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I haven't updated in over 2 months!

-Dodges flying garbage-

Yeah, yeah; I know, I suck.

Anyways…

Umm…

I'm sorry if this chapter is gonna be crappy but… well… if you don't like it, tough.

This chapter might just be all narrated.

It might be a little sad, it might not be.

So, enjoy.

A normal (or almost normal) Day

It was a new day at the Kinomoto household. Sakura and Syaoran's "night" was never spoken of since. Sakura had decided to go out with Tomoyo today, better than sitting in her room, although she did enjoy looking back into her old diary.

Today, the two girls went out to a fabric store. Obviously Tomoyo's pick, since Sakura wasn't in the mood to pick, and the fact that she's never really the quickest to decide anything.

When the girl's got there, Tomoyo started running around the large store, chanting something about heaven and Belinda Carlisle, which got her, a lot of strange looks from shoppers and their children. Sakura giggled at her foolishness, and was kind of embarrassed to have her seen with Tomoyo there. At least she was with her best friend, and not in solitary confinement, with just a diary, a bed, and a window that Syaoran Li came through.

When Sakura had thought of that, a blush had crept to her face. 'Why am I blushing at the thought of him! I'm over the other night! But, why him? He's revolting!' she thought as she looked at the fabric.

Just then, she felt a tug at her sleeve. She looked to see who had tugged her, and of course, saw Tomoyo, the fabric-crazed madwoman with a polka dot pattern and an insane expression on her face.

Yes, this was going to be quite a day with Tomoyo.

At the Li household

Syaoran was downstairs watching TV. He was currently on the couch with a rather large bad of chips. He had decided to watch TV downstairs today because A. His sister's had gone out for the day B. His mother and father had gone out and C. Eriol wasn't there to annoy him with "Hey Syaoran! Which nail polish?" or something disturbing like that. Syaoran had thought about burning all of Eriol's nail polish, but was too lazy to do so today. Today was going to be relaxation and peace.

"SYAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOORRRRAAAANNN!"

Or so he thought.

Syaoran had fallen off the couch with quite a loud thud.

"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DO YOU WANT!" he had shouted.

In walked Eriol, with a grin from ear-to-ear.

Syaoran had given him a puzzled look.

"Guess what I got!" said Eriol.

"A life, a new bottle of nail polish, ALL THE SENSE BEATEN INTO YOU!" shouted Syaoran once again.

Eriol gave him a glare, but then went back to his happy state.

"No…although a new bottle of nail polish does sound good; I've been meaning to get another aquamarine bottle…"Eriol trailed off, leaving Syaoran with a disturbed expression.

"Well…since… the retarded author of this story FORGOT A DAY, (a/n: Oh yeah Eriol! You try writing a story about my life! …Which would be creepy if it were a show and you were real people…) I guess I shall tell you now." Continued Eriol. At this point, Syaoran was annoyed; REALLY annoyed. "COULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP AND TELL ME ALREADY! WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU MUST DISTURB ME AND THE TV'S PRECIOUS TIME TOGETHER!" roared Syaoran. Eriol had almost fallen backwards.

"Sor-ry Mr. Moody pants, I'm sorry I disturbed your "alone time" with the television, BUT! NOW I WILL TELL YOU! …I- (Eriol stretched out his arm) GOT TOMOYO'S PHONE NUMBER!" Said Eriol with pride.

Now, Syaoran's eyes had bulged out of his head. In a split second, Eriol was at the mercy of Syaoran, since he was being strangled and yelled at about alone, TV, nail polish, cross-dressing, lives, and disgraces to society.

Well, that's where the chapter ends.

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