A Beautiful Friendship
Sakura rushed over to Syaoran's. She was partially nervous and prayed to God that Akira Ichiko, the conniving pig, wasn't there. And sometimes, wishes just don't come true.
'Syaoran!' Sakura slammed open the boy's bedroom door, to find two boys sitting around watching TV, who looked up at her. They both had two completely different expressions on their face. Akira looked cheerful then he did when Sakura left and Syaoran looked grumpier then ever, knowing his day was only going to get worst. Sakura continued to stare. Akira opened his mouth but was only found to be cut off by Syaoran.
'What do you want?' Syaoran growled Sakura was offended and angry as well. Instead of straightening up arrogantly she slouched down, noticing Akira looking her up and down. She was disgusted.
'Party over.' She said 'Ichiko has got to go.'
Both boys frowned. 'What? Why?'
'Syaoran has to be somewhere in a couple of hours.' She told Akira coldly. Syaoran groaned. Akira smirked, what he thought was a sexy sign of affection. Sakura wanted to laugh.
'Oh, where you guys going? Can I tag along?'
Fat chance.
Sakura smirked back. 'No. Very Important People only.'
She saluted him signaling for him to leave. He didn't move which annoyed Sakura very much.
'Just leave already!' She wanted to burst out saying. Syaoran, seeing the look on Sakura's face, told Akira he had batter go. He definitely didn't want to hang around a steamed Sakura later.
As soon as Akira left, Sakura went rummaging through Syaoran's clothes like it was a daily thing. Syaoran sat on his own bed watching her.
He was silently enjoying himself. Sakura would reach up high revealing the skin under her shirt to him. And if she wasn't showing him that, she'd be bent down, her ass sticking out and her pants dragged down a bit showing the rim of her pnk underwear. He wasn't going to stop his attraction this time. It amused him too much. Plus, Sakura didn't have to know. They were just friends, sure. She had to eventually understand that Syaoran was a guy and accept that fact. No wait a minute. What is he thinking? What has Akira done to him?
'Are you listening to me?' Sakura's voice boomed through his ears. 'What's wrong with you lately?' Sakura asked concerned although she was still upset with him.
'Nothing' He lied. Sakura looked at him suspiciously. She knew something was up even if he did make it that obvious.
'Well, I can't believe you invited that Akira Ichiko over after what you told me.'
'He invited himself over.'
'And you agreed.'
'What could I have done? Tell him now when he knew I wasn't busy?'
'YES!' She argued. 'You're supposed to be my best friend. And you were too busy…Mrs. Daidouji's party remember?'
'Oh crap. I forgot.' Syaoran hit himself on the head.
'Well, here.' Sakura laid out Syaoran's best clothes in front of him. 'I've got to get ready too. Meet me at my house when you're done in about half an hour.' Syaoran nodded as Sakura left. Syaoran took off his shirt revealing his firm abs, his plain muscular arms and a bit of his green boxers sticking out from under his pants. His bedroom door opened again. Syaoran looked up to see Sakura flustered at the sight of him. She's seen Syaoran shirtless before, so what's wrong with her now?
'Uhm…' She looked down at her feet, although she could still see Syaoran at the side of her eye.
'Shower.' Was all she said and closed the door.
He couldn't help but smile by the look of her face. He flexed his arms a bit, then went off to take a shower. Sakura stood still outside his door for a moment then went tome to get ready herself.
Why was she suddenly looking at Syaoran differently? Why did her mouth start to water when she saw him now? Her cheeks get a tingling feeling, her body get hot, what was all this? She stripped off her clothes to her bra and underwear. She examined herself in the mirror of the bathroom. Her tiny waiste and slim legs. How much she and Syaoran had really grown. How much they have changed. She turned on the shower. She took one last look at herself with a sigh, then took it all off and let the hot water his her back. She closed her eyes and hummed at the wonderful feeling.
'he looked so good.' She talked to herself. 'But, we're just friends. Just best friends. We'll be friends forever. Nothing more.' She scrubbed twice as much shampoo in her hair for a strong smell. She then thought back to the Akira subject and scrubbed harder out of anger.
'I can't believe he's doing that to me. And Ichiko just has to be a big disgusting pervert. Urgh!' Sakura continued to scrub every part of her body fast and hard. She could come out literally squeaky clean when she finished. 'Geez…you know what? Fine!' She practically yelled out, still talking to herself. 'I'm going to go along with what you guys are doing! And just you watch it go down in flames… You're going to regret ever trying me up for this!' She stopped realizing how foolish she was being. She stood quiet listening to the water splatter against her back like raindrops. 'You are so stupid.' She finally said.
The water was finally shut off. She stepped out onto the rug and wrapped her body tight in a towel and her hair in a turban. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out. In and out. Inhale, exhale. She was calm. She was going to be okay. Show no weakness. Her shoulders dropped relaxing. She opened up her eyes and turned to reach for her clothes on the counter. She touched the counter's cold, dewy surface. Her clothes weren't there. She looked around and found them no where to be seen in the washroom.
'Oh crap' She remembered she forgot to get her clothes in her room on her bed. She smacked her forehead with her palm. How could she be so stupid? She had been so caught up with her thoughts around Syaoran that she forgot about her own clothes. Pah, no worries. Dad was at work still and Touya was at work as well, then going over to his friend, Yukito's, to sleep over. She walked out the bathroom straight to her bedroom. She opened her door expecting to find her room empty and her clothes awaiting. Both more then that waited for her. A handsome Syaoran turned around to look at her ready to go. It took a moment or two for them to register the scene until they both shouted out each other's name and backed away.
'What are you doing here?' Sakura yelled as Syaoran rushed past her out the room, closing the door.
'I'm meeting you at the end of the half an hour.' He yelled through the door. She changed as quickly as possible.
'Oh right!' She apologized. 'Sorry.'
Syaoran folded his arms and leaned up against the wall beside the door. He tilted his head down in thought. She really was pretty. No, more then that. Beautiful.
'Syaoran.' Sakura rushed out her room fully dressed into the bathroom again. 'Can you call Tomoyo and tell her we're ready?' She took out her blow-dryer and plugged it into an outlet. Syaoran took out his cell phone too lazy to go to the phone. He speed dialed Tomoyo's number, as the blow-dryer made its irritating 'vrooming' noise.
'Moshi moshi' Tomoyo answered.
'Tomoyo?' Syaoran responded.
'Hi Syaoran!' Her voice excited. 'Are you guys ready?'
Syaoran looked over at Sakura who had a brush in one and the blow-dryer, shaking her hair all over the place, in the other.
'Uh yeah, Sakura is still blow-drying her hair though.' Tomoyo smiled at the other end.
'Tell me, Syaoran.' Tomoyo said smirking. 'Does she look beautiful?'
'Uh sure.' Syaoran replied trying to keep his cool.
Tomoyo smiled hearing Syaoran's nervous voice, even if he had tried to hide it. A plan formed in her head.
'How beautiful, Syaoran?'
'I don't know. Why?' Syaoran feeling his insides squeeze together.
'Because I need to know.' Tomoyo said whatever came into that planning head of hers. Syaoran didn't understand why she needed to know still, but it must be a girl thing. Whatever.
'Very.' He blurted out. His eyes widened at his own word.
'Thanks!' Tomoyo laughed. 'We're coming now.' And hung up.
Syaoran held his cell to his ear still. Great. He thought.
The blow-dryer stopped. Sakura came out of the bathroom with white foam and the toothbrush handle sticking out of her mouth. Her brush still untangling her auburn hair making it smooth.
'I'he comin'?' Sakura mumbled, the sounds of scrubbing teeth also reached Syaoran's ears.
'Yeah.' He answered without looked at her. He couldn't face her that moment after what just happened. He heard Sakura turned on the tap and the sound of her spit. The rest, he didn't' hear until she brushed past him, Sakura going back into her room. He looked back up to find her carrying her purse and shutting her bedroom door. She looked up at him too, and their eyes met. Syaoran had realize then that her green eyes were absolutely entrancing.
'You okay?' She asked. Syaoran shook out of his trance.
'No?' Sakura looked at him weirdly.
'No…I …uh…mean…' He tried covering up. 'Nothing is wrong.' He finally came to say, ruffling his hair and tearing his gaze away from Sakura to the floor.
Honk, honk. Phew! Saved by the bell…
Syaoran looked back up to find Sakura smiling at him. 'Tomoyo's here!' She said cheerfully and ran downstairs, out the door with Syaoran dragging along after her.
'Hey Sakura! Hey Syaoran!' The limo window rolled down to reveal the black haired beauty. The two smiled back at her and said 'hi'. The hopped into the limo,. As Tomoyo scooted over, she couldn't help but notice a peculiar distance and closeness between the two.
Hahahahahahaha! Omg! I know I'm entirely random for this, but when Sakura opened Syaoran's bedroom door in the beginning to find them doing w/e...I stopped before I could think of anything and thought to myself 'What DO guys do?' ...Honestly! What do they do? Most of my family are girls and the boys in my family are still at the fighting with action figures stage. HAHAHA! i know im so random...sorry i havent updated sooner. Too busy updating with my other fic...'Killing You Softly'. Buh YAY! THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!
