We're back at Tomoyo's house, and were all receiving makeovers, unfortunately. Sakura was first, and she had a denim dress with short sleeves and a thick brown belt with brown boots. The dress reached her knee. I hate Tomoyo for doing this to me, the makeover and putting Sakura in a dress like that.
Then Tomoyo put on a white halter silver sequence bead top with a matching skirt and a small white jacket with white slippers. Wow, Tomoyo looked great. Then it was my turn.
After much kicking and screaming, they dragged me behind a screen and took my shirt off. The wrestled me down and finally got me on the ground, with my back facing the ground.
"Gerrof me!"
"Psssh…no way!" Laughed Tomoyo, "Damn it, Syaoran, keep still!" she hollered. "That's it! You leave me with no other then choice then to do this Syaoran," she grabbed Sakura, who was watching with fascination in the corner. "Sakura, darl, sit on him for a moment."
What the frikkin hell? She is not going to sit on me; she is so not going to sit me on me, NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY!
She's sitting on me. Yup, that's right, Sakura Kinomoto is sitting on me, crossed legged and humming to herself.
"Dammit, you have killer abs Syaoran!"
5
4
3
2
1
MY BLUSH BOMG WENT OFF!
Actually it went off at one. Not at five. So
Neh.
"Sakura, stop flirting with Syaoran, jeez," laughed Tomoyo.
"TOMOYO!" We both yelled out.
The nerve of that girl…makes me wanna just-
"OWOWOWOWOWOWOWO!"
THEY ATTACKED MY HAIR!
I thought they liked my hair. Psh.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?"
"See this Syaoran? See it? It's a hair brush. We use hairbrushes to brush our hair when it gets too messy. And your hair is too messy." Said Tomoyo in a mock kindergarten teacher voice.
They've finally let me go. But they've pushed me behind a screen behind the dressing room. Tomoyo chucked me a white shirt with long sleeves and gave me a cool black sweater. I rolled up the sleeves and put on my dark jeans with my white converse sneakers.
I log rolled out and got up as I ninja posed. I winked at both of the girls as they giggled and both ruffled my hair.
MY HAIR
RUFFLE
ARGH
But you guys know I love it anyway.
"Okay guys; let's go 'kawaii klothes' shopping!" Came Tomoyo's voice.
'Kawaii Klothes' shopping. A horrible ritual I have to go through almost every weekend. What happens is this; we roll into the mall, and spend about five kabillion hours in there, during though ten hazillion nightmare of hours, Tomoyo gets Sakura to try on 'kawaii klothes' and does the same for herself. They both then prance about like skanky models and hookers, making obvious fun at them. It's so stupid because most guys just look at them and take them seriously.
And I always get the same question asked by Sakura, "How come you're not horney like them?" and I'd always say, "Aww, and I thought you liked me for my real self." It's so stupid and funny. And only if your there at the time. Which you guys aren't usually. Unless you stalk us. Or Sakura. Or Tomoyo. Or me. You don't, do you?
We walked to her car, when her bodyguards insisted on carting us off in Tomoyo's limo.
"I TOLD you James, no limo today. I just wanna go shopping with my best friends in a normal car, is that alright?" She was always uncomfortable of her wealth.
James replied in his ultra cool voice. "Yes ma'am."
Let me tell you about James. You know the James Bond movies you see, like 007 and stuff? He's a black version of James Bond, I swear. Oh, and he ALWAYS wears his black shades and HE always wears his suit. And he's bald.
He led us too Tomoyo's Purple Mazda RX8 and we climbed in at the back, while James drove as usual.
"This is gonna be torture," I whispered to Sakura.
"Torture? You seemed like you had fun last week," Said Sakura.
"Don't remind me…" I groaned.
Urm…last week. Well, last just say I got a bit high on the coke, not the drug coke, coz crack is whack, and I urm, had a little, fun, with, urm, acting, urm…hookerish.
I WAS DRUNK ON SOFT DRINK, OKAY?
Once we parked and went in the mall, we just casually drifted along in the crowd, going into shops. Every shop we went in, Tomoyo forced us to try on something.
"OOOH! Sak, try this on!"
Hey! I only called her Sak! Tomoyo can only call her Sack.
"Wow, its so pretty-"
"I can make something better," Tomoyo said as she eyed the top critically.
After an hour, we went to the cafeteria to eat, and man, am I starving! As soon as we sat down with some Nachos in front of us to share, someone sat next to me. One side was Sakura and the other side was-
"Natalie-err hi." Said Sakura. She looked bothered about something. I saw Tomoyo glare at Natalie, was there something I was missing here? Natalie smiled sweetly at me.
Okay scoop on Natalie. Natalie is a nice girl who is completely devoted to acting. She talks about drama in the day, with her friends, dammit; she even sings drama in her sleep. Drama is her mantra, whatever the hell mantra is.
She has grey smoky eyes and waist length bluish hair. She had talked to me a few times, after soccer practice, when I was always hot and sweaty. And smelly. Blagh, but the girls would always come quicker if I were sweaty after practice. I have no idea why. I mean, do girls even like hot and sweaty guys? Argh, why must the female species be so complex?
(A/N: Dumb.)
"Hi Syaoran!" She seemed nervous but happy. "Hey Kinomoto, Daidouji." She said nodding her head at both of them.
I smiled at her. "So, how you've been doing?"
Tomoyo threw me a disapproving glare then looked at Sakura. OH, Oh, Ohhh. I get it; Tomoyo doesn't want me even talking to Natalie in fear of hurting Sakura. Wait a second-
WHAT?
Sakura didn't even like like me, and I have my own life, I don't stop Sakura going out with people. As much as I have a HUGE crush on her, I wasn't the overprotective type, like her dad. NO wait he isn't overprotective, one GOOD example would be Touya. If anyone is overprotective, it's Touya. Damn it, he's so annoying. He thinks I'm going to try and rape Sakura. How stupid is the guy?
I turned my attention back to Natalie.
"So I was wondering-" Oh dear Lord, Tomoyo was still glaring at Natalie, as if Natalie had done something to her 'Sakura-Chan'.
Natalie continued, "I was wondering, if you weren't doing something this next Saturday, um, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me?" She asked, looking at me hopefully.
I wasn't going to be mean and so no, so why not? Yeah, I'll go. Besides, I don't want to embarrass the poor girl, who looks heaps frightened. I'm just not like that, sorry. One movie, just as long as she doesn't ask me again.
"Yeah, alright. Do you wanna meet up here, or do you want me too pick you up?"
She lit up. I dunno what Tomoyo hated about her. I glanced at Sakura; she was just sipping her coke. Looking around at other people. When one evil fulker mouthed to her;
'How're you going?' He was this tall guy with blonde hair and brown eyes. I watched Sakura as she smiled back and mouthed 'I'm fine.' Didn't he know that she had a frikkin' boyfriend?
Stupid Akira Zu. He's an ugly git.Well not ugly whatever! About Akira. He's this Dennis Leary wannabe, which is completely gay, and he likes to party hard. Like, real hard. Okay, you know those 'I'm-such-a-rebel-and-i-think-I'm-cool-because-i-wear-a-leather-jacket-and-drive-a-motercycle-and-i-fail-everything type of people, he's one of them. I wonder how Sakura got with him. Or how he got with Sakura, I've never asked and never will.
I saw Tomoyo give the guy a glare, then glare at Sakura, then glare at me.
What the fuck was it, some sort of table where you just randomly glare at random people, who incidentally were flirting with you and if someone else asks you out do you still glare at them?
Sheesh people
I turned my attention back to Natalie..
"I'll meet you here at six thirty then? Is that alright?' She smiled at me.
"Yup, and I'll pay for the tickets-"
"And I'll get the slushies" She interrupted and smiled.
"Okay then" I said as I chuckled too exuberantly. She flounced off the chair and waved a goodbye to me.
"You hate slushies, don't you Syaoran?" asked Sakura. See? This girl knows me inside out.
I heard myself groaning. "Do they just do that? I mean the fan chickies, do they just roll up and ask randomly like that?"
"Get used to it, coz there's a whole lot of where that's coming from, trust me, I've seen them!" She chuckled. "Well at least now the rest of them know that you've settled down, they'll leave you alone. But that's only show. You should hear how they talk about you in the ladies Syaoran!"
"What do they say?"
"How hot you are, how smart you are, how cool you are, they just go on a major fanfaronade!"
"Fanfaronade? I am crushed."
"Now but seriously. They do."
"I can't believe they talk about me that way. No one's done that for years!"
"Not to your face…" She giggled. "I'm gonna go get some drinks for us, I'll be right back,"
As soon as she left, Tomoyo attacked me with questions, but not in front of Sakura, in a more discreet way, she texted me.
What the hell? I thought you had a MASSIVE crush on Sakura. Oh, and do not look at me, pretend this message is from Meilin or something…
"Is Sakura going over to Akira's house after?" She asked.
I can see other people, can't I? She's a nice girl Tomoyo, you know I'm surprised Meilin hasn't texted recently, not that I'm complaining…
"Yes, she is, for a while actually. He's got something 'big' planned for her."
I guess so, well yeah, so does this mean you're over Sakura?
"Have you heard about the rumors about Akira being gay?" She asked me.
Fuck no…
"Yeah, I have actually. But I don't reckon they're true, and even if he does turn out to be gay, does anyone really care?"
Okay…so can I continue with my plans?
"Nah, but if he hurts Sakura in any way,"
I never agreed with your dumb plans in the first place!
"He's got some major explaining to do,"
But you like the plans, coz you get to be closer to Sakura, and you know what I mean!
"HAHAHHA!"
Don't look so smug! FINE YES, OKAY! GO ON WITH YOUR DUMB PLANS! Just don't do them on Saturday on my date!
"Shut up!"
So you do like my plans, I am a genius! I have another confession from you Syaoran; these text messages are hard proof!
"YES I WIN! In-in snowboarding! Yeah, in the snowboarding game on, on my phone, Ohohohohohoh!" She said nervously.
Fuck you…
"You're such a shit bull shit artist…"
Goodbye Syaoran
"Fine, I'll just show Sakura, what I've been doing lately-SA"
DON'T YOU DARE SHOW THESE TEXT MESSAGES TOO SAKURA!
"Okay, whatever. You're a perfect bullshit artist. Happy?"
SUFFER…now bye, otherwise I'll show Sakura these text messages pronto!
"Look, she's coming!"
I'll be good…
"Is that cherry soda I see?"
See? I'm reduced to beg Tomoyo by phone. She is horrible; she is always blackmailing me…always!
Now where back at Tomoyo's place. We're watching Bridget Jones's Diary- the Edge of Reason, and I'm almost asleep. It's such a chick flick, its soo boring, gimme some Angelina Jolie action any day!
Ring Ring
It's Sakura's cell
Ring Ring
"Oh, it's Akira!" She squealed happily. "See ya around!"
"Wait, Sakura, if you decide to come back here, don't go to my house. Coz my mothers entertaining some important guests, okay?"
"Sure, I'll go straight home anyway."
"I'm gonna go too. I'm dead bored watching Bridggget Joones." I hugged both the girls goodbye and walked home.
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I'm in my bedroom right now, and it's pouring down. I'm just lying on top of the bed at the moment, reading a book. Trying to distract my mind from what Akira and Sakura could possibly be doing now. Could they be making out, what if they went further?
No, they couldn't be because Sakura told me herself, that she's saving herself for someone special.
Damn that special person.
BANG!
What the hell?
I jumped off my bed, as but I kind off tumbled down, because I lost my footing. I can hear my thumping noises and sniffling.
"Syaoran, its me," Came Sakura's nasally voice. Don't get me wrong, her voice isn't usually nasally. But when it is, it means that she's been crying. Oh and how did she get in? Well don't think I'm stupid, because I didn't keep the door unlocked, but I gave both the girls spare keys, incase they ever needed anything.
She poked her head into my bedroom door. Her are all red, her posture isn't tall and straight anymore, it's kind of limp. Her face is stained with tear trails. "Come here, you." I said to her, as I patted my bed.
She ran flung her arms around my neck and held on super tight. Crap, it kinda really hurts, but she's obviously in more pain then I am, so it doesn't matter, really. She continued crying, just sobbing, and hiccupping, and wailing. She sniffed, and sneezed and coughed.
"Sakura, you haven't been walking in the rain, have you?" I asked her.
She nodded as she sneezed again. I think I good cup of hot chocolate and some new clothes will do her good. And my bed and a snugally pillow. Oh, and one of those thermal thingies and it makes you warm.
I went over to my cupboard, and pulled out a tee shirt, some pants, and a turtle neck for her to wear. I then pulled out a towel.
"Here," I said as I handed her he clothes and the towel, "change into my drier clothes, and wrap this towel around your head. I'll go get you're a thermal thingy and a nice hot chocolate, with marshmallows. Okay, so you get changed now"
I went downstairs and made the hot chocolate. I wonder what's wrong. What if Akira made a move on her or something, and she backlashed? I stirred the hot chocolate a bit more and added in the soft marshmallows.
What if they broke up? I stuffed a marshmallow into my mouth and carried the thermal thingy and the now two hot chocolates upstairs and into my bedroom.
I went inside and placed the hot chocolate on the bed side able. Sakura's in my bed right now all tucked up and safe. She sat up and looked at me.
OWWW
She's giving me another hug now. "Thank you Syaoran, thank you! I love you so much, you're the best!"
What the-
"He used me! He played me like a doll! I thought we had something special, he told me he was crazy about me!"
"Sakura, what happened?"
"He's gay, Syaoran, gay!"
I couldn't help it, I gasped, "No way!"
Oh wait, totally heart broken Sakura here.
"Why don't you tell me what happened?"
"Well, he had always been denying he was gay Syaoran, always. That's why he got rejected by he's dad so much, and that's when the image thing came about. He felt like he had to be a bit manly to make his dad pleased."
"Continue" I coaxed.
"And then rumors started flying about, you know about his sexuality, and I guess it got too much for him. So he decided to go out with me, to you know, prove he wasn't gay."
I am so shocked. But, I still feel sorry for the dude.
"I just happened to be in the right place at the right time," She said sadly. "And so tonight, the rumors really got to him. And he started freaking out. And then he kissed me, but it wasn't an ordinary kiss, he forced me against the wall, and, then I told him to stop and snap out of it."
She broke down here. I couldn't just sit there and watch her cry, so I pulled her into my lap and held her close. She cried more and more, burying her face into my neck and chest.
"You just cry okay, just cry,"
"And then, he ran outside. I followed him, and he told me. Told me everything." She cried more here.Her sniffly wails were muffled against my chest.
"I just feel like such a tool, I can't believe I was so stupid…" She whispered into my neck.
"Sakura," I said firmly. "What's over is over. And you can only look towards the future now. But you know you did help someone today."
"How?" She asked me.
"You helped him regain his confidence about him being gay. I mean how he played you was totally wrong, if it were some other excuse I'd go over and beat him right up, but you changed him. Can you see where I'm going?"
"Yeah. I did change someone. And would you really beat them up? For me?" She asked me.
"In a heart beat"
Ans she hugged me even tighter, if that were possible.
Oh look! I've updated!
So, have you guys checked ouy my new fanfiction story?
Darling, you must!
I have a great idea!
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Just an idea.
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