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Chapter Three:

Wanted Photographer

College went by so fast that even Sakura didn't notice it flew. Everyone was busy studying, doing projects, passing reports that time flew so quickly. Yes, Sakura pursued her chosen course even though it meant that she and Syaoran would become classmates. After the tragic date, Syaoran compromised with Sakura saying that he would never fall for her—that it would be the last thing he would do.

"I promise I wouldn't fall for you, honest! Trust me on this, okay?"

Finally, Sakura agreed and they became best of friends—being partners here and there. After all, being classmates in a chosen course, they would help each other pass reports and do projects for their chosen field.

Being the most beautiful girl in the university, suitors couldn't be avoided right? That's what Sakura experienced. So many guys courting her that she couldn't count how many but Syaoran pushed them away (secretly),

saying that they would just get their hearts broken. Half of the suitors believed him while others said that he was just jealous.

"Jealous? No way, man! I'm just warning ya. . .Sakura could punch. . .really hard!"

"Whatever, man! I know you and Sakura are close friends and all but you have to let go."

Those who didn't believe Syaoran got what they deserved. . .Sakura's renowned "mega punch". Yeah, those guys were carrying ice bags for days. . .some even weeks. Tomoyo set Sakura on various blind dates but all of them were turned down and Tomoyo finally gave up, well, after a lot of convincing from Meilin, of course.

"She would fall in love, you'll see. She just needed to have some space. She would fall in love in her own time and fate would play its course to reveal who would be the lucky guy. . ."

Speaking of Meilin, she pursued her dream of being a journalist too like Sakura—the only difference was she planned of becoming a newspaper journalist so that she could work at the famous "Tokyo Times". As for Tomoyo, she took the course of Interior Designing—saying that she would put her talents in designing for planning heartfelt weddings. And, well, she got her dream. Everyone graduated with flying colors and everyone finished successfully their chosen courses. Well, now that college was finally finished, everyone was getting ready for a brand new chapter in their lives. . .

A game we call "life". . .

"Huh? What do you mean the flowers won't be delivered at St. John the Evangelist Parish?" A young girl of about twenty in age said in an irritated voice at the person on the opposite line.

Yep, Sakura Kinomoto—a girl of about twenty in age with long honey golden hair and stunning emerald green eyes was a wedding planner. After her college life, she agreed of helping her dear friend, Tomoyo Daidouji, plan weddings and stuff but she still pursued her chosen field by working at the "Stuff Magazine" wherein her editor and researcher was Meilin. Yes, Sakura was a love story planner and at the same time a love story writer (ironic don't you think?). She was happy in what she was doing—no second thoughts. After all, she was working with her good friends.

"Hey, look here pal! We got you in the business so that you could deliver those flowers not blab about your van having no gasoline okay? Ugh! We'll find somebody else to deliver those blossoms!" Sakura slammed the phone, irritated of what's happening to her.

Tomoyo approached her and spoke in a calm voice. "It'll be alright, Sakura-chan. We'll find somebody to deliver those flowers."

"But the wedding's in four hours. We don't even have a photographer for the wedding. I give up Tomoyo-chan—I'm so stressed out."

"It'll be okay. Trust me. It's just like this because Valentine's Day is approaching—many couples want their weddings in that day."

"But Valentine's Day is three days from now! Oh, those couples! Why don't they just have their weddings in Halloween for crying out loud?" Sakura queried in an angry tone.

Tomoyo scolded her."Sakura-chan. . ."

"Okay, okay, I'll try to call the nearest flower shop to deliver those blooms."

"That's the spirit! Meanwhile, I'll phone a photographer okay? Remember: keep your temper down."

"I will, I will."

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Meanwhile, Meilin was having the same dilemma back at the "Stuff Magazine" office. Apparently, Sakura's shift at work there was one p.m. up until seven p.m. wherein she was assigned to work on an article and right now Meilin needed her help. She looked at her wristwatch and it read: 11:15 a.m. Sakura-chan, where are you? I need your help! Ugh, where is she when you need her most? Meilin thought, scratching her head. Actually, Sakura was the one phoning a photographer because she was accustomed to it back at Tomoyo's "Your lovely moments, we plan" office. Meilin panicked as she thought of a way to get past her predicament.

"Uhmm. . .let's see. . .who to call. . ." Meilin whispered to herself as she thumbed through the phonebook.

She continued searching while saying everything on the list. "Patty's Pizza Parlor. . .Gary's Gardening Service. . .Henry's Hardware Hut. . .Melody's Meat Shop. . .Ugh! Who to call? There's no photographer in either one of these pages!"

Meilin kept turning the pages as she read everything on the phonebook until something stung inside her. Wait a sec. . .Syaoran took journalism too if I'm not mistaken and he focused on. . .photography! That's it! He must be a photographer too by now! He could be of an assistance! Good thinking, Meilin! You're truly a genius! Meilin thought as she closed the large phonebook. Now, if I could just find his phone number. Meilin thought as she searched high and low for Syaoran's number. After all such fuzz, she relocated his number and went for the phone. She dialed the said number as she listened for the buttons to squeak.

The other line rang four times until someone picked it up. "Hello, Syaoran Li speaking. Can I help you?"

"I believe you can."

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Three hours now before the wedding and Sakura haven't actually phoned a flower shop to deliver those blossoms yet.

"There's no available van? How could you possibly deliver those flowers, huh? Ugh!" Sakura again slammed the phone for the fifth time now.

"Any luck?" Tomoyo asked upon arriving by her side.

"No, not really! Darn, it's no use! We'll never find a flower shop to deliver those blooms in time!"

"Calm down, Sakura-chan. We will find somebody to deliver them okay?"

"Sigh, I think your right. So, any luck about the photographer?"

"Yeah, he'll be arriving here at about an hour!"

"At least, something turned out right."

"You have no idea."

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"What? What do you mean you have a gig? C'mon, Syaoran! Please?"

"What time would you need me exactly?"

"Uhmm. . .at about four p.m. why?"

"Uh. . .I might squeeze you in. . ." Syaoran said, putting an emphasis on the word 'might'.

"Please? Oh, please?"

"Okay, I'll be there at four. I won't be late."

"Thank you so much!"

Meilin put down the phone while a smirk was starting to imprint on her lips.

"You're in for a big surprise, Sakura-chan."

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Tapping her foot, Sakura waited impatiently for the new photographer to arrive. Two and a half hours now before the said wedding and she's growing more impatient each minute that passed. Sakura clenched her fist as she grew into a boiling point.

"Okay, that's it! I've waited long enough! That pathetic photographer would never come! If he's late, he should-" Sakura's angry statement was cut when a voice piped in.

"Who you calling pathetic?"

Sakura froze—a feeling she never experienced since that unforgettable date years ago. Oh, no Tomoyo! You didn't just do what I think you did! Sakura thought as sweat crawled down her face. She was again nervous after about three long years—no report, no project, no test did this to her. The return of someone she knew and cared for, for about many years was making her spine chill up and down. I thought he would never come back! I thought he would practice his photography back at Tomoeda! Maybe I was wrong. . . Sakura thought as she turned around to see a familiar face.

Those messy chocolate brown hair, those deep amber eyes, those thick eyebrows, his fine built body, his devilish smirk—all of him, she missed. Sakura was just too afraid to admit it but he was the only person she truly cared for—the only person that made her heart beat faster. After all these years, he was the only boy that made her cheeks blush, her heart pound, her spine chill—he was the first and probably would be the last. . .

"Uhmm. . .I'm sorry about that. . .I thought you were-"

"Someone else?"

"Yeah. . .I. . .I missed you."

Hey, where did that came from?

"Me too. I missed you a lot."

"I. . .I missed you as a friend n-not as a lover okay?"

"I knew that."

"You k-knew?. . .I. . .I mean of course you knew!" Sakura stuttered nervously as her heart thundered inside her ribcage. W-What's happening to me? Sakura thought while she perspired profusely.

"So aren't you going to let me in?"

"Of course I will let you in." Sakura said, laughing nervously.

Snap out of it Sakura! Wake up!

"Hey, Li-kun! Good to see you!" Tomoyo beamed as she came out from one of the rooms.

Sakura dragged her inside again upon seeing her. "We need to talk!"

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter is that he's here!"

"Uhmm. . .who's here? Li-kun? Of course he's here! He's there standing, waiting for us to come out!" Tomoyo said, pulling a wide fake grin.

"You can't weasel your way out here young lady! Tell me, how did he get here?"

"Uh. . .I don't know. . .He took a bus?"

"Admit it, Tomoyo-chan! You called him to be the photographer!"

"Okay, okay, yeah I did call him! Aren't you glad about it? We can work together—just like old times!" Tomoyo smiled.

"You better not be planning another date, Tomoyo-chan!"

"I am not. If you'll excuse me, I'll greet our new photographer." Tomoyo said, that fake wide smile still imprinted on her lips.

Tomoyo got out from the room and upon reaching Syaoran, she greeted him with due respect that made Syaoran wonder. Sakura followed her and excused herself.

"Uhmm. . .I'll be late for my work at "Stuff Magazine". See you later."

Tomoyo waved goodbye. "See you later, Sakura-chan! Aren't you going to say goodbye to our new photographer?"

"Uh. . .Bye, Syaoran-kun!"

Where did 'Syaoran-kun' came from? Ugh, I'm not entirely myself today!

"Bye, Sakura! Take care!"

Take care. . .

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Meilin was doing some research when Sakura arrived at the office, tired and worn out. She stood up and greeted Sakura with a wide smile.

"Hey there, Sakura-chan! Nice weather we're having isn't?"

"Okay, spill. What's with you?"

"What's with me? Oh, nothing, Sakura-chan!" Meilin replied as Sakura sat on her desk.

Sakura looked through her paperwork. "You're too perky. Spill, Meilin-chan. You're not good at lying."

"Okay, okay, I just phone us a photographer for later."

"Well, that's an accomplishment." Sakura said, her eyes still glued on the paperwork at hand.

"Yeah, and guess who's the photographer."

Sakura took a sip of water. "Who?"

"Syaoran Li." Meilin beamed. As soon as Sakura heard the name, water came spilling from her mouth as she coughed severely.

"What? Of all the photographer in Tokyo, he was the one you called?" Sakura asked hoarsely.

"Yeah, I figured, he might be of an assistance since we knew him and all."

"This is not my day." Sakura muttered under her breath.

"Don't you like it? I'll cancel if you want." Meilin said in a fake sad tone.

"Oh no, oh no. . .I love it! It's great!" Sakura replied in a fake smile.

"Okay, I better get back on my research."

Sakura giggled nervously. "Yeah, you better. What else would go wrong?"

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A/N: Poor Sakura! Well, there you have it! The third chapter! Review people! Remember: the more reviews I get, the more chapters I'll make!

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