Italics -- Memories or thoughts

Chapter 11: Upcoming Events

Sakura awoke the next morning to the bright sun shining in her face. She shielded the light away from her eyes with a hand, pulling back the covers as she swung her legs off of her bed and sat up.

I love you, Sakura.. Syaoran's voice repeated those words over and over again in her mind, as she put her head into her hands and starred down at the floor, thoughts gushing into her mind continuously.

"'Morning, kiddo," Kero yawned, as he drifted up from his drawer.

"'Morning, Kero," Sakura replied softly, as she lifted her arms into the air and stretched her muscles.

"When did everyone leave last night?" Kero asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Around midnight," Sakura said as she stood up, stretched her legs, and then bent down to tug on her slippers. "I'm making breakfast this morning, what do you want?"

"Bacon, and lots of it!"

"Alright."

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"A festival?" Tomoyo replied into the phone. "That should be lots of fun, Eriol, I'll tell Sakura and the others."

"Will you go with me, Tomoyo?"

"Sure," Tomoyo replied happily. "I can't wait."

"Me neither. See you then, Tomoyo."

"See you then."

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"Oh, Syaoran, don't make such a fuss," Meilin said annoyingly, as she strung a peony flower into the hair behind her cousin's ear. "Sakura will love it."

"No, she won't, Meilin, she'll think I'll look gay," mumbled Syaoran.

"Oh, she will not." Meilin straightened his shirt, which was a plain dark blue colour. She then grabbed his shoulders and twisted him around to face the mirror. "Now don't tell me that doesn't look good."

Syaoran studied himself in the mirror and was surprised to consciously agree with Meilin. As she had said, his blue shirt went well with his beige pants, and his black skate shoes complemented his clothing. The peony intertwined into his hair didn't look half bad when he thought about it, and he thought maybe Sakura would find him good-looking tonight. (**A/N: And of course, "maybe" is always a "definitely" for Syaoran, isn't it, Syaoran lovers? ^.~**)

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"Wow, Tomoyo, I love it!" Sakura said breath-takingly, twirling around in the dress that clad her body. "It's gorgeous!" And indeed it was; the dress was a light pink, thin silk material with the skirt ending at her knees, forming her slim figure perfectly and showing off her body nicely. "And the shoes! They're so pretty!"

"I knew you would like it," Tomoyo smiled, consciously giving herself a pat on the back for a nice job. "Syaoran will love it."

"Do you think?" Sakura giggled, as she spun around in a circle again, the dress swirling around her.

"Of course," Tomoyo said reassuringly. "Oh, and I'm doing your hair, too."

Sakura stopped studying herself in the mirror and turned around to lunge at Tomoyo, throwing her arms around her neck. "Oh, Tomoyo, you're the best!"

Tomoyo laughed and hugged her friend back.

A/N: Hey guys, I know you're probably ready to shoot me with the last chapters being so short, but I PROMISE that the next chapter will be excellent and you'll all love it! Later guys, love ya all ;) Ohhh, and also, I'm going to be changing the title of this fanfic soon, because the title "Mistakes" doesn't originally go with what I thought this fanfic was going to be about, hehe. ~Kitty