Welcome all to the next chapter of So Not Ordinary, please do enjoy, I was inspired by the most wonderful trip to the city and an enjoyable horse ride.

Wai:

As you've probably guessed Sakura told Tomoyo ALL about her meetings with a Mr. Syaoran Li. She ended up going on and on about it for an hour until Tomoyo finally told her to stop obsessing and get him out of her mind.

Not that it was possible at the current time. She ushered Tomoyo out and slammed the door in frustration. 'Did he have to be everywhere she went? Was he following her on purpose, to annoy her to hell and back?

Suddenly a loud beep pierced her ears. Message machine. –"Look Sakura-" It was Tomoyo. –"So what if he's going to be there? You can just avoid him like the plague. I'm pretty sure Syaoran Li has things to do, he wouldn't waste business-party time to annoy some girl for amusement.

He barely knows you and you shouldn't care what he thinks of you or does to you. We've got down that he's a jerk so stop messing with him."- The light in Sakura's eyes was very noticeable even from a distance.

She fell back into a chair and closed her eyes with a little smile. She had worse problems then Syaoran to deal with anyway. Pretend it never happened, you would most likely never meet him again.

With a deep breath to assure herself she jumped up to find her keys and raced out of the door of her apartment and down the winding steps. It was a nice day, warm air, trees and flowers blowing in the wind and-Crowds of people?

Sakura looked over at the huge crowds surrounding central park with wide eyes. 'What in the world is going on?' She asked herself with wide eyes. Taxi cars were everywhere and loud voices yelling over one another.

That's when she noticed it. The orange. For every five feet there were two orange poles with a large orange curtain attached. The 17 miles of park was filled with orange curtains. With an awed expression her legs brought her across the main street to the gates of Central Park.

Horse and Carriages were pulling up and pretzel stands and magazine racks were filled with customers. Her hair whipped in the wind as she walked under the curtains, reaching her hands up to touch them. She was too short. A smile was displayed on her face, as she smelled horses.

She might as well take a ride after all she was already there and horse rides were fun. A man with a green winter hat steered his horse in her direction and smiled. For some strange reason he wore sunglasses but her smile reflected all the same. She stepped into the carriage and pulled the large blue blanket on the seat in front of her over her legs.

How freezing it was. The odd man pulled on the reigns on the horse and glanced back at her. "Enjoying the Home Depot curtains?" He asked with a gentle smile. Sakura couldn't help herself from letting out a belly laugh. "No, not really. They almost scare me in a "what-the-hell-was-wrong-with-the-people-who-designed-this?" sort of way."

A swallow. "I like the way you put it, though. Home Depot curtains." He nodded back to her reply. "But the guy's a freakin' genius. I mean look around you. How many people are just to see these?"

Her green eyes darted around. He was right, there were tons of people there. "Definitely agreed. I guess it makes the park more vibrant, I mean the city's awfully dull. The idea in general still sounds hysterically weird to me."

The man chuckled. "Next thing you know they'll be making the same kind of orange washing machines and dish washers." Sakura looked up at him with a grin. 'Wow. He's pretty funny for a horse and carriage rider and all.'

Her eyes twinkled with curiosity. Who was this guy? "I think I've seen those in Sears once. Blech, never seen anything more disgusting." This time his eyes did something weird and he smiled. Her stomach flipped over.

He smiled beautifully.

(Don't worry Sakura doesn't fall for the wrong guy. :Wink:)

"How dare you say that? I'm going to have to shoot you for going against the genius' design." She would have slapped him playfully if she had known him better. How did he know just what to say?

He spoke fluidly without a crack. She was always nervous with new people but kind anyway. Tomoyo once said she was a people person, Eriol tried to agree but got slapped. As the ride cam to a stop Sakura frowned.

She'd probably never see him again. 'Get his name!' Her mind kept demanding. So she asked before she stepped out onto the street. The man's smile showed his teeth. "It's Daisuke." Came the reply. The voice was somehow familiar. As she walked over to the sidewalk thoughts flittered in her mind.

How much like a fantasy it was. Some Prince Charming she'd met there and on such odd coincidences. But she liked the idea. Daisuke. Lost in her own little world she tripped over the curb and toppled to the ground. She heard a distant laugh and looked up. Daisuke. "Are you alright there?"

He asked warmly. "Y-yes." Pause. "And I'm Sakura." He held out his tanned hand and she took it. "Thank you for the ride." She said sweetly and jogged off to her apartment. Back again. Each time her feet hit the ground she felt heavier.

Sleep. That was it, she hadn't slept for very long because Tomoyo had showed up. Damn. Breaths huffed out of her mouth as she stepped one by one up the blue stairs. Voices could be heard, arguing from where she stood, bent over. 'What?'

She thought. 'Is that Mr. Ueda again?' She scratched her head from behind thoughtfully. The voices were coming from her apartment.

Eriol and Tomoyo. Sakura rolled her eyes. Could her two best friends never stop arguing? She leant her ear against the door to eavesdrop. The conversation went something like this.

Tomoyo: Don't you ever think of hitting on Sakura, you hear me Hirigaziwa

Eriol: Why do you keep supposing I'm in love with her?

Tomoyo: It's so obvious you want to get her in bed and then hurt her.

Eriol: Where are these assumptions coming from?

Tomoyo: Just back off okay?

Eriol: You've been having these conversations with me since day one. What is it you want?

Tomoyo: What with the questions?

Eriol: You started it Daidouji. Wait a minute you want-me?

:Loud snickering:

Tomoyo: What the hell is wrong with you? I swear you get more insane every day.

Eriol: So you like girls then? Oh.

Tomoyo: Where the hell did you get that?

Eriol: Well if you don't have strange feelings for me you must be a lesbian.

:A snort from Tomoyo:

Tomoyo: You wish, homo.

Eriol: Would you stop with the five year old insults? You're getting pathetic.

Tomoyo: J-just die! Stupid Hirigaziwa.

Eriol: Want some MM's?

:A loud banging noise:

Eriol: Ow.

At this part Tomoyo had thrown a vase at Eriol's head and was heading for the door only to knock over Sakura. "What are you doing Sakura?"

She gave Tomoyo her best innocent smile. It was worth a shot. And somewhere in the middle of central park a man with a green winter hat and sunglasses smiled.

His hands pulled the hat over his head to reveal messy chestnut hair, sunglasses off to show dark amber eyes. You guessed it. Syaoran Li. "Daisuke, heh I like it actually. It has a nice ring to it." He laughed heartily.

"Oh this will be payback for stepping on my foot dear Kinomoto."

The orange curtains were actually in Central Park. My aunt works near there and one of her co workers (A couple.) decided to put orange curtains all around central park. 17 thousand miles. Our horse-driver guy called them Home Depot curtains. Quite a good name. I decided to make it CCS style. -Ms. Rain