooms. I'm giving you your laptop so you will send e-mails to me, so don't forget to write! Since you probably forgot, your e-mail is wolfboy e – mail . c o m, your password is, paper cranes. See you soon, and say hi to Sakura for me.

Love,

Meilin

Syaoran picked up the two letters that lay on top of the laptop. The first one had a return address that led to a house in Hawaii. The second had no return address but was clearly written by the same person.

"I wonder what this is…" he muttered as he opened the first letter.

Dear XiaoLang,

'Xiao Lang, doesn't that mean little wolf in Chinese?' he thought.

I never thought I would ever have a "pen pal" but now, I guess I do. I love the bottle it came in. I was snorkeling when I found it. It has made my vacation a little more interesting I guess. I don't know what to say, I'm not good at writing down my thoughts, and always end up writing the wrong thing. I'm also not a very good at expressing myself. That's what my drama teacher told me, but she thinks I'll improve. I guess that's why I never had a diary before. You'll be like my little diary. I can tell you whatever I want, because I probably will never see you, or you'll never go to my school. How old are you anyway? I'm 17. What did you do so far on your vacation? I came with my best friend, and my annoying brother. I hope you'll write back, and I'll give you some shells I found while snorkeling.

Bye,
Ying Fa

Syaoran looked inside the envelope. Sure enough, there were a few small shells scattered across the envelope's bottom. 'So this is some kind of pen pal thing, right?'

-Flashback-

"Oh my god! That is so cute!" a girl rushed from booth to booth trying on things and looking at things. Syaoran lagged behind. Suddenly something caught his eye. An old fashioned booth had tiny bottles with sand inside. There were also some sea stars inside, and inscriptions on each bottle. Syaoran stopped and asked the old woman what the purpose of the bottles were for.

"They're just for decoration. But do you know what?" "What?" Syaoran asked curiously. "There is also a legend that said, that each bottle has a mark of magic in it. What you do is you write on a piece of paper a wish you want granted with your name. Then you write your address, and slip this paper in." Syaoran read the paper:

-End of Flashback-

Syaoran shook himself out of the daydream. 'It's exactly what happened on the night of the street dance! What does it all mean?' he thought. The dream, or whatever it was, he had received a week ago still haunted his mind. He didn't understand, was it really his memory coming back to him?

He picked up the next letter to get his mind off the topic. He wasn't in the mood to contemplate what the dreams really meant.

Xiaolang,

I never got a reply from you, did anything happen? Anyway, I'm going back home and if I tell you my address, my brother will kill me for sure. So, why don't we keep in touch by e- mail? My e-mail is bittersweet cherries. e – mail . c o m. (AN: I just realized her e-mail address didn't show up on the story. I'm really sorry about that.. I didn't realize that would happen!) E-mail me soon!

Wait for your reply, Ying Fa

'I've got nothing to do, so I might as well e-mail this Ying Fa.' He placed the letters back in the box and took the package up the stairs into his bedroom. Once there, he unpacked the laptop and hooked up its cables into the various plugs in the wall. He pressed the on button and waited for the computer to start up.

He logged onto his e-mail account, with the information Meilin gave him, and was soon staring at a blank document ready for him to compose.

Ying Fa, he typed,

Sorry about not replying, I didn't receive your letters until now. So, I'm your pen pal, right? Sorry, I don't remember anything. I was recently in an accident. Anyway, I'm seventeen, too. Talk to you later, bye.

Xiaolang

Syaoran looked back at his letter. It was short, but what else was he supposed to write about? He didn't really like the idea of expressing himself to a stranger. Now that he thought about it, he didn't like expressing himself at all. But, he couldn't be more drawn to the mysterious writer's cheerfulness. He could just imagine her, kind emerald eyes, short brown hair. God, you'd think he was describing Sakura.

'Sakura,' he thought. Lately, she had been the only thing he could think about. He tried to determine his relationship with her, but his mind was scrambled. 'As well as everything else in my life,' he thought ruefully.

He shrugged as he clicked the send button. A small box popped up shortly afterward announcing his e-mail was sent successfully. He closed his laptop and headed for the kitchen to get a snack.

-Sakura-

'Hooray!' she thought when she found her keys. Tomoyo had agreed to bring Sakura home after the third mall and now, all she wanted to do was run up to her room and fall into a deep sleep. Unfortunately, once Sakura opened the front door, she tripped over a wooden shelf of shoes. Her purchases went flying and she fell onto the hard wooden floor. Articles of clothing and variously sized purses were sprawled across the floor and a surprised Syaoran stood in the middle of the corridor holding a juice box and banana.

"Would you like some help?" he asked looking at the items on the ground.

"Yeah, thanks," Sakura said, lifting herself from the wooden floor. The two quickly stuffed the many objects into the array of colorful bags that also laid across the floor. When all was picked up, Syaoran was up the stairs in a flash. Sakura didn't even get a chance to say thank you. But it didn't matter, she was too tired to care. She trudged up the stairs to her familiar pink bedroom.

"So soft," she muttered as she lay on the silky sheets of her twin bed. Sakura pushed all her worries and anxieties to the back of her mind, letting blind thoughts of slumber overflow her. 'Just for tonight, I won't let anything bother me,' she let out a final yawn and prayed for a peaceful sleep before all hell broke out the next day.

All hell meaning… school. Summer vacation for them is ending and so they must go back to school. That's what the next chapter will be about…

The ending may sound kind of weird… I had the idea but I was kind of having trouble explaining it. Thanks to all my reviewers! And to those who don't review but still read Love Bottle! Please Review!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!