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Avenue Q Reference! Not mine!

Ehehe. Short chapter again. SORRY! TT

There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.

There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;
And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."
I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,
But there's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.

And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity, I've got to close the door
And walk away...
Oh...

The Night Out

Eriol sat comfortably behind the pastry counter, quietly shoving his face full.

A woman suddenly gripped his wrist, eyelashes fluttering dangerously, "That's coming out of your paycheck, greenhorn."

He turned to see who was speaking since it couldn't be recognized as Caralyn's voice. The girl or rather woman had long dress pants, black with white stripes, suspenders clipped and hanging.

She wore flat green and brown shoes, checkered to be less mundane and a white dress shirt with a green tank top thrown over it. Her hair was dyed a lime green and stuck out in a ponytail on the side of her head, contrasting with her horn-rimmed glasses.

She wore dangling frog earrings and a black cap. To put it quite frankly, she was eccentric.

Eriol smiled devilishly at the odd-looking woman.

She gave him a uniquely pleased look in return. "The name's Andy but I'd prefer it if you'd call me Cordelia or Cordy."

He cocked a brow and inquired, "Oh? Eriol here. 23, 5'8" and totally single." At this time he winked deviously. "I excel in both English and Ethnology and am prepared to call you Ms. or Boss Cordy. Now tell me more about yourself, it's caught my interest."

The green-haired author surveyed him coolly, taking in his outgoing personality and stepping back a bit. "Cordy. 21. 5'6" and…" Cordelia quirked a smile, "completely taken. My good points are sketching, badminton, English (writing and all that jazz) and psychology or so my college professors say."

"I wish I could go back to college." He held out a hand, "Well? What do you say?"

She laughed and took his hand gently, turning to Caralyn. "Where did you find this one, Cara? He's a riot." Cordy then whipped back around and gave him a curt nod. "Welcome to the business, feel free to eat more pastries." She waved a hand. "God knows we need the money."

"You don't believe in god." Caralyn called, amused, from alphabetizing some books.

Boss Cordelia just smirked and bird-shrugged. Her hands were shoved in her pockets. "Oh well then, shouldn't matter I took his name in vain."

Eriol felt just where he belonged.

(oOo)

Avenue Q was just the Broadway show to see. Sakura found her face in Daisuke's shoulder blade she was laughing so hard 90 of the time. The actors and actresses were so wonderfully talented.

And he couldn't help but think she looked beautiful giggling under the fluorescent lights like that, with her rosy cheeks and honey-colored hair. Syaoran felt almost comfortable sitting next to her in the dark and viewing the hilarious act.

There was something about sitting there like that that made him feel he could see himself doing this in the future. Which was a really scary thought for the businessman.

Sakura smiled to herself, glancing over at Daisuke, his eyes were…well, somewhere, she couldn't tell with those goddamn sunglasses he always wore. She wondered what color eyes he had. They must have been some vibrant, beautiful brown to match his skin. Or maybe a deep ocean blue. It didn't really matter. His personality was the best part.

Funny and sweet and kind. Helping her on the carriage and chatting with her about things she never spoke about with anyone else. He was every admirable and smart, she guessed. Maybe he went to school in Manhattan and was studying to become an author or an archeologist. Like her father.

If this little thing they had together ever lasted and bloomed into something wonderful, she could definitely take him home. Her father loved anyone she brought home generally and this time she was sure Touya wouldn't make a fuss because Daisuke was cool and intelligent.

If a bit poor in his social skills. But it was the same with Sakura. Always helping out others instead of herself. Well, that's what Tomoyo seemed to say all of the time, at least. Whatever.

It was a while before Sakura realized that the show had ended, she was too caught up in her own thoughts. "Daisuke" nudged her with his elbow and she immediately snapped to attention, smiling crookedly at him and gathering her things.

She had had a wonderful time even if they hadn't talked all that much. Perhaps he would ask her to go out again even if just as friends as she wasn't sure she had been such great company to the comedy.

Syaoran meanwhile was quite bemused the walk to Sakura, Tomoyo and Eriol's apartment building. He kept replaying images of her laughing into his shoulder and how warm it had felt. It was really weird.

Ms. Kinomoto stepped up the stairs almost dizzily to her apartment door. Syaoran smiled at her as she reached for the door handle. "Well, goodnight Sakura." He leaned in and pecked her on the lips without even realizing he was doing so.

A tingling feeling spread throughout his entire body. His amber eyes stared through his sunglasses down at the kindhearted girl. All he could do now was run. And so he did.

Sakura almost collapsed the way up the stare she was in such a tizzy. The kiss, her first, had been amazing. She couldn't wait to bound up the steps and gush about it to her best friend. Tomoyo, of course would be interested.

(oOo)

The two women sat on the new, large, green couch in front of the T.V., stuffing their faces with buttered popcorn and skittles while watching a romantic comedy: some movie about two attorneys who fall in love.

Albeit Tomoyo was enjoying it, Sakura was a little uncomfortable with the whole scenario the movie portrayed. After all, it reflected her relationship with the hot Syaoran Li a lot. Except he wasn't as…seductive, well, he didn't really try to be seductive at least.

She shook her head and grinned toothily at Tomoyo who had tilted her head and Sakura's spacing out. Just think about Daisuke…

Wonderful Daisuke.

But for some reason whenever she saw his face it reminded her of that stupid Li guy. She had to stop this. It was like…like cheating on Daisuke or something. And that was not something Sakura ever wanted to do.

Her heart beat rapidly. She had to figure a few things out.

Syaoran, ironically, did too.

I hope you enjoyed the "night out" chapitre. Kind of interesting, kinda not. My guess is, the worst one yet. ..

The reason I went into a how description fo Cordy is not because she becomes Eriol's girlfriend or anything. She's just very important to the plot line as later on she schemes with him and they become great friends and stuff.

You'll see. Don't worry.

Please leave me a review, I always enjoy reading those lovely works of art. I'll remember you just forever if you do. I can't believe how many reviews SNO has gotten already. It's amazing and flattering.

Miss Rain