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Chapter Four:

Foolish Heart

Ring! Ring!

"Hello? Thanks for calling "Your lovely moments, we plan" wedding service. Sakura Kinomoto speaking, how can I help you?"

Another day, another wedding to plan—since Valentine's day was approaching, many couples were calling Tomoyo's wedding service. Bookings for the church, wedding gowns, wedding theme—these were some of the jobs a wedding planner should take care of. Only two days until the said day and it was getting more and more difficult to book weddings in a church since most churches were getting heavily booked.

"I'm sorry ma'am. Our Lady of Peace Parish is already full for Valentine's day."

"Couldn't you squeeze our wedding in?" The woman pleaded.

"I'm really sorry ma'am. If you like, my associate will come to your house to discuss these matters out since we can't discuss all of it here on the phone. Just give me your address and she'll be there at exactly two p.m. if it's okay with you."

"Sure."

Sakura Kinomoto got a piece of paper and scribbled the address down—not missing every important detail.

"Thank you ma'am. We won't be late." Sakura put down the phone and called for Tomoyo.

Tomoyo approached her. "What is it?"

"Another wedding. Here's the address—the lady wants to plan the wedding personally inside her house. You should go check it out, Tomoyo-chan."

"Me? But why me?"

"I said 'one of my associates' so she expects someone other than me to visit her." Sakura smirked.

Tomoyo grabbed the piece of paper and looked at it. "You owe me big time, Sakura-chan! This house is far across the city!"

"Well, you should be going then. Otherwise, you would be late—I said you would be there at exactly two p.m."

Tomoyo gasped. "Two p.m.? I have only thirty minutes? Grrr. . .You owe me so big time! Wait a minute. . .Whose gonna stay here to guard the shop?"

"Me of course. It's Saturday today remember? I have no work."

Tomoyo gritted her teeth. "You got this all planned up, huh?"

"No, I don't. Now, better be off or else you would be late." Sakura teased.

"We'll talk about this later, Sakura-chan! I'm warning you!" Tomoyo shouted as she fled through the door.

Sakura laughed. "Warn yourself!"

She sat down the chair as she waited for a call. Minutes and hours passed but still nothing until she fell asleep due to boredom. What's taking Tomoyo-chan so long? Sakura thought before her eyelids closed shut. . .

"Wake up, Sakura! Wake up!" A voice kept ringing inside her head. The owner of the voice nudged her arm, making her flip back to reality.

Half-asleep, Sakura drove the person's hand. "Go away. . .Can't you see I'm sleeping, Tomoyo-chan?" Sakura mumbled.

"Uh. . .Sakura, it's me Syaoran."

Upon hearing the reply, Sakura got up—shocked. "Huh? What? Oh, hey Syaoran-kun! What brings you here?"

Again with the 'Syaoran-kun'!

"Just dropped by to see if you're okay."

"Of course, I'm okay. What made you say that?"

Syaoran wondered. "Tomoyo said you're sick."

Sick? Great, Tomoyo set me up!

"Yeah, sick of her butting in my love life." Sakura grumbled under her breath.

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. So, do you want some refreshment—some juice or water perhaps?" Sakura offered. She stood up but Syaoran grabbed her arm.

"No, thanks. Uh, Sakura?"

"Yes?"

"I. . .I-"

Ring! Ring!

"Oh, excuse me, Syaoran-kun—I have to get that. Hello? You've reached "Your lovely moments, we plan" wedding service. How can I help you?"

Syaoran watched Sakura as she talked at the person on the opposite line. The cute way her lips moved as she talked, the funny way she twirled the cord of the phone as she listened (barely) at the person—made his stomach tighten. Syaoran reached for his stomach as he stroked it gently. Am I having a weird case of stomach-ache? He thought as he stared at Sakura's petite facial cast. Maybe it's something I ate. He concluded.

"Or maybe it was because of someone you're staring at." A voice inside him said.

Syaoran blushed upon hearing those words. He couldn't be in love with Sakura—that would be the least he would do remember? He swore to her that he would never ever fall for her—it'll be something so impossible, so unreal. A fantasy that never would become a reality and besides a promise was a promise. . .

Sakura put down the phone. "So, Syaoran-kun, what is it you're going to tell me?"

"Uhmm. . .I just wanna wish you good luck for the wedding later."

"What? The one at seven o' clock? Why? You're going to be there right?"

"Yeah, I'll be there—I'm your photographer remember?"

"Oh, yeah, I knew that."

Silence filled the shop—a very awkward silence. Only the honking of the cars down the street was the only sound prominent. Sakura and Syaoran felt uneasy as they waited for the silence to be broken. It was the first time they were left alone with neither of them speaking.

Sakura broke the silence. "Uhmm. . .Syaoran-kun?"

"Yeah?"

"Uhmm. . .nothing—forget about it. So, aren't you going—so that you can prepare your tools for the wedding later?" Sakura said half-heartedly. As she hated to admit it, she doesn't want Syaoran to go—to leave her in boredom again. Sakura could hear her heart thundering inside her.

First, yesterday and now today? What's wrong with me? Why am I acting this way? Snap out of it! What's with the 'Syaoran-kun' and the niceness towards him? He would just hurt you again like he did years ago! He's a guy—guys do that! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up from your trance!

Sakura flinched and her old man-hater self returned again. For her it's called "back to normal" but for the rest of her concerned friends its "back to being a robot". . .

"What are you waiting for? I said 'leave'!" Sakura glared.

Syaoran's brows furrowed, confused. "Uh, Sakura? You said 'aren't you going'. . .Is there something wrong? Maybe I can help."

"You can help me by leaving okay? Go!" Sakura pointed at the door.

Syaoran walked by the door and turned to face Sakura with a concerned look. "Uhmm. . .I don't know why are you acting this way but. . .I just want you to know that I liked the Sakura back at first grade. . .not the Sakura yelling at me right now—I know you're not like that—you're a far better person."

The words stung Sakura but she still kept going. "I don't care! Now, leave!"

As Sakura watched Syaoran's retreating figure, she couldn't help but feel as if she's the worst person that ever stepped foot on Earth. Sakura bowed down, her hair covering her sad face and as she did so—tears came streaming from her emerald green pools. She sobbed uncontrollably as Syaoran's voice kept echoing inside her head.

"I liked the Sakura back at first grade. . .not the Sakura yelling at me right now. . ."

His sad tone made his statement worst. She felt sorry for herself—a young woman trying to push away the most valuable and most precious feeling of them all: love. Yes, love—an important feeling that would keep searching and searching for you even if you're in the farthest side of the universe. A feeling, Sakura knew, she would never out run. A feeling, she knew, that would never run out. . .

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Night time fell, enveloping the skies of Japan with darkness. Along with its darkness, it dragged millions and millions of stars along with the guidance of Mother Moon. 6:00 p.m. now—one hour before the wedding and Sakura waited patiently for Tomoyo. Up until now, she was still at that house and Sakura thought that the conversation between Tomoyo and that woman might be interesting—well, that's what she thought until the phone rang, startling her lost thoughts.

"Hello? You've reached "Your lovely moments, we plan" wedding service. Sakura Kinomoto speaking—how can I help you?"

"Sakura-chan, it's me Tomoyo."

"What? I've been waiting for you for like an hour now. Aren't you coming? The wedding's in one hour!"

"Sorry, Sakura. Apparently, the woman you just recommended me into won't stop blabbing about her future husband and her future plans."

"So? Ditch her."

"That's just the problem. We haven't talked about the wedding arrangements yet."

"What? After about four hours, all you two did was talk about her future plans?"

"Yeah, I'm really sorry."

Sakura scratched her head. "What now? Who's gonna assist me into decorating the church?

There was a long pause.

"How about Li-kun? He would be there too, right? So, why not drag him earlier to the church and ask him to help you decorate?"

"Uhmm. . .there's a tiny problem. . .we kinda had an argument a while ago."

"So? Please, Sakura-chan? For the wedding? For the shop?" Tomoyo pleaded.

"But I-"

"No time! The untalkative lady is coming—gotta hang-up! I trust everything would be okay! Good Luck!" Tomoyo hung-up.

Great! Of all the nights for these to happen! Why did I recommend that silly woman? Not only do I owe Tomoyo big time, I have to spend more than an hour with Syaoran. . .Grrr. . .I hate myself!

Sakura grabbed the phone and dialed a number that she didn't expect she would dial. . .

The other line rang three times until someone picked it up. "Hello? Syaoran Li speaking—can I help you?"

"Syaoran, I have a favor to ask you! It's an emergency!"

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Sakura and Syaoran arrived at the church at about 6:15 p.m. Sakura ran inside the church wherein all the materials for decorating were all there—flowers, white curtains, vases—everything. She took the vases, filled them with Styrofoam, and started arranging the flowers. Syaoran admired the quick way Sakura moved. By the looks of it, she was well prepared. He smiled as Sakura panicked on what to do next.

"Syaoran, could you grab that ladder?" Sakura pointed at the tall ladder on the corner.

"What are you going to do?" Syaoran asked as he walked at the direction of the ladder.

"I'm gonna hang the white curtains up that wall. Why?"

Syaoran grabbed the ladder and carried it next to Sakura. "Don't you think it'll be dangerous? I should be the one hanging them up. . .you could get hurt."

Sakura held the ladder and started climbing onto it. "Nonsense. It's no biggie. And besides, you're just here to assist me not to take over my job."

Syaoran shrugged. "Just trying to help."

Syaoran held the white curtain for Sakura to hang when she reached the highest step. She hung the other side but when it came to the other one, Sakura lost balance slightly. This should get interesting! Syaoran thought as he pulled out his camera. He targeted his camera at Sakura as she finally lost her balance.

"AAAHHH! I'M GONNA FALL!" Sakura shrieked.

Click!

A picture perfect photo. Sakura fell from the ladder and with one swift move, Syaoran caught her in his arms bridal style.

Syaoran smiled. "I told you it was dangerous."

Sakura blushed intensely upon realizing her awkward position. "I knew that."

"If I didn't catch you in time, you could have been hurt." Syaoran said, his smile widening.

Oh, gosh. . .his adorable smile. . .Huh? What am I thinking?

"Uhmm. . .you could put me down now."

"Oh, yeah." Syaoran said, putting Sakura down.

There was a long awkward pause as both of them started blushing.

"Uhmm. . .I should start decorating."

"And I should start assisting."

Sakura giggled. "You're not really much of an assist."

Syaoran's brows narrowed. "Not much of an assist? I just caught you when you fell a while ago."

"Yeah, well, that's not an assist"

"Then, what do you call it?"

"Saving my life."

"Okay, okay you win. It's called 'saving your life'. Now, aren't we going to decorate or not?"

"Okay, we will."

And time passed with the two decorating here and there. Of course, only Sakura did most of the job while Syaoran just carried stuffs that were heavy for Sakura. But for Miss Clumsiness, awkward moments were not avoided. Sakura fell from the chair, tripped on a tile, accidentally strapped her feet with curtains—yeah, well, they were not really the most graceful stunts but. . .all of them were caught on film. . .

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Sunday—another ordinary day for Sakura. The sun was still crawling up the wide blue sky as she walked down the street. She arrived at the shop earlier than usual and saw Tomoyo putting up the "open" sign. Tomoyo stared at her with shock mixed with confusion.

"Hey, aren't we so early today. You know, the early bird catches the early worm." Tomoyo greeted with a wide grin.

"Quit it Tomoyo-chan. I'm early today because my alarm clock worked for the first time."

"Oh, well, that's something we don't see nor hear everyday." Tomoyo giggled as she opened the door for Sakura. She came in and Tomoyo handed her an envelope with an inscription saying:

To: Sakura,

Hope you like these photos I will give you!

Remember: Scream for my name alright?

Thanks!

Syaoran,

"Maybe it's the photos from the wedding. . .for my approval of course." Sakura said as she opened the envelope revealing various pictures.

Tomoyo grabbed the envelope. "But what did he meant by 'scream for my name alright'?"

Sakura leafed through the photos. Instead of the pictures from the wedding, the photos were all about her. The funny thing was Sakura doesn't remember posing for him or anything.

Wait a minute. . .these photos were just taken last night. . .and they were all my clumsy accidents: the ladder incident, the chair falling incident, the one when I tripped on a tile—Oh, no! Oh, no! These were not what I think it was!

"SYAORAN!" Sakura shrieked. Yup, the same long and loud squeal that started it all. . .

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A/N: Hahaha! That was pretty funny! Poor Sakura! Anyway, review everyone! Remember: the more reviews I get, the more chapters I'll make!

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