A/N: This is NOT a rich school/middle class school division problem no matter HOW much it hints at that in this chapter.

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August 5, 2006

Chapter Two

Unspoken Understanding

With just a look they shook
And heavens bowed before him.
Simply a look can break your heart.

-Miss Murder, AFI

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I stared at myself in apprehension, wondering if this was actually me. The face that looked back at me was vibrant and alive–cheeks flushed and a glow surrounding them. But, there was no denying those cloudy green eyes. It was me.

Smiling to myself, I turned away from the mirror and brushed a lock of hair back, taking a deep breath.

"You look like a babe!" a shout interrupted me, and Tomoyo beamed from behind me.

"And I have you to thank for it," I answered knowingly; that was what she expected. But she had done a good job in the gold metallic halter I was wearing, and the black pants combined with strappy heels.

"You know it," she quipped. Then her face turned sulky, "How did you get from having no love life to having an amazingone?"

"Well, you know, it's in my wonderful personality and stunning looks," I said, trying to flip my hair in a haughty way. Key word: trying. Tomoyo rolled her eyes and scoffed at this.

"Speaking of which, I still don't really know how he got interested in you in the first place, and then you hooked up at Mei Lin's party all of a sudden. But, all that matters is that now you have this hunk of a guy, who's taking you out to an expensive restaurant!" she brightened considerably, "Remind me to make Eriol do that,"

"Oh man," I grumbled, having no doubt she would do just that. "Well then let me tell him yousaid that and then see what he sa–"

Ding, dong.

I froze.

"No, I'm not answering the door for you, not anymore. Suck it up," Tomoyo rolled her eyes, grabbing my arm and dragging me downstairs. I was still in a state of numbness when I saw my dad almost to the door.

"I hope he's worth it Sakura. And invite him to dinner sometime," He said without looking up from his newspaper, walking off. I flushed. But, there were other more important matters to get to. Swallowing, I slowly opened the door.

The world melted away around me.

I drank in the sight of Syaoran standing on my porch. He was holding a pink rose in his hand, and was dressed in khaki pants and a black dress shirt, unbuttoned a little at the top. Trying to force my voice into some semblance of normalcy, I greeted, grinning nervously,

"Hi."

Syaoran smiled slightly at me.

"You look beautiful," He offered the rose. I took it, and with surprise I realized that the thorns had been carefully stripped off. I set it gently into the vase on the table beside the door, which already had an assortment of yellow flowers in it.

"Thanks." He looked good too. "You look beautiful too," Syaoran blinked at me in surprise, before humor invaded his eyes.

"I-I mean, you look really hot! Wait, you look dashing. Er, no, I mean," I stopped and wanted to thrash myself. Grudgingly I muttered, "You can stop now,"

"Sakura, did you just call your date 'beautiful'?" Tomoyo exclaimed from behind me, and with a start I realized that she was there all along. "Sakura, you don't do that," she said in an aghast tone.

My face and neck red, and mood completely shattered, I glared, humiliated, as Syaoran laughed even harder, and then turned that glare to Tomoyo. She shrunk away, and then muttered,

"I guess you better be going now," and proceeded to push me out next to a Syaoran who was now trying vainly to muffle his laughter, then shutting the door in my face. Scowling at the door momentarily, I crossed my arms and turned to Syaoran. Then I gave him a good whack on the head.

"Stop it!"

Surprisingly, he stopped, then gazed at me wide-eyed.

"Did you just hit me? On the head?" he asked in an astonished tone, and then deciding for himself that I had, he launched into another fit of laughter. I sighed and stared at the sky moodily, deciding to wait it out.

Eventually he did stop, and grinned at me as if sharing a private joke. When he caught sight of my expression though, it faded. He tentatively tried speaking, but quickly stopped when I ignored him. Reaching over, he wrapped an arm around me and when I didn't move, he blew gently in my ear. I shivered and he hugged me closer.

"I'm sorry, don't take it in a bad way. I haven't laughed like that in, well, I long time," his voice lowered, "Since I was a kid, actually. It's great you can do that,"

I tried to remain rigid, but already my anger was melting. I sighed and then nodded, turning to look at Syaoran.

"Well, at least I know a flaw of yours now," I muttered.

His face broke into a slow smile.

"Yeah, and I know one of yours too. I can help you get rid of your...slips of the tongue," he teased.

"Be quiet," I added with a grumble for good measure, pettily wanting to get a last shred of guilt out of him, and in the meantime ignore the way his smile made my toes curl. But he merely stared at me and suddenly, mischievously, stepped away.

"As you wish," I only saw a flash of his eyes before he bowed, holding out a hand. Speechless and anger completely abandoned, it took me a few seconds to get my bearings, and when I did he was still there with a smirk. I took his hand.

"Of course. Lead the way,"

He grinned broadly and drew me down the steps.

"I knew there was something great about you,"

"Stop it. I'm supposed to keep you in line, remember?" then suddenly I looked around in confusion. "Where's the car?"

"We're going to walk," he replied with a straight face.

"What?" my eyes flew to him. "But it's far away isn't it? And I can't walk with these," I gestured to my heels.

"You can, trust me," and he started pulling me along, all the way down the driveway and then along the sidewalk. I stumbled.

"W-wait! You can't just go and not tell me stuff...relationships are supposed to be two ways!" I protested in what was a feeble defense. If anything, it made his smile widen.

"Yes it is, but I thought we could use this time to talk,"

I thought for a moment.

"What's your favorite color then?"

"Green," he answered. Startled, I stared at him. He stared back at me for a moment until he finally realized, and a faint blush rose to his cheeks. "No, I didn't say that because your eyes are green..."

I looked away sheepishly.

"Anyway," I coughed, "Where do you go to school? I know I haven't seen you around in Tomoeda High,"

He hesitated, and something strange went through his eyes for a moment, but it passed and he shrugged.

"I don't go there, I go to Westfield,"

"Westfield...?" I echoed in surprise. I watched the ground pass by for a moment in shock. Still, "You go there?" I repeated, fainter. No matter how much I told myself though, a feeling was forming inside me...my stomach felt like it was sinking.

"Hey," a joking voice interrupted me, and a large, lean hand took mine. I looked up to see his hazel eyes studying me, "For what it's worth, I don't really care,"

I smiled hesitantly. He went to the upper crust private school, and I was just in the middle-class public school. Everyone knew the two didn't usually mix–I had to wonder.

"You mean it?" then I shook myself when I heard my hesitant voice, "I mean, it doesn't really matter to me if you do care, but, if you're lying I'm going to have to throw you on the side of the road." I stopped myself.

"I'm here with you," he said firmly, and I looked up to hazel eyes, "It doesn't matter, because you're just like everyone else and money's just..." a flicker of uncertainty entered his gaze.

I held his hand tighter.

I waited for him to continue, but when I looked up after several moments of silence his eyes were distant and far away. He wasn't going to tell me. What was he going to say? Money was just what? He saw me when I was talking, he knew that I didn't feel good enough for him. He wanted to reassure me, that I was just like him and everyone else...

That he was just like me and everyone else. A flash of understanding jolted through me.

I hoped I was right.

"I don't know about you, but money's just, uh, stuff isn't it?" I laughed sheepishly. "It can give you a comfortable life but it can't give you anything else. I heard someone say before that things like money are a necessity to live, but it isn't what we live for, you know? And, I don't really know, but I wouldn't want people to just like me for my money. It would make me feel different, and separated," and even though everything in me protested, I held his gaze steadily with my own. We stayed like that for a few seconds, and so many things were strewn around in his eyes that I didn't even know where to start. Abruptly, he looked away from me and let go of my hand, shoving them deep into his pockets.

I shrugged it off. He needed space to think about it. We walked in silence for a while, and after a few minutes he glanced sideways at me. I smiled up at him. He looked away again, as if pained, and I wrinkled my forehead in confusion. But then he started to speed his pace up, his strides becoming longer, and soon I was struggling to catch him.

"S-Syaoran! Wait! I can't keep up with you," I panted, grabbing his sleeve. He stilled, but gave no indication that he heard me. With a start I realized that his fists were clenched, and his eyes flashed with...amber?

I dropped his sleeve in shock.

"Syaoran?" I asked. His knuckles became even whiter and despite myself I reached a hand out to them, but he jammed his hands into his pockets before I could. Then his voice came out, soft and different. Cold.

"You wouldn't understand. Sorry."

Confused, I could only peer up at him. What was wrong with him? But he started walking again, continuing at his previous pace, long even strides steady. His eyes were unreadable, and amber. My throat felt dry. My feet remained rooted to the sidewalk. This was the first time I had encountered him like this, and he was just walking away.

I pitifully wondered what I did wrong, when out of nowhere anger rose inside of me, hot and simmering. It was fueled by the hurt I felt, but it felt safer than what I was feeling before. Blinking away the burning in my eyes, I forced myself to straighten. I could still see Syaoran on the sidewalk, walking stiffly into the distance, and I shakily raced after him.

When I finally reached him, I grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him around to face me. I didn't say anything for a moment. But when he started turning around again, anger flooded back to me and suddenly I knew exactly what to say.

"What are you doing?" he looked at me with those horrible emotionless amber eyes. "You're the one who said it didn't matter I went to Tomoeda and you went to Westfield...but it does, doesn't it? I was just trying to see what you felt like and tell you I didn't care either, but then you go off and act like a jerk. You have more drastic mood swings than a girl! I thought this was supposed to be our first date but you don't even explain to me why you're upset? If you at least did that, I would've accepted it and never done whatever I did again." Nauseated, she shoved him back, "God, I really don't know you, do I," I ignored the slight twinge guilt and longing at the emotion finally appearing in his eyes. I turned around and stalked off, not caring that I didn't know where I was going or that my feet were throbbing from my jog. All I cared about was getting away from him.

"Sakura!"

I ignored him. Confronting him had given me a new liberty somehow.

Stubbornly, I walked faster. Rapid footsteps thudded behind me and he was running. If I went any faster my ankle would crumple and I'd be like the girls in the novels. It wasn't going to happen. Leaning down I shoved out of my heels and took off running, cradling them in my arms.

I ducked into a small side street and called hoarsely behind me,

"Go home!" But when he rounded the corner I realized my foolishness. I just wanted to go to my home and forget all about him, curl up on my bed and hug my stuffed animals, drowning my sorrows away with Hershey chocolate. Was that too much to ask? I hissed under my breath and flew into what I thought was a small, discreet street. Narrow brick walls closed in on me and the smell of putrid garbage wafted into my nose. It was an alley.

Not giving myself time to think about it, I headed to the back and dove into some empty cardboard boxes where I huddled, trying to calm my ragged breathing.

"Sakura?" an uncertain voice carried. I didn't dare move. "Can you come out?"

I bit my lip.

"I know I was an idiot," he paused. "I know you're here too,"

You got that right, both of them.

"It's just that nobody's ever told me any of that before, except for my best friend and my cousin, and even they didn't put it like that. I was really surprised. Actually, that's an understatement. I didn't know what to do, and," he took a deep breath, "That's how I react to...things like that. That's how I was–I mean, how I grew up."

I received the piece of information with some surprise. I would hate to see what his other dysfunctional family members were like. Unwillingly, slight sympathy crept in. But I knew there were still things he wasn't telling me, and that only made resentment take its place again.

Silence.

I sighed, moving to get up, when his footsteps came closer and his voice echoed again, loud and frustrated.

"Sakura, I mean it. Just give me a chance." He almost growled. "I make a lot of mistakes, I know that. But I think you knew that too when you got into this with me, so–dammit, you have to help me,"

My breath caught.

Sighing at my weak self and knowing he heard, I knocked over the boxes and stood up, stretching the painful cramps in my legs.

And then hands were on my arms, anxious hazel eyes peering at me. The amber was gone.

"Sakura," he didn't say anything else, only tried reading my eyes. Confused, I wondered why he wasn't making a move, but I noticed he was almost...hovering. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to ask, but he chose that moment to pull me in a loose hug. I shut my mouth and stayed stiff, and he hastily pulled back, glints of amber pain appearing.

"Oh..." I breathed.

Suddenly, I didn't care that he hadn't told me everything. That was his choice. And I knew that I couldn't shout at him like I planned to when I stepped out of those boxes.

It was my turn to reassure him.

My mouth curved into a smile and I threw my arms around him.

"Of course I forgive you, idiot."

His arms tightened around me.

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I'm always alone, drifting.

People surround me.

Still, you will help me.

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"Oh god, I think my stomach's going to explode," I groaned, clutching the appendage as we walked out of the fancy restaurant decked with red carpets, glass doors and classic lights. "That was the best steak I've ever had,"

"How can you eat so much?" Syaoran asked from beside me, easy tone back. I chose not to dwell on it and narrowed my eyes at him instead.

"Are you saying I'm fat? I ate less than you!"

He snorted.

"Barely. And I'm a man, so it's natural. Now you, that's not," he smirked lightly.

"Sexist," I accused. "You're not a man either. You're sixteen, or seventeen...that hardly qualifies as one. And you didn't answer my question, I'm not fat!" he avoided my hand coming to push him.

"Seventeen," he informed, "And I might not be old enough, but I'm definitely man enough to be a man,"

I eyed him flatly.

"That made no sense. AND, I'm not fat,"

Syaoran placed an arm around me, his hand pressed against the small of my back and guiding me down the sidewalk of the almost deserted road. He leaned down to me, breath ghosting my ear,

"I don't see why you care so much,"

"Because all girls do," I shifted uneasily away from him. But he only leaned back.

"Even you?"

"Even m–what's that supposed to mean?" I said, affronted.

He started laughing, finally pulling away from his fascination with blowing my ear.

"It means," his eyes looking at me with something serious but playful, "You're beautiful. I wouldn't care if you were fat,"

That warmed my heart, I admitted, but the way he quickly turned back to his normal ways still sort of disturbed me.

"So...? I'm not large?"

He laughed again.

"Large? That word reminds me of a pregnant woman asking about her stomach. What happened to the blushing girl? I remember that day at the beach you were stumbling and blushing all over the place,"

I blushed and then tried to cover it with my hair, but he caught me anyway.

"I guess it hasn't totally gone away,"

"Well, you were different before too. What happened to the not-so-cocky, modest, nice, not as forward guy at the beach?"

"Ouch," he frowned. "It's in here somewhere,"

"Yeah, I know it is," I agreed, "I just know you better now," I smiled innocently when he swung a startled look at me, but then shrieked in surprise as he tackled me to the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut but didn't feel any pain, only soft sand. My eyes flew open and I looked up to Syaoran's grinning hazel eyes above me.

"We're at the beach?" I questioned softly. He nodded.

"Not the same beach though. This is the small one where no one goes to that much,"

"Oh, I know. I like coming here," I shifted, but he pinned me down. "What are you doing? I want to see how it looks,"

"You can see this anytime, but right now you're with me," his eyes shimmered for a moment. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me.

"Syaoran, there's never not a time to see something like this," I pushed against his chest, which elicited emotions I didn't want to discuss, but before I could blush on it he finally relented, picking himself up.

"But we've both seen this lots of times before,"

"But it's never the same each time," I told him, and then removed my heels, thinking that Tomoyo would be furious. I walked until the waves lapped at my feet, and sighed, taking in the fresh air and the endless dark abyss of water that stretched out. There was only half a moon, but the stars were visible for once. Syaoran moved to stand beside me, and he gazed out at the water just as I did. Then, quietly, he murmured,

"You're right. I'm with you now,"

And that made me feel better than anything he said before.

I turned to smile at him and he captured my lips.

Our second kiss was very different from our first...it was sweet and tender and slow, a gradual burning fire slowly bringing me to sweet fulfillment.

After a few minutes, or ten, I didn't know, he reluctantly pulled away, his breathing uneven. I blinked my glazed eyes open.

I brushed a hand over his forehead and his messy chocolate hair. One of his hands caught mine and he answered my unspoken question.

"My eyes turn colors sometimes,"

"They...were like that–"

"Before, I know," his eyes were darkening again as he stared at my swollen lips, and his grip on my neck tightened, bringing me closer.

"What really happened before?" the question tumbled from my lips before I could stop it. Syaoran halted and pulled back slightly, disappointment evident. "I mean, I don't think you were telling me everything,"

"Please don't ask me that yet...I can't give you an answer right now. I just want to enjoy this,"

We studied each other for a while.

"Alright," I gave in. "You'll tell me sometime though, right?"

A faint smile was on his lips, and for a second I thought it was sad, but I looked again and realized that I must've been going blind.

"Of course."

He untangled our fingers and then plopped down on the sand.

"Well since you ruined my kiss I think you owe me," he muttered. "So, I'm going to ask you stuff."

"My favorite animals are cats," I offered, joining him, sitting down and wriggling my bare toes. "You?"

"Wolves," he said automatically. "My Chinese name means 'little wolf,'"

"You're Chinese?" I looked at him in surprise. "You speak Japanese so well," He shrugged, but I was already excited. "So what's your Chinese name?"

He eyed me ruefully for a moment.

"Xiao Lang," he finally answered.

"That's so cool!" I grinned and imitated him. He stared at me in surprise when it didn't come out a garbled word. "I know Mandarin...my dad used to have to go there for business trips sometimes and I'd make him teach me,"

"You only have a little accent," Syaoran said, impressed. I smiled.

"I surprised you?"

He shook his head with almost-blush.

"Don't be so shocked,"

"Were you born in China then?"

"Hong Kong,"

"I was born in Kyoto. We moved here when I was four,"

"How interesting."

I glared at him.

"Are you mocking me?"

"No!" he held up his hands jokingly. "So, what's your favorite flavor?"

"Strawberry. Definitely strawberry. You?"

"Chocolate. Favorite subject?"

"Music and Phys Ed. I hate math," I shuddered. Syaoran chuckled.

"My favorite subject's math," I wrinkled my nose at him.

"How can you possibly like it?"

"I don't know...I just do,"

For a few minutes we traded questions, and in the end I found out that his blood type was O (although how that was useful I didn't know), he had four older sisters (and I thought Touya was bad), liked swimming, couldn't skate or ski for beans, knew martial arts, and when he was small liked playing dress-up. That last one I never intended to let go.

"So how's your friend?" Syaoran asked.

"What? Who?" I said, confused.

"The one with the brown hair. We practically ditched him for the rest of Mei Lin's party," he snickered. "Was he mad?"

I shifted uneasily.

"You mean Luke. No...not really," now that I thought about it he had been unusually blank. I grimaced.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you think I'm neglecting Luke?" I asked, disturbed, as the thought occurred to me. Syaoran's eyes snapped to my face.

"I don't think so," he replied in a flat voice. My eyebrows rose at his tone.

"But I haven't seen him in three years and I left him like you said, but we can see each other anytime,"

Something flashed through his eyes at that, but then it disappeared and he shrugged,

"I don't know,"

Finally, I gave him a slightly annoyed glance,

"Why don't you like him? He's not my boyfriend, because I think that spot's already taken," I said sarcastically. Too late, I shut my horrified mouth and stared with wide eyes at Syaoran. But his own had brightened and they gleamed wickedly at the sight of me. Yet he said nothing.

"I mean, I mean," I panicked, "Well, you know, we don't have to be, you probably like me but, you know, that doesn't mean–"

Syaoran touched my arm, silencing me.

"Sakura," he began with a quiet and serious look, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked, sparing me the task of doing so. His hazel eyes peered into mine and that feeling flamed inside me again.

I nodded.

Oh, yes. I could definitely get used to this.

His mouth was hovering above mine now, and I tilted my head up, eyes falling closed of their own accord.

"Xiao Lang?" a haughty voice interrupted, and I leaped away from Syaoran in shock and embarrassment. Syaoran made an annoyed sound and lowered his face to mine again, but I shook my head and shoved him away. He gave me a wounded look but I said, loud enough so that only he could hear,

"Um, maybe we should do this later. I, uh, well, really want to continue but..." I trailed off, but Syaoran nodded in understanding. "What's she doing here late at night, in the deserted beach anyway?"

He sighed.

"Somehow, nothing that girl does surprises me anymore. And...you better give me a good kiss," he gave me a sly smile before turning slightly, the voice having come from behind him.

"What do you want Mei Lin?" Flatly.

Shaking myself of the rather embarrassing fantasies that last comment had stirred up, I shifted a bit and looked over his shoulder. A beautiful girl was standing illuminated the moonlight, glaring at Syaoran fiercely and arm hooked though an arm belonging to a tall, black-haired, blue-eyed guy. She had the oddest eyes I'd ever seen–they were a dark mahogany color, and looked more red than brown. Her long oriental hair was tied into two buns, and, unbidden, an image of a plate of meatballs came to my mind, but biting my lip I forced myself to abandon the thought.

She met my eyes and I held her gaze steadily. She blinked.

"So you're the girl?" she questioned, "Well I hope you're not a complete air head or I'll get you away from Xiao Lang, you can count on that," she said dryly and directly. I looked at her in surprise, but to be very honest she didn't intimidate me. The guy beside her snorted and she elbowed him.

"You're Syaoran's cousin?"

"Yes, much to my misfortune." she rolled her eyes, which elicited an indignant 'hey' from said person. "You came to my party?"

"Yeah. Eriol knows you I think, but we've never met," Mei Lin raised her eyebrows, startled, but then a smirk graced her face.

"Small world. He's mentioned you. We have to get together sometime..."

"Mei Lin, what are you doing here?" Syaoran cut in with an annoyed scowl. "And who's he?" he nodded at the blue-eyed man.

"Akira Yamato," the man spoke. "Mei Lin told me about you," Mei Lin beamed at him and patted his arm fondly,

"Yes, we met at the party, and now we're out on a date,"

"Weird." Syaoran mumbled under his breath and got up, offering an arm to me. He pulled me up and then turned back to Akira. "If you hurt her, try sleeping with her or in any way do something to her I don't like I will come after you," he said without blinking. I stifled a giggle.

"Hey, watch it!" Mei Lin scowled, but Akira only laughed.

"Calm down, you have nothing to worry about. And if I did do something I don't doubt you'll know," he ended dryly.

"Syaoran...are you sure about this?" Mei Lin abruptly asked, almost cutting Akira off. She gazed at Syaoran with an odd expression.

Syaoran remained silent. From behind him I couldn't see his facial expression, but when he spoke, it was firm.

"I'm very sure."

Surprise registered on her face. I definitely knew then I still had a long ways to go to win her over. The things I went through for this guy.

"Alright then, that's your choice. Everyone seems to like her so much, Eriol included, but I think I can make my own opinion, yeah?" she shrugged.

"Let's go," Syaoran said to me, and shot another annoyed glance at her as I followed him.

"Bye cousin!" Mei Lin's voice chirped after us and Syaoran glared at the ground.

"She's so annoying. Pretty much ruined the mood didn't she?" he grumbled to me once we were off the beach and out of earshot.

"Yeah," I shrugged. It wasn't such a big deal.

"Our date was going perfectly fine, even with you hiding in an alley before, and she went and ruined it with 'Akira'. I bet he's a no good piece of trash anyway," he muttered. He continued mumbling to himself, and suddenly his grumpy face was just too much.

I laughed.

"Sakura!" he exclaimed as he saw me, but after a moment he sighed. "I guess I was acting sort of dumb,"

"Hehe, yeah," I couldn't help it.

"Did you like it?" Syaoran asked quietly.

"Yeah, I did, I don't even care about the earlier...uh, alley event. Weirdest date ever," I snorted, but then smirked. "In a good way though, don't worry."

Syaoran brought an arm around my waist and smiled down at me.

"Me too," then he grumbled, eyes half-lidded, "Pfft. Don't worry, you have no hope of getting fat anytime soon,"

-

Baby seems like everywhere I go
I see you, from your eyes, your smile
It's like I breathe you, helplessly I reminisce
Don't want to compare nobody to you.

-Deja Vu, Beyonce

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A/N: Much to my agony at writing this, it's finally out. Ack, I was so stuck on this chapter. When I finally got off of my lazy bum to write it, it was like slow torture. I wrote a quarter of it out of guilt and then suddenly I got this wave of inspiration and I just typed it all out yesterday and the day before! Whew! But, I'm not made to write romance novels. I admit that now. I always think I am, because so far I have attempted to do all of my stories in that genre, but my mind just blanks. Hope it didn't show.

So, I hope this was sort of as good as the first chapter? Yes, no? Maybe so? Ok, ok, don't throw tomatoes at me for my idiot cheesiness!

Moonlight The Legendary Star: Good point...but I like his eyes better now, doncha think? -grin- Changing colors, I think I'll just faint. Too bad eyes don't really exist like that (at least I don't think...) And your idea, I might use a little of it, not all of it, but it depends. If I do though, it will be a while away, since I've concocted something of my own. So thanks! Keep R&R!

XoXoMoon TribalXoXo: Thanks for finally reviewing! XD Loved it and hoped you liked this chapter!

Ch3rryblossom-baby: I used the classic dinner, with a few twists...just a dinner and then the beach. Thanks though! And your imagination eating me...that's a quirky thought, but don't worry I say that all the time, 'if you don't update, I'll pound you!' lol! Hope you liked this chapter! I'm so nervous it's not as brilliant as the first one, but I tried!

LupineLightning-IllusionDragon: Whew, what a long name! You changed it...thanks for reviewing, and hope your vacation went great! Hoped you liked this chapter.

Thanks to everyone else! I'm just too tired and...lazy, I'll admit it, once again to answer all of you!

I was contemplating making this chapter two chapters, since I really don't want this story to be only like twelve chapters if I can't stretch it out anymore and so far I've made two killer long chapters, but I decided not to.

Don't expect long chapters after this.

Also, I'll be posting the first chapter on its own, for people who like it as a one-shot. The rest of you can enjoy this continuing story. But I was, yet again, too lazy to edit the first chapter. So, as of yet, it's still as unedited as ever, and I cringe to think what might be in it.