I must say I lurv all of ya's! Ur reviews make me feel liek im actually writin' good things here. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, I feel so fullfilled. Not. Just slightly confused all the time as to wat I can write that will surpass wat I wrote before...Which leaves me in a tricky situation sometimes...Anyways enuff of me blabblin away here ya go! Sorry for not updating in forever but my life has been very stressful and personal issues had come up that were really, really important
REWIND-"Nu-uh Kura, your going with Syaoran and I'm going with Eriol. We're gunna hafta get used to it." she chided as if talking to a small child. Sakura looked balnkly at her friend.
"Your kidding right. Do you want me to kill him or die?" she asked and Tomoyo just tutted.
"Please, your dramatic."
She was going to die and cause Syaoran to ram into a fence or somethign the way they got along...
At the current moment, Sakura was seated in the passengers seat of Syaoran's car, buckled in ( because she was sure that he was going to purposly ram the car into a wall to kill her) and staring at the window with pure hatred. As if the window had anything to do with it. Tomoyo was gunna get it soon if she kept on mentioning 'couples need to do this' or 'you have to do this since your a couple.' Pfsha, as if she had any choice the matter. Ugh, what would Oprah do in this situtaion? They were following Eriol's car which was a little ahead of them and the silence in this car was totally killing Sakura. She would of attacked Syaoran verbally or physically by now but since he was in control of the car that wasn't such a safe idea. So, she did the next best thing; turning the radio on.
"Oh!" Sakrua exclaimed happily, she loved this song. Unknown to her, as she was singing along cheerfully, Syaoran looked disgustedly in her direction. He hated this song. So he reached over and changed it to something else. "Girl it's hard to be faithful, with the lips of an angel." The lyrics flowed through the car and Sakura glared at Syaoran. Okay, yeah she liked this song but come on there was no way in the seven hells that she was going to let him get his way.
"Tell me is the money worth your soul?," She changed it back to the original song. Syaoran kissed his teeth before changing it back.
"Girl why are you calling me so late,"
"I can't take seeing you with him,."
"Hard to be faithful,"
"Cuz I know exactly what you'll be, in his gallery.,"
Both were glaring and smacking eachothers hands out of the way, Sakura was winning since she had use of both her hands and he only had one. Of course they weren't exactly paying attention to anything so when Sakura looked out she had enough time to yell "Watch-!" when the car suddenly stopped with a loud noise sending them both foreward with a strong force. Luckily both were wearing their seat belts and they hadn't been going fast but still, it hurt like a bee-otch. "Ow." Sakura groaned having slightly hit the dashboard since she was sitting on the edge of her seat. Syaoran was rubbing his head where it hit his window and glanced over at Sakura.
Out of nowhere some man began yelling and swearing and went right up to Sakura's window. Sakura sorta freaked because he was banging on it and was acting like a monkey with rabies. Sakura sent a scared glance at Syaoran, but he left her to her own defenses and was already with one leg out of the car. Typical. Sakura automatically locked the doors and watched as Syaoran went over and tried talking to the man. It was all that girl's fault that he was distracted and hit the hot dog stand. Yeah, pathetic, a hot dog stnad of all things but it was on the sidewalk by the street soo...The man was waving his arms like crazy and pointing at his stand and at the hot dogs that littered the floor. Syaoran was trying to calm the man down who's large black Super Mario style mustache was becoming a bit distracting. What caught his attention however was the fact that he said something about police and that snapped Syaoran back to attention.
"Listen, I'll pay for it just chill-" Syaoran tried calming the man down but he got even more roused up if it was possible.
He continued ranting on and on and Syaoran was getting a little pissed and worried when the man whipped out a cell and was continuing to scream at him. Suddenly someone collided with his arm and he looked down to see the Shrimp.
"Hi." she said sweetly to the hot dog man who stopped talking and just looked at her blankly and expectantly, but still really mean looking all the same.
"Can I be helping you?" he asked in a thick accent and both men were watching her face expectantly. She visibly swallowed.
"Yes, we're soooo sorry about what happened." she said sugar coating every word that Syaoran could practically feel it dripping off the words. It disgusted him, and he was really tempted to throw her back in the car before she blabbed that it was all his fault and that they should call the cops. He had a feeling it was something she would do.
"I am sooooo sorry for m-," she cleared her throat since this obviously pained her. "My...uh, ahem." she cleared her throat all the while trying to put on a big smile. "husband. But you see, we had a false alarm." both men looked at her oddly and Syaoran was ready to knock her out with the mans beach umbrella that was attactched ( now bent) to the stand..
She smiled and placed a hand to her stomach and Syaoran almost fainted. Not only was it so stupid, but it was so fake that he felt embarresed for her. Under her shirt, she had put something, all bundled up to make it look as if she was pregnant, now it was a good idea but...Well first off, you could see the lumps under her clothing and at the bottom a corner of a shirt sleeve was poking out. Immeditaly he pressed himself against her side, hiding the evidence and smiled stiffly and quite forceably. He could feel her trying to get away from him but he only made the arm around her shoulder heavier and squeezed her shoulder as a means of telling her to shut up.
"Yes, so uh, since we shouldn't make you strain yourself dear, go get in the car." he said through his teeth and trying to shove her towards the car. However this little, erm, arguement between the two was interrupted by the hot dog man.
"Oooooooh! My gooohhddness! You are going to have a small person!" he cried excitedly and both Sakura and Syaoran just looked blankly back at the man. "Oh, please forgive me! Apologies! Very, very, very, very, very apology me is!" he ran to his severly dented hot dog stand and opened some door, searching inside it. Sakura gave Syaoran a questioning glance but he meerly shrugged and looked back at the man when he said a loud 'Aha!'
"Here! Here we go!" he was holding a bag filled with something and he basically threw it at Sakura. She opened the bag and peered inside, staying that way for a few seconds. "In my culture it is for me to be giving gifts to women with little people growing inside of them." he beamed. "Please do not worry, I wish to give them to you. So do not feel as if I am going to suffer because of it." It was Syaoran's turn to look questioningly at Sakura and the bag. She smiled widely and held it open for him to look inside. What he saw took him totally off guard. Inside were at least thirty uncooked hotdogs. Syaoran just looked up at the hot dog man who was smiling brightly and expecting something.
"Uh, thanks. It's very..." he trailed off not knowing what to say but luckily for him Sakura saved the day.
"Wonderful, I'm sure our little person will enjoy these very much."
" Please, please do not worry! And don't worry about mya cart! Everything is fine, no worries! My wife was same way, many, many, many, many false alarms with our eleven children, so I understand." and with a broad smile she was roughly pushed away by Syaoran who couldn't take much more embarresment. Once in the car Sakura was smiling and waving out the window at the man as Syaoran sped away.
"I believe you owe me a thank-you-very-much-oh-so-great-and-wise-and-beautiful-Sakura." Syaoran just gave her a dry look.
"And why the hell would I say that?" he asked her as she continued watching the buildings and trees pass by.
"Because I saved your ass a few grand thats why." she said smugly while giving him I'm-the-shit look. He meerly smirked and turned left.
"Oh yeah sure. And the fact that the few grand, is technically gunna be yours too has nothing to do with it?"
:"Mmmmm yeah your right, it does." she said sweetly as she pulled out the sweater from under her zipup. She saw it in the backseat and got the crazy idea to do it. Oh well, it saved her money...speaking of which she wondered how much he had...
"You okay?" he asked randomly causing her to look at him strangly.
"I'm fine, and if your asking me if I'm insane I'm definatly okay." she said with attitude not liking how he managed to stomp down her good mood.
"Your bleeding." he said plainly since he knew her cut wasn't life threatening or even considered enough for plastic surgery. Hey he might hate her but he didn't want her with some life threatening injury either...he sure as hell couldn't afford the bill they'd send him. Sakura pulled down the sun blocker thing which had the mirror and looked at herself. It was small but bleeding. Why was it the small ones always bled the most?
"It's nothing, probably scratched myself with a nail or something...No thanks to you." she glared at him before he rolled his eyes and got out. Sakura followed suit since they reached the place Tomoyo chose for breakfeast. Let's just say this place was not jean wearing material.
Sakura's mouth widened open and she just stared at the expensiveness of the place. What the hell, there was no way she was going to be able to afford eating here! Like, even if she and Syaoran put their money together it wouldn't be enough for the free bread they put on the table. Now thats saying something. Realizing that she was staring like a moron she quickly ran after Syaoran who was already in the door, damn, even the handles looked gold dipped.
"Hello," they were greeted by a posh looking host and Sakura felt famous and important. "Are you lost?" Damn...That definatly defalated her ego a little. Well what were they expecting? They were wearing jeans, and they're car now recently looked as if it had spent the night in a monster truck show. Well okay, it wasn't that bad but looking out the window she could see half the bumper dragging on the road.
"No, we believe there's a table under the name Tomoyo D?" Syaoran said smoothly and it took Sakura by surprise. Who would of thought no good, slang speaking, no manners Syaoran could talk confidently and properly in this enviroment. The waiter flicked his eyes up and down the two of them taking in their appearance before flipping through a shiney black book.
"Ah, yes. We do seem to have a table for that uh, specific young lady." he picked up two menus and put his nose in the air. "Follow me." and he began walking forewards, looking very much like a broom had been shoved up his...I should stop here and think happy thoughts. So the host walked them through the semi full resturaunt where everyone was dressed finely and were staring at them as they walked passed. Sakura was feeling pretty uncomfortable at the moment so she moved a few steps foreward beside Syaoran.
"Everybody's looking at us." she whispered discreetly looking out of the corner of her eye.
"Look how we're dressed compared to them." he whispered back also looking around.
"How did Tomyo even manage to get in here?" she asked and Syaoran meerly shrugged. By this time they had reached their table and the waiter pulled out the chair for Sakura and gave her a you-are-not-worthy look. It made her feel reeeeeallly tiny. So, she turned to Tomoyo who was smiling happily at them while sitting as close to Eriol as her chair would allow.
"Tomoyo, how the hell did you get in here?" she asked leaning across the table so their faces could be closer.
"Easy! I just made a scene saying how I had made reservations months ago and how they lost it. So, now they felt bad and let me in. Of course I told them you guys were joining me." Tomoyo said as if this was something completly normal.
"I like how you think." Syaoran randomly added leaning onto the table as well, joining the small conversation.
"Then it would be great for you and Tomoyo to hook up." Sakura said with a big smile on her face. Eriol's face popped in,
"Alright then, but me and you hafta hook up then, I can't end up alone." he said with a sloppy grin on his face while Sakura narrowed her eyes at him.
"Stay outta this Eriol." It was then that the waitor came to their table looking down at the group hudled over the table.
"Ahem," they instantly all shot up. "You orders?"
After that embarresing moment, and further embarresment when they couldn't tell what the hell the menu said they ordered their food. Of course they didnt even know what they were getting since they couldnt understand any of it. There was an akward silence after that where everyone just fiddled with things. It was then that Sakura noticed the looks that Tomoyo was giving her.
"What?" she said narrowing her eyes slightly at her friend. It was never a good thing when she looked at you that way.
"Nothing," she replied smiling, which caused Sakura to narrow her eyes more.
"With you it's never nothing."
"Well, fine. Like why is your sweater zipped up so high? Thats not how you wear it." before Sakrua could say anything Tomoyo leaned over and pulled down the zipper casuing Sakura to scream and jump up right when the waitor came with a tray filled with drinks. The glasses went flying and drenched Sakura who was trying to zip up her sweater again while covering herself from peoples eyes. Syaoran and Eriol's mouth were open wide along with their eyes while Tomoyo looked at her in much the same fashion.
The host ran over and started yelling at them and everyone in the resturaunt stared at them until everybody started chattering away at the scene before them. Sakura was beet red and soaked for that matter while the host continued to scream at them.
"Out! Out! OUT! Now! Trash, filth! OUT NOW!" he yelled and the group scrambled to the door.
"What the hell Tomoyo!" Sakura screamed at her so called best friend still very red in the face.
"I'm so sorry Kura! Honestly-" she was cut off by laughter. Sakura glared over at the two guys who were holding eachother and gasping for breath. Of course, Sakura being Sakura, stomped over to them and began repetedly hitting them with her purse. The two shut up but continued smirking widely. Assholes.
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They reached home and Sakura was still pissed as hell. Tomoyo still felt stupid but had this small smirk on her face that was really becoming quite irritating and the guys? Oh, well they were sniggering every time they saw her and dropping obvious sarcastic comments such as "What a view that resturuant has eh?" and yada yada you get the point. Sakura was giving everyone the silent treatment as she plopped onto the sofa and turned on the t.v while Tomoyo went up to the office and was going to work on her current project; making curtains. Yeah Tomoyo was a bit of a designer in training, well she tried to be, but her projects needed some practice- major practice. Anyways, Syaoran and Eriol were smart and stayed clear of her because of the deathly gleam in her eye that warned of danger. Good thing they listened.
A few days passed by and slowly Sakura started talking to everyone, that is when Tomoyo practically became her slave and did everything for her; made her breakfeast, washed her clothes at the laundry mat ( they couldn't exactly afford them) cleaned the house etc etc. Today Sakura's day was pretty much a flimsy day she needed to go to said laundry mat since Tomoyo did it all week and then they had to unpack some more and then maybe, just maybe go shopping for some things for the house, but with Sakura things always get in the way.
"I am so tired." Sakura yawned while she stretched her stiff back.
"Well it's your fault for sleeping on the couch." Tomoyo replied making pancakes which actually smelt pretty good.
"Your fault for sleeping like a maniac." Sakura replied while taking a seat.
"Yeah same goes for you Eriol," Syaoran piped up getting the milk from the fridge and drinking from the carton.
"Don't do that!" Sakura said menacingly but Syaoran meerly rolled his eyes but he stopped once Tomoyo wacked him with her wooden spoon.
"Tonight I get the bed man, and your sleeping on the couch with the Shrimp."
"Glad I have your permission to sleep with her." Eriol smirked and Sakura threw her slipper at him. Tomoyo brought over a heaping plate with pancakes and placed them in the middle of the table while taking a seat herself.
"Kura I think that we should maybe apply for a gym or something. We really need an outlet for all this anger you have." she was greeted with a blank look from Sakura until she reached for a pancake by stabbing her fork into it.
"Are you trying to say I'm fat in a nice way." she asked while raising the fork and looking at the fluffy piece of pancake attatched.
"What! No! They say working out is a great way to let out frustrastions, stress...anger."
"I don't need to go to a gym and the reason why I have this newfound anger is because of that." she jabbed her fork in Syaoran's direction while her mouth was stuffed with the yummy stuff.
"Yeah okay." Syaoran mumbled."What are you an Olympic athelete?"
"As a matter a fact." Sakura replied cockily and then letting out a huge yawn right after.
"Prove it."
"Ah, say what?"
"Prove it. Me and you will go for one of my usual training sessions and then we'll see." Sakura contemplated this knowing she was a lazy blob and hadn't exercised since well, highschool. But one look at Syaoran's smug, I-dare-you look she gave in. And thats how the next morning at five-thirty am her blanket was ripped from her and was shook awake.
"Wadya want?" she mumbled curling further into the couch.
"Time for training. Up now." Sakura got up numbly and something soft hit her in the face. She looked down and saw a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. She groaned and plopped back into the couch.
Well, the training went well. If you call Sakura gasping for breath and falling so far behind Syaoran that he was a speck in the distance well. He took her to some like park where there were trails and such and was still running. Up a frikin hill. It was work enough for Sakura to walk up a hill let alone jog up one which had rocks and roots sticking out of the ground. It didn't help either that between running intervals he would stop and do pushups. They were still running up the damn hill when Syaoran looked back, amusemant clear on his slightly sweaty face.
"Something wrong Sakura?" he called behind him not slowing down once. Sakura just continued to gasp and feebly walk/jog behind him while holding her side where a wicked cramp was.
"...Fine." she gasped out her feet dragging against the dirt and she tried to get up. Damn her chest was burning and legs felt like lead. Okay so maybe Tomoyo was right. Maybe they should head to the gym.
When she reached the top Syaoran had stopped to wait for her but it didn't mean he stopped moving. He continued jogging in place and then going back to his pushups. Sakura was gasping loudly until she finally plopped onto an old log to catch her breath. Damn she should of never agreed to this. She should of just agreed with him saying that she couldn't run for beans. However when she looked up and caught him looking down at her smugness and amusement apparent on his face Sakura narrowed her eyes at him.
"You think your all high and mighty don't you?" she said quickly since she was still gasping for breath.
"Nah I don't think that," Sakura cocked a brow knowing he wasn't turning nice on her. "I already know it."
"I swear I'm so gunna kill you when I get my body working again just you wa-AHH!" the log that Sakura had been sitting on rolled back and she was sent tumbling backwards all the way screaming.
"Sakura!" she heard him yell but she couldn't make anything else out since she was in pain, damn she was gunna have two broken legs, two broken arms, all her ribs broken maybe a few toes and fingers as well and maybe her head smashed open, if she was lucky. She finally began to slow down and she lay there motionless breathing hard, hey! She wasn't dead! She would of cheered for herself if she didn't feel like she had been hit by a truck.
"Your an idiot you know that?!" Syaoran said quickly as he slid down the hill quickly. He wouldn't admit it to her but he was worried, a fall like that could of been fatal and he really didn't want the girl since she pissed him off but he didn't want her hurt either. She wasn't moving and that was a big problem. If she was alive he was gunna yell and yell and yell and if she wasn't, well, he didn't want to think that.
When he finally reached the bottom he slid onto his knees which by the slight stinging pain he guessed he scraped them badly. Her eyes were closed and thats when the punched in the stomach feeling kicked in. Right then he didn't want to think it but this was almost the same thing that happened years ago.
Flashback-
A sixteen year old Syaoran was yelling at his seven year old sister who had been following him and his friends all around the house. It was really starting to get on his nerves to he yelled at his to leave him alone.
"Holy crap Sheifa! Go the hell away! Play with your dolls somewhere! Anyway just leave me alone!"
"But I wanna stay with you!" she cried out stomping her small foot on the ground her pigtails bouncing.
"I don't wanna stay with you! Go! Shit man, why can't you die or something?" he mumbled the rest as he turned away from her and walked out the door with his friends.
However when Syaoran got back an hour or so later his mom asked where Sheifa was since she had been working on important things all day in her office. Upon realizing that she hadn't gone with her brother she rushed to check if she was upstairs while Syaoran grumpily checked the kitchen. When he got there however his gaze glanced at the window and he stopped dead in his tracks. He ran through the back door yelling for his mom to come down while he ran across the cement and jumped into the pool where a little girl was floating her dress flowing around her. He numbly grabbed her catching a glimpse of a rag doll at the bottom of the pool while hearing his mothers screams fill the air.He pulled her out not aware that he was crying like a little kid, but as he saw was his small sisters blue face and lifeless eyes staring at nothing in particular.
The ambulance came and rushed her to hospital and pumped her lungs and performed emergency CPR to bring her back. They managed to do so but she had been in a coma for three weeks, and he had never gotten over it.
END FLashback
It was right when Syaoran was clumsily checking for a pulse that Sakura's hand shot out and smacked his hand away. He almost laughed out with relief but stopped himself especially with what she said next.
"Trying to feel me up while you thought I was knocked out eh?" she mumbled her hands going to her head her eyes still closed.
"You wish." he scoffed but stayed kneeling next to her. "Do you think can get your ass off the floor and start moving?"
"Ugn, don't rush me I just frikin' fell down a huge ass hill and your already being a jackass." she slowly sat up with his help and sighed. "I feel sorry for the girl you end up with." Syaoran looked at her confused but then something hit her. "Oh yeah, thats me."
"Come on get up." he said not so gently as he stood up as she used a tree to get up as well. As soon as she let go she stood for about two seconds nodding her head in approval.
"Okay, everythings good." and then she ended up face first in the ground. "Boo, my legs don't work." she said tiredly and Syaoran crouched down and took hold of one of her legs and began running his hands up them. Sakura forcefully pushed his chest and he landed on his ass. "What the hell! Don't touch me! I knew you were an ass but a perv too!"
"Shut up for a second will you!" he yelled right back at her lifting himself from the ground. "I wasn't 'feeling you up' okay? I'm checking for broken bones." she shut her mouth and crossed her arms and pouted looking remarkably like a five year old. When he was done he let out a sigh of relief.
"Nothing feels broken. You sure you can't walk?" he asked just to make sure, he wasn't too excited about the idea of lifting her back all the way. Any person any size would be a strain after a while.
"Yes dumbass! If you didn't notice when I stood up last time." Sakura bit out but then held her head again. She must've hit it somewhere because it was pounding.
Well Syaoran ended up giving her a piggy back all the way home, and let's just say that Syaoran got a more intense workout than usual. Especially his ears since Sakura decided to argue with him the entire way up until they were almost home where she complained about a headache. Syaoran brought her into the house calling out for Tomoyo but he was greeted with silence. He put Sakura on the stairs and went into the kitchen to call Eriol's cell phone when he noticed a note attached to the fridge.
Syao and Saks,
Went out together be back soon.
Love Moyo,
p.s DON'T KILL EACHOTHER!
xoxo
Great. This was just perfect. He strode back over to Sakura who was resting her head against the step with her eyes closed. She couldn't sleep. She could have a cuncussion and your not supposed to sleep right away after you hit your head. He shook her roughly until her eyes shot open the usual fire in them.
"What?" she snapped and he meerly picked her up since she was in no state able to really move on her own.
"You can't sleep. If you have a cuncussion it's not good." he headed towards their bathroom and sat her on the counter.
"Why?" she said suddenly tired.
"I don't know dammit!" he yelled frustrated, his nerves had been a bit on the edge lately, and since that fall and memory hit him he was feeling jittery. He filled the tub with warm water and pulled her down from the counter. "Take a bath. Don't sleep." he said curtly yet firmly and grabbed the first aid kit and left the bathroom.
Sakura was in pain. Her head still pounded and seeing the steam rise from the water she couldn't wait to get in. She took off her clothes but grew impaitient and stepped in with her undewear and bra on. Who cared anyway? She was in pain and this was her house now so she could do whatever she wanted. As she lay there, her head against the bath pillow she closed her eyes and sighed feeling really tired. She knew she wasn't supposed to sleep but would it really hurt to have a little nap? Syaoran however, heard her sigh and knew that combining a beaten body with warm water was the perfect way for someone to pass out in.
"Sakura." he said loudly as he sat near the door, opening the first aid kit to clean up his knees.
"What." he heard her basically mumble tiredly.
"Don't sleep."
"Shut up you." he heard the water splash about a bit and her sigh again.
"Talk, it'll keep you awake."
"What the hell do want to talk about idiot." gee she sounded awake now.
Syaoran sat there talking to her to keep the damn girl awake when Tomoyo and Eriol finally came back. He rushed downstairs and hurriedly told Tomoyo the story as the three of them hurried up the stairs. The two guys were left outside exchanging odd glances while the heard Tomoyo inside talking tenderly to Sakura. They waited a few minutes longer, just standing there and staring at the unpainted walls when the door opened and both girls stepped out. Tomoyo was walking in front of Sakura making sure she was walking okay as said girl came out, wrapped in a huge towel which went around her shoulder and fell to her calves. She didn't spare them a glance as she went into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.
Turns out Sakura was completely fine except a few bruises and scratches and that stupid headache. So that night she didn't want to risk sleeping in the same bed as Tomoyo, because God knew if she were her poor bruised self would turn out more bruised. She went back downstairs bringing a nice fluffly blanket and thick pillow and plopping down on the couch. A few minutes later after she turned on the t.v she heard shuffling footsteps and she glared at the entrance but instead of seeing Syaoran she saw Eriol holding a pillow and blanket as well.
"What are you doing?" she asked as she watched him go onto the couch that Syaoran had occupied before and get comfortable.
"Syaoran said that since I supposedly 'cuddle' which I'm telling you is bullshit to get the bed to himself, he literally threw me out." he lifted an elbow and she saw a carpet burn. "Also, he said that it was too dangerous being in the same room as you since you were probably going to try and kill him in the night." she frowned as he smirked.
"Your an ass." she said flatly and he lifted his hands in defense.
"Don't shoot the messenger." he meerly said and she rolled her eyes. "Wanna play Monopoly?" he asked randomly, she stared at him confused as first but then broke out into a grin.
"Sure. But I'm the car."
"Like hell you are." he replied pulling out the box from under the couch.
They sat down on the carpeted floor wrapped in their blankets, playing the game and wacthing a movie marathon thing for the next while. Eriol beat her each time they played and she had thrown the thimble piece at him. Truth be told she really liked Eriol, he was hilarious. All through the game and movies he would crack up jokes or comment on something in the movie that made her hold her stomach laughing. It came to a point that tears came to her eyes and her stomach cramped. Soon though they got tired out from all the energy that they were wasting and fell asleep. Hey, laughing your ass off and playing Monopoly can really tire a person out.The next morning however Sakura was rudely awaken by a loud, irritating, ear piercing shriek. She groggily peeled open her eyes and looked around.
"Huh?" she said yawning.
"Sakura! What are you doing?" Tomoyo's mouth was hanging open slightly and she looked like she had stopped breathing.
"Huh?" she said again her brain not fully functioning at this time of day. Syaoran leaned against the wall and that woke her up slightly seeing as her product of irritation entered the room. See, she would of used hate but thats such a strong word.
"Told ya so." he muttered but there was a hint of a smile. Huh? What was going on.
That was when Tomoyo grabbed the muffin Syaoran had been eating and threw it across the room. Sakura closed her eyes for the impact but instead she felt herself move without her body commanding it to. It was then that she realized that she was attacthed to Eriol. Sakura pushed him away and then shoved him with her barefoot which only sent her sliding on the wooden floor. "Abah, ieem, ess," Sakura mumbled looking from a dazed looking Eriol who had picked up the muffin to Tomoyo who still loooked like a goldfish and Syaoran who looked semi smug and half asleep. Sakura sat up feeling it would give her a little more power if she wasn't as low as she could get while they all stood.
"Tomoyo you can't honestly think we did anything-" but Tomoyo cut in with a laugh.
"Pfft, obviously not but why is he holding you?"
"Told you he cuddles." Syaoran spoke up and though it was a laced with triumph that he was right. Eriol on the other hand just looked blankly at everyone until he looked at Sakura.
"At least she's a chick." he replied putting an arm around her shoulders, but let go when he was swiftly hit in the face with a large couch pillow.
Okay a bit dry but Im soooo sorry. My lifes been a roller coaster and so much so that I was making plans to move out of my parents house and I'm only 17 goin on 18 in a few months soooo, I guess you all get the point of how extreme things have been. Anyways, to all my readers that have been reading this story and my others I am again SOOOO SOORRYY. I will , I promise I will complete each one, except perhaps dance with me till the end. But yes I am currently writing the next chapter for this story and for I do but I Dont and The Story of Beauty is half done :D. Love ya all and I promise to make the next chapters very long for you all! Oh. before I forget the songs from the radio are Hinder-lips of an angel and Mario Vasquez Gallery.
Lotsa love! and thank you sooooo much, honestly thank you!