"—yah and then he was like what was it your friend called you? Sacha? 'Cos you know you always say that to me and then I was like ohmigod it's a secret and he was like no tell me I'll show you something and I didn't believe him right? 'Cos like, yah, and— "

"Sakura, I can't understand a word you're saying," May said with a yawn, sitting on her bed in her pajamas.

"—so we went to this CLIFF right? Ooh! It was so scary, he had his hand covering my eyes and—"

What is this girl saying? She wakes me up at like 8 am to rant on about some…boy. Oh god I'm so tired. Blah blah blah…

"Uh…Sakura…"

"—and I told him. I was like Sakura…and he's like Sakura Avalon in that voice and—"

"Sakuuurra!"

"—kissed me." Silence.

"June. Repeat that."

"Syaoran. Kissed. Me." Followed by a high-pitched scream. Sakura flopped onto her bed with a huge grin on her face. "Can you believe that?"

"Oh. My goodness. June you should've called me yesterday or something. So are you guys official now or what?" June giggled in response.

"Oh I hear my parents," May whispered. "Call me later. I want all updates."

"Oh, and I'm happy for you!" She added, then the line went dead.

She sat in front of her mirror trying to arrange her hair. Why won't it cooperate? Why now? She sat frustrated and let down the hair ties and shook her head, tousling her hair messily with her hands. Whatever. She slammed open her closet, and sighed.

After what seemed like forever, June was finally finished choosing her outfit, which was an ordinary one, after dozens of tries. She sat in front of the mirror and stared at herself. She was Syaoran's girlfriend? Me?? She thought to herself with an exasperated expression. She pointed to her reflection, Yes you. And gave a sultry grin. Then a pout. A smile. A laugh. An angry frown. She puffed out her cheeks and nodded to herself. Okay June, ready?

"Put on a show why don't you." She flipped around, her hair getting into her face. Her eyes widened and then glared.

"TorRYY!" her voice climbing higher. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" He laughed at her and she sighed, just give in now June.

"Where are you going anyway?" he asked offhandedly. "You look…" Nice? Nice right? Great, say great…

"Different." Her head dropped. "Nice just-got-out-of-bed-with-PJs look." And he left the room and she fumed, flipping back to her reflection.

"Oh my god I have to change."

AND EVERY TIME WE TOUCH I FEEL THE STATIC AND EVERY TIME. . .

She jumped at the heavy drumbeat and belted melody of her ring tone, vibrating on her desk. Call display: Syaoran. No…NO.

"H-hello?" she squeaked.

"Hey." That all too familiar voice filled her ears, she'd missed it…Syaoran. She could picture his brown eyes looking at her, with that expression, the scowl she loved. "June?"

"Y-yah?" she squeaked again, caught off guard…again.

"I'm here okay? Come outside. I missed you." She bit her lip, a smile coming on.

"I—" but he had already hung up. –missed you too. Her face reddened even though no one heard her mistake, she hoped. That little…cutting me off… she muttered to herself and headed downstairs, self-conscious about how she looked.

She got into his car and he smiled at her, and her at him.

"You what?" She gave him a questioning look. "You were saying something, sorry I hung up too quickly." Her eyes slitted and she let out a little 'humph'.

"I'm not saying it anymore, its your fault."

"Noo say it," he said playfully, she turned to the window. He leaned over, trying to get a look at her face, "you missed me? You love me? You—" She turned her head to tell him off and their eyes met, their faces almost touching. She backed away a bit, her head against the window, eyes widening, face reddening. They stayed there for a while, a slow smile coming to his face. She started to say something, to break the silence, awkwardness—on her part—but quickly realized her voice wouldn't come out. And he kissed her again.

Once he backed away, he looked into her eyes again. "You look beautiful, Sakura." Her head spinning, her heart drumming against her chest, she couldn't reply.

So this is what it feels like to be in love. Time speeds up, you're scared your heart will give you away each time, you find yourself longing for him, never seeming to get enough…of that voice, that face, that person. I miss him already. She put the pen to her mouth and smiled, in a daze.
AND EVERY TIME WE TOUCH I FEEL THE STATIC AND EVERY TIME. . .

She groaned loudly. She clumsily felt around her bedside table, knocking over a few things to shut up that stupid annoying vibrating singing…thing. Reminder to self, destroy cell phone.

"Yes?" she said, not attempting to hide her annoyance.

"Hello??" she repeated, a little louder, angrier. And then a dead line. What the. She looked incredulously at her cell phone. Unknown caller?! 10 am?! Who would wake her up this early for no reason, those clueless people can't respect a girl's beauty sleep…She flopped around in her bed and sat up with a growl. This is not going to be a good day. She could hear the patter hitting her window. Great. Rain.

It was 11 am and she was just eating breakfast, summer finally kicking into her sleep habits. Then the doorbell rang…rather impatiently, nudging her nerves again. She went and pulled open the door with all her annoyance directed at it. Ohmigosh.

And there was her prince with a bouquet of flowers in the rain. He smiled at her from behind his hair, dripping over his eyes, holding out the flowers. She froze for a moment and then jumped into a hug, pushing him back with her weight. The flowers crushed between them, she stayed there, her head on his chest, and soaked up the rain; the smell of the droplets mixed with the flowers. He was surprised; he had to admit, at June's outburst. She pulled back and looked into his face, she kissed his cheek and turned downwards quickly, embarrassed. He laughed and sweeped her into his arms. She leaned against his shoulder, both oblivious to the rain, only aware of themselves and each other.

"I love you." She said, barely audibly. But he heard. And the slow smile appeared on his face.