Special Dedication to Friend-V, on her b-day, 02282004, who turned 15!! Sorry/// I couldn't upload a fic on ur b-day and u wanted this chap so yeah :)
A/N: thank u so much 4 the reviews! Luv em and keep 'em comin'!
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Chapter 7: A Hint
Several weeks has passed since Cherry had ever intended to talk to Syaoran. She was surrounded by cheerleaders, jocks, and friends. Actually, it had been the happiest weeks of her life. The dance on the fifth day of school had been canceled, and has been moved onto Friday next week at eight.
As the months reached deeply into November, the warmness of Thanksgiving came in as students rushed through the halls, scanning through gift bags of presents, and tossing them onto the hands of their friends. Cherry smiled gently at the pleasantness of her school, and was glad in not having to talk to Syaoran at all.
Speaking of Syaoran, the soccer captain of the school, who has been voted top-10 jocks in the school, stopped dating girls and grew quieter day by day. Rumor has it that the Kura girl just "had" him, and it ruined his habit of dating.
"I'm telling you, Syaoran, just because Cherry 'mocked' your style of dating, does not mean that you should abandon it all together," Eriol said concernedly.
"And why should you care?" Syaoran replied coldly, his eyes focusing on the bracelet that Cherry had given him months ago.
"I'm worried, Syaoran, that you're going to end up lonely like that last jock, what was his name? Um, oh yeah, David Farragut! Look how he ended up!" Eriol argued.
"For your information, David is perfectly fine at a large advertising company, managing." Syaoran rolled his eyes.
"And he ended up single. SINGLE. Can you even bare that word?" Eriol sighed.
"Aren't you single, too, Eriol?. And oh yeah, my bud, don't you like that Kura?" Syaoran asked.
"Y-yes." Eriol blushed deeply. "But I like her friend more."
"Oh yeah? Which one?" Syaoran raised his eyebrow mysteriously.
Eriol turned around, his face red as an apple, and stood up to catch up with the other jocks. "See ya later, buddy!" he called after Syaoran.
Syaoran sat at his desk alone, thinking of Eriol's words. And he ended up single. SINGLE. Can you even bare that word?
Single. Single. Siinnggle. Syaoran played around with the word, and chuckled lightly. The truth is, the word itself isn't so ugly at all compared to the reality. And besides, of course he could bare that word! The famous Syaoran Li can bare any word! But now, his mind was on someone else. Someone else as in the auburn-haired girl with the emerald eyes.
Yup. THAT someone else.
Syaoran sighed as he looked around him. The world rushed by his side, leaving him sitting at his desk, lonely as ever, without a friend, and single.
So what? Wasn't Syaoran always single when he knew Sakura?
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"Cherry, Cherry, girl, you should really go talk to Syaoran!" Tomoyo said impatiently. "I mean, after all, S.L. was Sakura's soul mate!" she had laughed her famous "OHOHOHOHO" laugh.
Cherry snorted. She had been perfectly happy without the bother of that self-centering, mouth-blabbering, and also cute brat. Those weeks were her happiest, and if Syaoran comes over and bothers her—usually she would go crazy about how he treats his girlfriends, but then again, she felt the same sympathy for him as she had been feeling two months ago.
The boy is lonely, Cherry thought, and loyal to the one he loves.
Cherry chuckled lightly at the "memory" of this, closely followed by Tomoyo's humorous glance, and finally she clapped her hands together, roaring. "FINE. I will go talk to him. But you gotta tell me what."
Tomoyo looked at her in a strange way, but smiled altogether. "Well… isn't that simple? All you have to do is ask Syaoran to the dance next Friday."
Cherry swallowed. "Excuse me?"
"Yes, and I'll make you the perfect outfit. It's going revolve around the theme 'pink', with a hot pink spaghetti-strap top dotted with lavender roses and a black skirt with cute rings and strings attached to it, like a cocktail dress… in that case, a skirt." Tomoyo went on with her imagination.
"Oho ho ho, Tomoyo, there is no way that I am going to ask that brat out. Not ever, not in eternity." Cherry shook her head.
"So you are planning to ask him?" Tomoyo smiled.
"What did I just say?" Cherry stared in disbelief.
"You know, your naive natures do not suit what you have just said. Eternity and ever will have to come to an end, and you are considering the chances when it ends." Tomoyo smiled wittily. "And, that BRAT, whatever you call him, happens to be the loyal, athletic, intelligent, popular, cute, and hot boy who kissed you."
Cherry flushed hotly.
And so help me, God. She prayed.
"So, what do you think?" Tomoyo asked.
"No way. No freaking way am I ever going to ask Syaoran out."
"Remember what I said, Kura, ever has to-"
"TOMOYO!!!"
"Sorry."
Cherry scoffed. Asking Syaoran out? What did they think she was, a super woman? After all, she would not like to get dumped by someone for a day and a half, max—if only she could survive that long, which, she convinced herself that she wouldn't, and getting dumped just because someone thinks she's too fat.
Hello! Ridiculous!
Syaoran emerged into the room, taking his navy blue backpack with him, wearing a N'SYNC T-shirt and blue jeans, and looked extremely cute. He settled behind Cherry for their math class, and did not even make an effort to glance up at the confused girl in front of him.
"If only you were less abominable," Cherry whispered. Syaoran, for the first time, in weeks, glanced up to meet those emerald eyes wrapped in hatred, and locked his eyes within hers.
It seemed eternity that their eyes met, but eternity, at last, comes to an end as Tomoyo has predicted.
"Um, Sy-Syaoran…" Cherry's voice was shaking, "Would you like to come to the dance with me next Friday?"
"She had the smile that would light up a room," was Syaoran's reply.
A/N: How d'ya lyk this chap??? Huh huh huh huh huh huh????!!!!! RR pls! Guess wut Syaoran said?? Yes or NO???? (hint: smile)
