Wow, okay, so another year has gone by and I'm on like wut is it, the 5th chapter of my story? Haha, im such a loser….…hey o wells, at least I updated…lol, ENJOY!

Education and entertainment were like water and oil. These two simply did not mix. Tomoyo glared at the pencil before her with intense concentration, willing it to start writing of its own record.

"Godamnit!" she screamed and started on an English essay, which had been due two weeks before, but the English teacher, sympathetic towards Tomoyo's difficult work schedule, had given her an extra week although still, the busy teen hadn't found time to work until yesterday, and now…

"I have to finish this!" Tomoyo muttered. Her stomach rumbled and she glanced at her watch. 9! Already!

"Fuck!"

Maybe she could ring for something…but as Tomoyo reached for the bell which called for the butler at the side of her bedroom table, she remembered Greg had taken a leave to see his family and friends back in Osaka.

"Won't be back until the end of the month, Love," he had said.

Ugh, no wonder the house was so quiet. Usually with him around, the house was a flurry of noise, much of it involving him running around from room to room searching for clothes in need of washing and floors in need of moping. Unfortunately though, now that he was gone, Tomoyo looked around her bedroom and winced. Clothes were thrown on the floor every which way and the trashcan was just overflowing with thousands of takeout cartons and fast food bags. The women in her family did not (or could not) cook. Tomoyo yawned and dropped her pencil. Hunger aside, she had at least made an impressive dent on her homework load and she planned to pull an all nighter if she had to, all for the sake of making the whole pile disappear.

"I should've been smart and become a model like everyone else," She sighed and took out her science book with a grimace.

It was the ding of the doorbell that pulled her out of her trance. Tomoyo dropped her pencil again for the second time and stared bleary eyed at the digital numbers on her wrist. 3! Who the hell would come knocking at the door at three o' clock! Tomoyo slowly got out of her chair, stretching her sore muscles, and peered thorough the window. Damnit. It was too dark to see through the window. She slowly got the baseball bat lying against the side of her bed, (it was just for situations like these) tiptoed down the steps and stood on the right side of the door. That way, when she opened it and the person was an intruder or something, she'd just bonk him on the side of head and…

"TOMOYO! ARE YOU THERE? ITS ME ERIOL! I KNOW YOU'RE NOT SLEEPING CAUSE YOUR BEDROOM LIGHTS ARESTILL ON!"

"ERIOL? Why are you here…and stop shouting, you'll wake the neighbors. Its like 3 in the morning!"

"I brought you food!"

"What makes you think I'm hungry?"

Growl

"…"

"…"

Tomoyo groaned and opened the door, "Fine, whatever…Omg, McDonald's!" All else forgotten, the hungry teen seized the oil stained brown paper bag from a shocked looking Eriol, opened the package, and breathed in the delicious smell of French fries and a Big Mac, "Mmmmmmmm." She quickly plopped herself down at the nearest kitchen table, ignored the delivery boy completely, and began devouring her yummy burger. It was strange. A normal person would think that after three weeks of fast food, a girl would have gotten tired of sweet and sour chicken and McDonalds, but Tomoyo never did. Other than Ramen, Tomoyo could stomach anything and love it.

Finally, after 3 minutes of Big Mac heaven, she finally surfaced from her meal and observed the savior who had delivered her food in surprise. He was wearing a jacket tossed hurriedly over pajamas and had hair, which looked like it had endured many hours under a lawnmower or extremely bad haircut.

"No, seriously. Why are you here?" Tomoyo asked as she scooped up a huge glob of ketchup on a French fry before popping it in her mouth.

Eriol blinked at her, as if coming out of a trance and shrugged awkwardly. "I couldn't go to sleep and decided to go to Mickey D's instead." No matter how amazed he was at this precise moment, Eriol was not going to tell Tomoyo that he had been unable to sleep the whole night worrying about her and her habit to forget to eat whenever she was determined to finish something, whether it was homework or a song, She never did anything else until that one job was completed. This type of stuff, he knew could hurt a person badly, and if anything happened to her, he would…. Anyways, he had tossed on a jacket, careful not to wake Syaoran or Naozumi up, and had taken a taxi to McDonald's before running over to her house, where he had seen, just as predicted, a light in her bedroom window. He couldn't explain the next few minutes that had gone by, especially after she had unconsciously invited him in, eaten her Big Mac in 3 minutes flat, and he had taken a silent survey of her room, which had clothes strewn everywhere and little dustballs all over the place; and the trash can…ugh, this girl needed to learn the importance of personal hygiene.

Tomoyo who seemed to be able to read his thoughts at this particular moment, glared at him, and all of a sudden spoke up quite defensively, "I DO take showers you know, its just the trash can…"

"And everything else?" he raised an eyebrow.

Tomoyo winced at this and turned a bright red, "Its just been busy, and with Finals coming up, I just haven't managed to…"

Eriol frowned, "Don't you have a housekeeper?"

Tomoyo nodded unhappily and hugged her knees against her body, "Yeah, but he's on vacation, and I'd feel horrible to have to call him back. I mean, its only once a year…"

Eriol, opened the fridge to his left, and glared at his friend, hopelessly gesturing towards the bare shelves, "But look at this! You can't take care of yourself!"

Tomoyo cleaned up her late meal, tossing it into the overflowing trashcan, silently praying it wouldn't momentously burst from the grossly bloated capacity and shook her head until her long hair began to unbraid itself, "I know that! But what do you think I can do! I mean I just finished all my homework and let me tell you, it was NOT easy, and I plan to sleep all day tomorrow and…"

All of a sudden, Eriol put a finger to her lips and Tomoyo shut up, not because she wanted to of course, but because a silence charm was not the easiest thing to disobey. Tomoyo gave him an exceedingly dirty look as Eriol walked to the front door, and watched as he opened it, looking over his shoulder to say, "Tomorrow, you're going to go home with Sakura while I clean this mess up. Alright?"

Tomoyo shook her head angrily, and Eriol rolled his eyes at her stubbornness, "You know what? I don't wanna hear it."

He stepped outside and said with a wink, "That charm will wear off in the morning so don't even think about contacting Sakura for help."

If looks could kill, Eriol would have been dead by then, as Tomoyo gave him the most evil look ever, before turning and angrily flaunting upstairs. As he saw the ends of her pigtails disappear, Eriol laughed, shook his head, and waved cheerfully before he closed the huge brass door behind him with a click.

"She'll get over it," he thought. "Eventually."

Well, so how was it? Not too bad I hope? God, I haven't even edited it yet, but I want to get it out…ARGHHH. Please Review! xD