Hey guys! This is a fanfic I wrote about 2years ago. So some of you might have already read it, but then again, some of you might have not. At first, I was going to just delete this story. Although, I said I was going to update, and then I didn't. So I'm back, I've edited the story and I will definitely finish it. Enjoy! R+R plz!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY CCS OR ANY CHARACTERS!
FULL SUMMARY: Sakura Kinomoto wants to change her life. Determination to shed her serious, shy reputation, she auditions for the starring role in her high school's production of Beauty and the Beast and gets it! Acting brings her out a side of Sakura she never knew existed, and so does Syaoran Li, the male lead. Dark and brooding, Syaoran is different from any boy Sakura has ever met. The chemistry between them is instant and powerful. But is the romance just part of being on stage, or will their love last beyond the first act?
HOW TO KISS A GUY
-Chapter one
Happiness, excitement, and jealousy?
"Pipe down, people!" the voice belonged to Takashi Ling, president of masques, the Tomoeda High School drama club. Lockers were thrown open and banged shut. Everyone seemed late for class. The noise level was extraordinary, even for our large, over crowded school.
"Hey, guys, back off so I can post the list" the crowd obeyed. They gave big, handsome Takashi another two inches in which to wield his pushpins.
"Where did all these people come from?" gasped my best friend, Tomoyo. When I'd told her last night about tryouts, she thought I was nuts, but admitted that I was pretty brave to get in front of all those people and audition. She also thought I didn't stand a chance of being cast. You see, I'm a sophomore, and sophomores don't get leads, she'd reminded me.
"I'm just a glutton for punishment," I said glumly.
"I probably flubbed the audition."
"Flub is not a word in Sakura Kinomoto's vocabulary," Tomoyo piped up from beside me. She untangled herself from Eriol's arms. (A/N: you see Tomoyo and Eriol are already going out.) Tomoyo was short, and at the age of fifteen and a half had already learned how to elbow her way to the front of crowds. It was a skill I admired.
"Coming through!" she chirped, and the mob miraculously parted before her. I hung back a second, afraid people might notice me. Tomoyo simply grabbed the fringe on the sleeve of my new suede jacket and pulled me along in her wake.
"Now, no more of this talk about flubbing things Sakura," she scolded.
"You have never flubbed anything in your life you are terrific at everything you do. You are a budding Phi Beta Kappa."
"I'd rather be a budding Beauty, thank you." That sounded so funny that Tomoyo and I shared one of those crazy best-friends-since-kinder garden looks and cracked up. Eriol laughed with us.
"I think Sakura is perfect to play beauty. . . ." he flashed me a grin and poked up his glasses. I felt my face go red, but I basked in his compliment. Everyone used to call me Olive Oil-I was that thin. But thankfully, I had filled out a bit over the past year.
"She's more than pretty enough for the part," Eriol added.
"That's supposed to be your line," Tomoyo informed Akira.
"Line?" Akira raked his fingers through his short sandy hair and looked confused. When he looks like that, I do have an impulse to hug him, like you would a slightly under stuffed but friendly teddy bear. Akira is a very sweet person, the perfect boy-next-door. One of Akira's good points is he has no idea how attractive he is to girls—most girls. I guess I've known him too long to get weak-kneed when he's around. Akira is the smartest kid in school. He is the president of the debating club, he plays tennis and he has never lost a tournament yet. And he's conning the extra curricular committee to let him start a future lawyers' club called Legal Eagles. But when it comes to human relations, he is always a little dazed and confused. It can be endearing—sometimes
"Uh—I missed something here," Akira said.
"You are her boyfriend," Tomoyo spelled it out.
"And you are suppose to think she is so pretty there is no way anyone else in the world could be cast beauty."
"Of course I think you're pretty," Akira said to me, as if he's saying, 'I think the sky is blue, or, I think I'd like a sausage pizza for lunch.'
"But that's not how casting works," he added, ever the practical one.
"And sure, it'd be great if you got the part, but it's not as if you wanted to be an actress or anything. C'mon, I think we're going to be late for class. And I can't afford to get Fujitaka-sensei upset."
I was upset, but I didn't have time to worry about it. Tomoyo was nose to nose with the bulletin board, and I was standing right next to her. We spotted my name at exactly the same time. For a second the letters blurred and I felt like I was going to faint.
"You got it!" she shrieked.
"I got it!" I whispered. My voice stuck in my throat. The blood drained from my face.
"I got the lead. I don't believe it," I sort of croaked. My knees turned to Jell-O and I slumped against Tomoyo thinking (more like saying!) "This is too good to be true!"
"Well, it is true!" Tomoyo sounded so proud.
"Oh, ugh!" Tomoyo was frowning at the bulletin board. "Look who's playing the male lead!"
Male lead. As in the beast. How had I forgotten about the beast? There is no beauty without her beast. But not once during the tryouts yesterday had I thought about who'll be playing opposite me if I got the lead. Akira wrenched his eyes away from his watch.
"Leading man?"
"The play isn't just Beauty," I reminded him. He frowned.
"The leading man, as in the Beast," I said patiently.
"I wouldn't call Syaoran Li a beast," Tomoyo said. "But I don't like his type. At least he's not shorter than you, Sakura."
"You know him?" Eriol sounded jealous.
Tomoyo beamed, and pause just long enough to give him a kiss.
"You are the only boy I really know. But there are guys I know about. . . ."
Syaoran Li. My imagination spun into high gear. Tomoyo knew "about" this guy. Bad sign. That meant he had a reputation of some kind. What if he was a total creep? And I'd have to kiss him, I realized for the first time. I'd have no choice.
"What exactly do you know about this guy Syaoran?" Akira asked, putting a protective hand on my shoulder.
"His uncle's Wei Li, which runs the Double-R Repair and Fix-it Shop out in Keaton Corners," Tomoyo informed us.
"Oh, that guy, the one with the Harley." Akira frowned. "I don't know him, but I saw him there when I brought my dad's snow blower in for repair last week."
"A biker? In a play? A leading man?" I tried to picture that.
"Weird, isn't it" Tomoyo remarked.
"So why don't we know him?" Eriol asked, linking his hand in tomboy's. By now we were all hurrying down the hall toward our various homerooms.
"I heard he just transferred here in September. He was living in China with his mom, and then he moved back here with uncle. Besides, he's a senior and he works at his uncle's shop after school, so our paths wouldn't cross much."
"You're amazing. How do you know all this about someone you don't know?" Justin asked.
I answered for her. "Come off it Akira. Tomoyo is Tomoeda High School's walking grapevine."
"The point is," Tomoyo said, linking arms with Eriol. "He isn't the kind of guy I would like to kiss." A smile grew on Eriol's face.
"Glad to hear it!" Eriol said with relief…
"I don't like the idea of you kissing another guy at all—beast makeup or not!" Akira said, taking my hand. It was first. He never holds hands with me in school.
"You actually sound jealous," I teased, not sure how I felt about that. His hand tightened on mine, and I suddenly got this strange, closed-in sort of feeling.
"And actually, I feel excited on meeting the prince of my dreams!" I added.
"Of your dreams?" Tomoyo burst out laughing, and elbowed Akira. "Don't worry, Akira. That'll be the day. Look Sakura, you'll meet him in…" she checked her watch.
"In exactly seven hours. You can tell us about this biker-actor phantom later. Let's celebrate after your rehearsal at Starbuck's. We'll meet you there!" with that she waved a breezy good bye, and she and Eriol broke into a half-run towards their classroom.
Akira actually stopped to peck me on the cheek and then on the lips right there in the hall—another first—then rushed into Fujitaka-sensei's class.
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