Paint what you see.

That's what my out-of-school art teacher said to me yesterday.

Just because I added in a pineapple, to even up the scale of the drawing, I get told off. Paint what you see.

It was so embarrassing, she gave me a talk about 'painting what I see', and in my case there was no pineapple in the fruit bowl.

IT'S A FRIKKIN' PINEAPPLE!

So, of course I was utterly humiliated, but I will try a bit better to paint what I see.

"Tzhose grapes are reelly terrrific, Syaorrran, but are zhey all perfectly oblong? Are zey all perfectly ripe? You're not supposed to bee painting vhat you tink iz tzthere, your painting vhat iz tzhere."

Sorry, couldn't resist mimicking her.

So as I'm making my way to school, walking for once, because I don't want to create a scene with my limo. But is doesn't matter anyway, because either way, I do got noticed, especially by the female population.

I happened to spy a pretty, young brunette girl with fine legs, and realized it was Sakura. Duh. So, slowly, very slowly, I made my way over to her, and snaked my arms around her waist, brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered;

"Guess who?"

"Hey Syaoran" She said happily as she turned around and gave me a hug.

So a part of me is to blame. I start everything by being intimate with her, just as friends. And then she gets all happy, puts on her pretty smile and hugs me.

And that's when I blush.

See? It is all my fault. And then it becomes harder to keep my emotions in, because she's so darn loveable. It's hard and painful, being around her, I have to control myself, and my isonomic blushes, but the truth has to come out sometime, and that's what I'm afraid of. I don't know when and where I'm going to tell her, but I kinda want to tell her before graduation.

Yeah, before graduation.

Wait, do I really want to tell her? I mean what if it just totally wrecks our friendship, and she never, ever, ever, talks to me again?

Oh great, now I'm confused. Thanks a bunch conscious, you stupidface.

Being just best friends with Sakura, is better then being no friends with Sakura, That's my mantra.

Just then an extremely happy Tomoyo came bounding towards us, waving her video camera at us, as Sakura and I broke from our hug.

"OH MY GOSH!KKKKAAAAWWWAAAIIIIII! I GOT THAT ALL ON CAMERA TOO! OH MY GOSH…OH MY GOSH!"

Yup, this is how Tomoyo greets us every morning.

Every. Single. Morning.

She has the whole school terrorized; Principle Inishitaro won't even put her in detention because of her screaming, because he's pretty much scared she'll yell his ear off, and blackmail him with the footage she got of him and one of the other female teachers. Nudge Nudge.

Yep, blackmail.

If you think that Tomoyo is a sweet, young, bright girl, with an amazing singing voice; you have no idea how wrong you are.

In real life, Tomoyo is a conniving, continuously plotting, evil, matchmaker little bit-

I won't say.

"Hi Syaoran, hi Sakura. OH MAN! I kinda wish I hadn't interrupted." Then she smiled and gave me a knowing look.

Tomoyo's knowing look, is lethal. Unfortunately, it's only ever lethal for me, because Tomoyo always ends up embarrassing me afterwards about our 'kawaii' moments, and EVERY time she does that, she ALWAYS would give a 'knowing' look beforehand.

Her knowing look is just as bad as she is.

"So, I was thinking…"

Give the woman a prize.

"…that you guys should totally audition for Cinderella, but you know, the fractured version, COZ YOU TWO ARE THE CLOSEST THINGS TO A CINDERELLA-AND-HER-PRINCE-COUPLE I HAVE EVER SEEN!" She squealed. Loudly.

"Tomoyo, I don't think that the people way down in Australia heard you, yell a little louder next time."

My cheek earned me a punch on the arm. Owie. How can someone, oh sorry, let me correct myself, how can something so much shorter then me, hit me so-

Wait.

No way.

No frikkin' way.

"Tomoyo," I heard my voice croak, as I pointed at her. "You've, you've…"

"WHAT?" She yelled at me.

"You've grown." I said quietly. "And so have you Sakura, you're both up to my eyebrows now. And that's saying something. Nice going!" I said happily.

"What, we have?" Said Sakura, as she stood next to Tomoyo properly and checked for herself.

"Oh, wow, you're right Syaoran!" Then she stood in front of me, and I glanced at Tomoyo who grinned and pulled out her camera. Bloody psychic.

Because as soon as Sakura stood in front of me, she was suddenly alarmingly close. I mean, really close. I could fully see her face and everything, without even slightly tilting my head a bit.

Her mouth was so damn close to mine, and at the same height too. Her eyes were level with mine, and I swear our noses brushed briefly before she stepped away from my face.

I sighed inwardly. Saved. Tomoyo still had that goofy grin on, and was still taping.

"Syaoran, are you ok?" asked Sakura.

"Urm…urm" I said as I heard my voice breaking, ­how embarrassing… "Yeah…"

My head was spinning slightly, while everything else started revolving the opposite way and I was not breathing properly;

But yeah, I'm cool.

She stepped up to me again, as my heart beat increased dramatically. My face started to flush, and my stomach churned. The back of my head was spinning, as I inhaled the smell of Sakura.

She always smells like Sakura Blossoms, ironically.

She examined my face and put the back of her hand against my cheek.

"You're all red…" she murmured thoughtfully. I felt my skin against her hand burn. It wasn't just my face that was burning, but my body felt strangely prickly and hot, and I felt like I needed to get out of my skin.

Was I being Horney?

I stared into her eyes, with a curios look, "Are you sure you're okay?" She stepped back and turned around, so I couldn't see her face.

"You just seem out of it. That's all."

I could still only see the back of her head, as she brought her hand up to her face, "Tomoyo, turn that darn thing off, will you?"

When I looked over at Tomoyo, however, she had a look of pure shock on them. Unbelievable, pure shock.

She then smiled. A big broad smile. She turned towards me and squealed and started jumping up and down.

"Um..I gotta go! Cya!" Said Sakura before running away. I would've gone after her, but you don't know how fast that girl can run.

Me and Sakura have silly little races all the time, and every time, Sakura wins. BUT, there was this time at band camp when I won, but that's only because she tripped over somebody's oboe lying around on the ground.

"What was that all about?" I asked Tomoyo, who was still squealing. I was pretty irritated. I mean, I always know what's going around me, always. Except when it comes to Sakura.

And girly things.

Cough. Cough.

Periods.

COUGHING FIT!

"You okay Syaoran?" asked Tomoyo, studying my sudden coughing fit.

"No, no I'm fine. So what's up with Sakura?"

"Oh you won't believe it" She smiled. Her face was gleaming, her eyes shining.

"Sakura was-"

But I didn't get a chance to know what Sakura doing, because the bell rang. It has a tendency to do that you know. Interrupt person A telling person B something so majorly important, that it could possibly help person B ask out his best friend, person C.

Yeah, it does that.

We ended up hurrying to English together, and still Tomoyo didn't peep a word. We were slightly panting when we reached T7; having climbed four flights of stairs, because we'd both had forgotten our lift passes.

"You're late! Mr. Li, Ms. Daidouji, I except better from both of you. Now take your seats!" snapped Mr. Mitchell from his position behind the desk.

Tomoyo and I rushed to our seats, and I quickly gave Sakura a smile.

To my surprise, she kinda went red, so her bangs covered her eyes, looked at her desk and sunk in her chair.

What was that about?

I suddenly remembered the times when I would saunter past, giving her a miserable time in grade four, just so I could get the cards before her. She's probably scared of me, but why?

Tomoyo sat on the right of Sakura, and I sat behind Sakura. I held my head in my hands, pondering why and how I could've made Sakura scared. Maybe it's the way I said hi to her, maybe I was too bold?

What had I done?

I noticed two slips of paper flying at my head. I opened them both, one was from Tomoyo and one was from Sakura.

Welcome back Mr. Li :)-That's Sakura's. I breathed sigh of relief. She wasn't mad, or scared of me. Thank God. I quickly threw her a smile as she turned around and grinned at me.

The second was Tomoyo's - Sakura was blushing, that's why she ran off.

I frowned as I replied back - So?

So? Whadya mean so? Don't you know what this means?"KAWAII!"

No, what the hell are you on about?

OMG, YOU ARE SOO STOOPID!

This is the reason why I don't get girly things.

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Aww…Syaoran is so cute…

Can you just imagine him saying;

"And one time, at band camp…"

Kawaii desu ne?