Now, before you can all come after me and threaten to kill me lemme explain. My comp died. I'm not lying lol. I got some sort of virus and then my windows corrupted so everything, even all my senior projects went ka-poot. Yupp I was pretty pissed but hey we're here now together again. So lets get cracking. I'm making you guys an extra long chapter to make up for the very long wait. A lots been happening in my life, as usual, and I wont lie I didn't want to write, I wasn't passionate about it anymore. But I kicked myself in the ass and forced myself to get into it again and I realized just how much I missed writing. So here you go.

REWIND-"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.

Sakura was sitting back in the t.v room while everyone around her was doing something or other, she was just chillin' and not bothering with the world. To get her mind of oh-so stressful thoughts, a.k.a slowly and painfully killing Syaoran, she made a list of things to do. By the time she was done she held the notepad back and admired her intelligence.

1. Find a job.

2. Make Tomoyo and the guys get jobs too.

3.Quit job at Happy Mart ( once am hired somewhere else)

4. Make sure job that future spouse gets ( if he lasts that long) earns tons of money.

Thats all she had so far, and she frowned as she looked at it. Well it was a work in progress. Speaking of work Sakura, was lost from her thoughts when a loud bang was heard not too far from her. Looking up she saw Tomoyo and a very big basket filled with clothes on the floor.

"Your turn Kura." she smiled while placing her hands on her hips and giving her a smug smile.

"Your kidding right?" Sakura was temporarily paralyzed as she sized up the large basket.

"Nope. Me and Eriol did it last week now it's your turn." Sakura flung herself off the couch and went to the basket picking up some of the articles of clothing with two fingers and with a disgusted face.

"Tomoyo! You never even wore this! Why the hell are you putting it to wash!"

"Uh, because it was on the floor. God knows whats on the floor."

"What the hells on the floor?" Sakur frowned confused throwing the clothes back into the basket.

"Dunno, hidden little microbes and creepy crawlies." Sakura groaned and her so called friend turned around smiling. Sakura looked crestfallen at the heap in front of her and sighed out loud.

"Oh, by the way." Tomoyo poked her head around the wall. "Don't forget the other baskets in the front."

"What!" she screeched causing Tomoyo to run and lock herslef in the bathroom before Sakura could do anything to her.

So now, our cute, small main character was riding in her sorta-kinda-not really-boyfriends car. Her arms were crossed and she was pouting and looking incredibly like a five year old. Syaoran on the other hand decided to let today fly because of what happened yesterday. He was still a bit unsettled from the shock and didn't sleep anything last night, he kept dreaming over and over about his sister face down in that damned pool. It flashed through his mind and he cleared his throat trying to wipe the image away while rubbing his stomach because of a sudden tightness that appeared in his gut. Sakura however noticed this and looked at him where he remained completely oblivious, idiot. However she wondered what the hell was bothering him, but then that would show she slightly cared is she asked him and there was no way in hell that was going to happen. Damn her for being a nice person and having to care for every-freakin-body.

They reached the Coin-op Laundry Mat and looking inside caused both people to widen their eyes. This place was old, the machines looked like they came back from the sixities and it was falling apart. Great, with Sakura's luck the foundation would be down in matter of minutes.

"Well are you going to sit there looking around like a moron or help me?" Sakura bit at him unconsiously patting down her bangs that hid the bruises on her forehead. Syaoran narrowed his eyes at her before turning the car off and getting out slamming the door in the process.

"One nothing Sakura." she muttered happily getting out and helping Syaoran with the baskets upon baskets upon baskets of clothes. This was not going to be fun.

OH MY GOD. Sakura was going to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee. This was killing her. She was currently sitting on the table, legs crossed and her hands behind her leaning against them. It took approximately half an hour to wash the clothes and they were almost done but she had just been sitting there for the entire time. Of course she had resorted to yelling and arguing with Syaoran about how to seperate the clothes and how much soap to put in and blah blah blah. She nearly had a heart attack when she found out he never did any laundry his entire life.

"Neither has Eriol, our moms did it." was his reply and he acted as if that was normal.

"You didn't even live with your moms how the hell did she do them?"

"She would come over with my aunt and clean everything up." This was what caused the yelling and arguing. It came to a point that a lady who was doing her laundry shoved all the clothes into her basket without folding it and rushed her small daughter out with her shooting wide eyed glances over her shoulder.

So now they were alone, and Sakura was out of breath from yelling and Syaoran? He was praying to God thanking him for shutting her the hell up. Syaoran sat in the uncomfortable chair looking around and rubbing his hands together showing his boredom. When his eyes landed unintentionally on Sakura and felt it, her eyes shot towards him and narrowed at the same time. Just when she opened her mouth to lash out at him something beeped causing both set of eyes to turn to the dryer. Glaring one last time she slid off the table and walked over to the machine opening it's door.

"Bring me that basket." she said with her head inside the dryer and actually saying it normally. Syaoran raised cocked a brow and looked at her oddly. However all he saw was her backside and he allowed himself to smirk while bringing over the basket.

She began dumping the clothes in and then brought it over the table where she dumped all of it and picked up random clothes, folding them. She was half way through folding her second shirt when she noticed Syaoran was still looking at a t-shirt confused. Sakura put down the shirt and looked to the side breathing deeply and then letting it out, trying to control herself before she strangled him, which really didn't sound so bad at the moment.

"Don't tell me you can't fold either." her blood pressure was probably sky high and then her head would explode off soon. Syaoran looked up at her frustration clear on his face because he couldn't figure out how the hell to do this and she was making him feel stupid. Something girls never made him feel, and honestly he wasn't liking it.

"Did I not just tell you that I have never in my damn life touched laundry." he said slowly for her to understand better.

"So your telling me that you've never put something on, didn't like it then put it back?" she leaned against the table and semi across it to get her point across.

"No!"

"So then what the hell did you do with it!"

"Throw it back in the drawers or leave it on the floor." There was a silence and all that was heard was the clock ticking which was three hours behind.

"Your kidding." she stated more than asked. Syaoran rubbed the back of his neck before replying.

"No." Sakura rubbed her forehead wincing at she touched the bruise.

"Okay. it's fine, it's fine." she said to herself before going beside him and picking up the shirt he dropped. She motioned him to get one as well and he did.

She then started to show him how to properly and simply, fold something. The first try looked like a five year old had done it so she made him do it again. Syaoran was in pure concentration mode, his forehead was creased and it looked like he was trying to difuse a bomb instead of folding a damn t-shirt. He was a bit shocked and surprised that she was talking to him nicely and with a smile on her face. It didn't bother him really that she was smirking at his inexperience with laundry but it wasn't a making fun kind, but like they shared a joke or something. He looked over to her and saw she reached just abover his shoulder and that she was still close from when she was helping him before. See, if this damned girl only acted like this all the time he wouldn't hate her as much, she did make life interesting but an annoying interesting. They might of been friends under different circumstances but since they were both thrown into this it was normal and there was no freakin way he was going to change to get along with this girl and willingly get married.

God. That word made him shiver. Marriage. Who the hell wanted it anyway? It was so confining, so suffocating and he was never one to stick around, he'd always been a free spirit, doing things the way he liked it. One by one he'd seen his and Eriol's friends hook up with girls, saying it wasn't serious and then boom, half of them are engaged and giving them sappy speeches about how they found that special person and marriage wasn't at all like they thought. Pathetic if you asked him. Going out to bars, drinking and picking up as many girls as possible sounded much more appealing. He inwardly sighed since this was making him fall asleep and the lazy buzz of the fan overhead wasn't helping, when he then reached into the pile and pulled something quite interesting.

He studied the black, lacy booty shorts and held it up slightly nodding his head in approval. He looked over to Shrimperella who hadn't noticed a thing since she was so engrossed in her folding. However, when she went to reach for the pile she noticed Syaoran smirking at her and gave him a confused look only then noticing what he held in his hands. Her face immediatly went tomatoe red and her eyes widened as she tried to snatch them away. Having quick relexes Syaoran put them out of her reach and chuckled at her embarresed and panicked face.

"Give them back." she said trying to control her blush and herslef.

"You know I never would of expected this from you, black and lacy. Wow, what a way to tease a guy."

"I said give them back." she repeated but he meerly turned his back to her and walked away slowly holding them up and stretching them.

"You know what they say about black and lace right? Maybe I should share a room with you and make a personal collection of these." he walked around the table with Sakura walking hurriedly behind him her arms shooting around his sides so she could reach them, but he kept them out of her reach.

He looked at the pile and found the matching piece, taking advantage of her being distracted he grabbed them. "And look at this the top half!" he enjoyed her gasp and her face turning even more red as she began jumping to get them. "Shit! Look at this. Lacy, black, semi see-through and extremly low cut? I can only imagine what they look like on those curves." he smirked looking her up and down to give it more effect and she opened her mouth and put her arms across her chest as if he could actually see through her clothes and punched him hard in the chest, causing him to actually wince.

"Your such an ass, mother fu-"

"Now, now, no talking like that sweetheart." he grinned imagining all the ways he could torture her with these. Heck he'd probably go through her drawers at home just to wave them around and get her pissed off again. He brought the undergarments to his cheek and smirked down at her. "Oooh they're still warm. If I close my eyes I can pretend that they just came off you."

Thats it with that last line all hell broke loose and Sakura went crazy. Syaoran meerly laughed as he ran around the small laundry mat and Sakura threw the small boxes of Tide soap at him, hitting a few times. The ride back home was not a pleasent one to say the least.

It had been around a month since they moved in and things had changed, not too drastically but they had changed. Tomoyo and Eriol actually liked each other, like technically they were dating now much to Sakura's dissapointment It wasn't that she didn't like the guy but she couldn't believe her friend had gone against her. Her and Syaoran were civil with eachother but they still had their days of wanting to kill eachother and they weren't exactly what you could call friends.They'd already been shopping for things for the house and it was almost fully furnished, plus the house warming party that was thrown for them helped them out a lot. They're washing machines had finally been delivered along with new stove, tables and bedroom sets, all that needed to be done was paint the house soon and it would pretty decent.

Tomoyo wanted to spend the day with Sakura so they were going out to lunch at this little cafe she happened to come across the other day. So using her powers of manipulation she asked Eriol for the keys to the car, which he handed over without much hassle. Typical, Sakura rolled her eyes as he leanded down and pecked her and she smiled all goofy. She grabbed her friends arm and dragged her out the door before Tomoyo decided to stay home. The drive wasn't long and by the time they were seated Sakura was in an excited mood.

"We need to talk Kura." Tomoyo said looking at her friend from across the table while sticking her fork into her salad.

"About what?" she asked then paused. "Is it something to do with couples again, cause if it is I will personally stab you in the eye with my fork." Tomoyo smirked while Sakura took a bite of her sandwhich trying to hide her own smirk.

"Honetly, no more jokes. You know things are getting serious with me and well, the reason why we picked the guys was to get married. And well," Tomoyo started hesitating no really sure how to put it to her friend. "we were thinking that maybe we should start acting like it." Sakura squinted at her friend because of the bright sun.

"I honestly have no idea what your trying to tell me hun." Tomoyo sighed in frustration.

"I'm moving out of the bedroom."

"What!" Sakura choked causing a few people to stop their conversations and look curiously at her. "Your moving out!"

"No, shh, shut up." Tomoyo whispered pulling her friends closer to the table and looking around them. "I said I'm moving out of the room, not house. It's nothing big."

"Nothing big, no not at all, even though you had to bring me here and have a serious talk with me, it's not big at all." she mocked sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms.

"Well I'm already moving all my clothes into my original room and Syaoran can put his in-"

"Exscuse me? What does he have to do with you leaving my room?" she interrupted.

"Well, where's he gunna sleep?"

"I don't care, it's his problem not mine."

"Sakura." she said frustrated as the waiter came with the bill. "It's not that big of a deal, it's not like you guys have to do anything."

"Tell that to him. And it's not even that, it's going to be weird having him in there, what if he walks in and I'm undressing or something?" Tomoyo waved it off like it didn't matter as she got up from her seat. "And he'll be next to me, everynight and when I wake up."

"Deal with it hunny. I'm getting serious about this whole marriage thing and your acting like some thirteen year old who thinks boys have cooties still. It'll be fine, trust me."

Yeah, trust me. Those were the words that landed Sakura with a semi-sorta boyfriend-fiancee and moving out of her house. It wasn't that she thought it was wrong to sleep in the same bed as a guy but it was different. She got home and went to her room only to find Syaoran in there heaps of clothes he was trying to fold and put in the drawers. He didn't notice her there and she smirked seeing him concentrating so hard and cursing whenever it came out funny looking. She shook her head and walked in causing him to look at her. Without saying anything she sat crossed legged next to him and began helping him fold his clothes. Just because they had to share didn't mean she had to deal with his clothes being messed up and she was all out of mean-ness for the day.

The next day Yelan and Naley called Sakura and Tomoyo to come over for some coffee and talk. Of course the girls couldn't refuse since well, it would be rude and they technically had to get to know their mother-in-laws sooner or later. Driving there was akward as Tomoyo glanced at the directions Eriol wrote on a napkin before they left. Sakura was probably ten times more nervous than Tomoyo since a) she didn't want anything to do with her son and b) she was basically going to have to lie about it and sit there like everything was leamon and gumdrops. By the time they entered the older women's driveway Sakura's hands were clammy and she had to constantly rub her palms on her jeans.

"Do I have to go in there?" she asked not knowing how much more she could handle. Last night with her new roomie had been extremely akward and she was actually contemplating sleeping in the living room again.

"Yeahp." Tomoyo replied turning off the car and grabbing her purse, stealing a glance at Sakura which stopped her. "It's fine, you already met them at your dad's party. We're just going to go in, have a coffee or two and talk a bit. They're old ladies, they can't do a lot." she smiled causing Sakura to catch the contagious smile.

"Fine, but this ain't gunna be fun."

They stood on the porch waiting for the women to answer the door when it opened revealing two woman who were the same. They smiled warmly gesturing them to come in and both girls did with tight smiles. The house was warm and had a cozy feel to it. The walls had pictures of both boys throughout the years along with many others. Sakura stopped by the pictures of Eriol and Syaoran which were of them in their highschool graduation. They looked the exact same except, smaller and less mature looking.

"Handsome, aren't they?" one of the women said, she wasn't sure yet as to who was who.

"Uh, yeah." she smiled again and followed the lady into the living room.

"Oh my God! Is that him!" cried out Sakura who was caught between laughing and well, bursting out laughing really loudly.

"Yes, yes. He was, bigger, as a child." Yelan tried to put nicely as Sakura and Tomoyo sat next to eachother lookng through the large family album.

"I'll say." Tomoyo replied peering closer at the picture. It was of Syaoran around perhaps, eleven years old and he was quite the butter ball. "You would never think he was chubby as a kid, like look at his cheeks!" she exclaimed pointing excitedly at the mini Syaoran.

"He hated it, so don't you girls ever mention it. Poor dear was tortured in school because of it." Naley said taking a sip of her coffee and adjusting her glasses. She handed over another picture and both girls squealed out in laughter.

"Thats Eriol!" Sakura cried out in much the same fashion as she did before.

"Ew, he's soooo skinny!" Tomoyo laughed out seeing the picture.

"No matter what that boy ate, he remained skin and bones. And those glasses! He doesn't need to wear them as much now since he got those, contact things but he was another one who was always made fun of in school."

Sakura stopped laughing for a minute and looked at the twins. She was confused at something. "No offense or anything, but how did they get the way they are now? You know..." she trailed off not exactly sure how she could say buff and hot without it sounding weird.

Yelan, the one without the glasses she figured out, also Syaoran's mom, put down her mug and inched herself closer on the edge of the couch.

"Well, Syaoran came home one day from school crying his eyes out and ran to his room. He refused to come down and eat. Eriol came over and told me what happened saying that the kids at school made a song about him." she screwed up her face a bit as if she was trying to remember something. "Something about the ground shaking and him coming so everyone had to run away. Something or other." she waved her hand in the air dismissing it. "Anyway, he then refused eating anything with sugar. Cokes, jellybeans, cakes cookies even apple juice. He was around fourteen. And he started heading to the gym, brought Eriol along and has stuck to that routine ever since. Dropped so much weight that he became really popular in school. Girls calling everyday, dates every weekend. It got quite annoying for a while."

"Figures." Sakura stated quietly continuing to look down at the picture.

"But he never stuck with them for long, never trusted any of those girls." she continued to sip her coffee.

"Why?" Sakura asked almost snorting.

"They were the same girls who made fun of him." she stared at Sakura who meerly stared back, her mouth becoming a small 'o'. "No doubt thats why he's like that, intimacy issues and all that." she immediatly brightened."But now that he has you, thats all changed now." she patted Sakura's hand before getting up and asking if anyone else wanted more.

By the time the girls got home it was already pretty late so they, in typical Sakura and Tomoyo style, they tried to stay quiet but ended up making a lot of noise. Tomoyo kept sushing Sakura loudly, both snorting into their hands and smacking the other to be quiet. Tomoyo went up stairs and Sakura told her she'd be up soon and that she wanted some water. She entered the kitchen thinking about the days events when she switched on the light and someone's yelled caused her to gasp loudly and drop her purse.

"Jesus Syaoran! What the hell are you doing in here sitting in the dark!" she said loudly but then lowered her voice. "Are you crazy?"

"I wanted some milk and my eyes were used to the dark." he rubbed his eyes then removed his hands, causing him to squint to show why he didn't turn the lights on in the first place.

She shook her head and grabbed a glass from the cupboard filling it with water from the kitchen sink. While Syaoran had the milk carton with him on the table. Frowning Sakura took the carton, ignoring Syaoran's protests even when he stalked after her, and placed it in the fridge.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to drink from the friggin' carton?" she said with her head in the fridge.

"I dunno. I tune you out all the time since you talk so damn much." she glared at his smug expression as she straightened. "So, where were you two today?" he asked curiously but trying not to make it obvious. She smiled before closing the door and heading back to the counter where her water was.

"Oh, nowhere." she said sweetly. "Just your mom's house." the smug expression dropped from Syaoran's face and was replaced on hers. Ha, how did he like it now that she had some stuff on him?

"What were you doing there?"

"Your mom called, wanted us to go over, you know without you guys." she continued smiling when he suddenly crossed the kitchen and told hold of her upper arm.

"What did you do there?" he asked sounding almost mad. And the way he was holding her arm, alright it didn't hurt or anything, but what it suggested was what got her pissed.

"Nothing." all traces of sweetness gone. "She just showed us some stuff, your old room, stories about ex-girlfriends. The usual."

"Why didn't I know about this?" well at least he didn't sound pissed anymore, but he was still grabbing her damn arm. There was no way she was sticking around with a guy who would turn out to be abusive. Hell no.

"Eriol knew." she was getting really irritated. She tried to shake her arm free but it was no use.

"Why didn't I?"

"Because he didn't tell you, I dunno, let me go." she pierced him with her meantest glare and he held it for a moment or two before sighing and letting her arm drop. "Next time you do that I will have no problem smashing your face into the counter." she smiled once again before heading out of the kitchen.

Syaoran sighed in frustration before running a hand through his hair where Sakura abruptly turned around.

"Oh, by the way. Your mom called you Pookie?" Syaoran's face blanched.

"You said it was usual stuff." his voice dropped lower and his jaw clenched, but inside his stomach was turning with anxiety, God knew what his mother and aunt, told her.

"Don't worry your secrets are safe with me my little Pookster." she qouted his mother and burst out laughing at Syaoran's embarressed face.

Revenge was most certainly sweet.

I feel theres something missing in this story, I'm not too sure so please help me figure out what the hell I'm doing wrong. I think I've changed my writing a bit, it seems more mature to me now that I read what I had before and what I do now.

Or maybe it's just wishful thinking. 8D whatever it is, it makes me feel smarrrtttttt (",) Anyways, chapters get more exciting now! woot, so stay tuned for the next chapters!