Disclaimer: I don't own CCS or any songs I mention!

Author: Alleycat

Story: Purely Coincidental

She was a free spirit and he a successful business man. She didn't care for love and he didn't have the time for it. Two strangers meet in an empty movie theater and nothing is ever the same.

Author's Note: It soooo short and I am sorry. I hope this ties you over and sorry it had to happen.

Chapter 8

"And suddenly, I become part of your past

I'm becoming the part that don't last

I'm losing you and it's effortless"

~Fray, "Over My Head"

FIFTH FRIDAY: April 8

Sakura stretched and opened a bleary eye at the alarm clock. She sat up to turn it off and grabbed her phone and flipped it open. Sure enough, there was a message from Syaoran.

Good morning. I hope you enjoy your strawberry scone. I wish I could join you.

She giggled happily at the formal text and climbed out of bed.

"I must say you've been in a extremely good mood since your birthday," Tomoyo remarked when Sakura walked in living room.

"I'm always in a good mood," Sakura defended, hiding her phone out of view.

Tomoyo tutted, "I might have to start decorating your phone to your outfit because you're always holding it."

Sakura opened her mouth to argue when Tomoyo interrupted her, "I laid out your outfit today. I'll see you later."

She grabbed the rose colored dress and cream heels, ready to start the day.

"Did you ever give Li my number?" The brunette from two weeks ago asked when Sakura reached the counter.

"He's still out of town," She grimaced. "I'll be sure to give it to him when he gets back."

"Don't you talk to him?" She asked rudely. "Give it to him now! Guys like that don't stay single very long!"

Sakura agreed and went to hand her the money when the barista waved it away.

"Just please give him my number," She begged.

Her pleas were so desperate that as soon as she sat down, Sakura had her phone out. She wasn't sure how to approach him.

I know someone who likes you…

His response was instantaneous.

Do you?

She laughed out loud. He seemed interested but maybe he still needed some buttering up.

Yes, she's very pretty.

That is a compliment coming from you. Describe her.

She has brown hair and wears green a lot.

I like brown hair and the color green. It is my favorite color.

She sees you every Friday.

There was no response and Sakura was convinced he was in a meeting when her phone began ringing.

"Hello?"

"Sakura?" He asked nervously.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"About that girl," He cleared his throat. "The women you said liked me?"

"What about her?"

She wasn't trying to be mean but her class was about to start. The only reason she answered was because her teacher hadn't arrived yet.

"I can't help but think that you were talking-"

"I knew you'd figure her out!" She cried triumphantly and slumped when her classmates glared at her. "I'll text you her phone number."

"But don't I already have-"

The teacher bustled in and began writing on the board.

"I'll talk to you later!"

As soon as class was over she turned her phone on and texted him the number, her name, and an apology for hanging up on him.

"And he still hasn't responded?" Tomoyo asked as she stirred the pot.

She was making some type of pasta with chicken when Sakura came home and asked her opinion. It had been bothering her that he never responded. Sure, he might be in a meeting but he always text her some type of something. Her phone had been silent in the past five hours.

"Maybe he lost service," Sakura offered from her barstool.

"I don't know," Tomoyo said politely, sure that she knew the real reason.

Sakura picked up on her tone, "Tell me."

"Don't you think that your clues could be misconstrued?"

"What do you mean?"

Tomoyo sighed loudly and faced her friend. "You gave him the wrong impression."

"What do you mean?" Sakura repeated, still no closer to understanding the situation.

"He thought you referring to yourself."

"What?" She stood in indignation. "No he didn't!"

"Look at your clues," Tomoyo turned the stove off before facing her friend. She grabbed her hands, "I'm not trying to be mean but brown hair and the color green? Who else could it be?"

Sakura ripped her hands out of Tomoyo's grip to cover her mouth. "You can't mean that he thinks I like him, can you?"

"That's exactly what I mean," Tomoyo replied, frustrated.

"But I don't," She said dully, falling back into her seat.

"Are you sure?" Tomoyo asked suspiciously.

"Positive."

Tomoyo knew she was telling the truth. Or what she thought the truth was. If you don't acknowledge something, then it doesn't exist. And because she was her best friend, she wasn't about to let her live in denial.

"I see you around him. You light up, you touch him, and you miss him! Miss I-hate-texting hasn't been without her phone since her birthday! I've never seen you like this," She deflated. "It has to mean something."

"I feel the same way about you!" Sakura argued with a stiffened spine. She seemed to get the strength that escaped Tomoyo. "Am I in love with you? Or my family?"

"You've known us your whole life," Tomoyo threw her hands up in the air. "And it takes you days to respond to your family. Why are you so scared of being in love?"

"It's not like that," Sakura told her again. "We're just friends."

And because Tomoyo wasn't making any progress, she let it go.

"Fine," Tomoyo agreed, sighing heavily. She grabbed two plates and added the pasta to them. She handed one to Sakura before sitting down at the kitchen table and fixed her best friend with an intense stare.

"Then watch your actions around him. Just make sure you're not giving him the wrong idea."

It wasn't their first argument but it was their first silent dinner.

Sakura cried herself to sleep that night.

The doubts plagued her.

Am I giving him the wrong idea?

SIXTH FRIDAY: April 15

She had let her phone die and never bothered to charge it. It was too much of a risk, hearing the text message noise or his ring tone and ignoring it.

Sakura didn't know how to act around him anymore.

She was herself and gave him the wrong idea. What could she do?

SEVENTH FRIDAY: April 22

"You woke up late again?" Tomoyo asked incredulously when she saw Sakura in her half sleep state.

"Yeah?" She shrugged and shuffled toward the refrigerator.

Tomoyo hesitated, "Is everything alright?"

She shut the fridge and faced her friend. She smiled brightly, "I've never been better."

EIGHTH FRIDAY: April 29

Tomoyo jumped at the sound of someone at the door.

Even though it was early in the morning, she was still creeped out by the heavy knock. Debating on whether or not to ignore it, she got up and made her footsteps as light as possible. She peeked at the eye hole and relaxed when she saw the familiar midnight blue hair.

She stood up straight and fixed her hair before swinging open the door.

"Hey Hiiragizawa," She smiled and placed herself awkwardly at the door.

"Is Kinomoto around?" He asked with a tight smile.

"She left early," Tomoyo gestured for him to come inside.

He walked inside, "Good."

Tomoyo was a little more than confused. "What's going on?"

He sighed loudly and collapsed. "I was hoping you would know."

She sat down on the couch next to him.

"Syaoran's been freaking out, what happened between them?"

Tomoyo paled.

"He says that she won't take his calls. Her phone's always off."

"What?" Her hands shook as she avoided his eyes.

"Yeah, he's half ready to fly here and ruin a great business deal." He stood up, strengthened by his speech and began pacing. "I thought she was good for him but now she's destroying everything he's worked for."

Tomoyo wanted to tell him it was her fault and explain what she was really trying to do. He did not appear to notice her anymore as he tore a hole in the carpet.

He stopped suddenly and stared at her.

She jumped almost as if he could read her mind. Right now, she wasn't so sure he couldn't.

"Tell me what's going on," He demanded.

"I'll fix it," She promised because she had to. It was her fault the whole mess had started. She could ruin a huge corporation for her pushing.

"Really?" He asked, giving her an awed stare.

She nodded and before she knew what was going on, he shoved a ringing phone in her face. "What-" She began but stopped when she heard Li's desperation.

"Is she alright? What did she say?"

"Li?"

"Daidouji?" He responded, just as confused.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Is Sakura okay? I've been so worried." His voice cracked.

"She's fine," Tomoyo could almost feel the guilt suffocating her.

He cleared his throat, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," She assured him. "We've had an argument that's all."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," She told him with determination.

She would fix this.

I won't be able to update til at least after October 19. I skipped studying and paper writing to get this out. I hope it was worth it lol.