Look, so what if I'm super happy she's broken up with her boyfriend? So what? Who cares, I say! I mean come on, she was only dating him for what? Two years? And it isn't her fault he lied to her, used her to defend his sexuality…

Oh Dear.

Ok, okay, okay, fine! I'll pretend to be sympathetic towards her! I didn't know you girls could be so touchy…it's your stupid hormones, isn't it? You may as well know what happened the rest of night…please, PLEASE refrain saying kawaii :

Oh, Sakura stayed the night, in my bed; we slept head to toe, like in old days, when she slept over. But she did end up at the end of the bed with me, and she was crying in her sleep too. What could I do? I cuddled her. She's so helpless sometimes, it's so sad. But she can be a mighty bitch if you really get her worked up. Like, before we became best friends, and before I fell in love with her.

It was nothing at first, just the occasionally glare, a poke in the back, or ribs, Then came the taunts and teasing, the name calling, and trying to embarrass her in public. I know, I know! I was a jerk, alright?

Fine, I wasn't just a jerk…more of a-

"Bastard child," Sakura suddenly said to me.

MOTHER OF –

When did she wake up? I realized I was hugging my pillow, and not Sakura. Damn it! It was just all the dream, just the I-was-hugging-Sakura-in-my-bed, bit. Because if she really didn't break up with her boyfriend, I would be like-

OHMYGOD! YOU'RE STILL WITH YOUR GAY BOYFRIEND?

"What is this? Are you trying to break a record and wake up early? Call the Guinness Book of records people, we have a winner!" I yawned.

Oh yeah. In case you didn't get the hint, I was a bastard child. Sakura's enough proof to back me up. Bastard child. Bastard child. I was a BASTARD CHILD.

Because I had serious issues man, I was such a beast, that it makes me laugh now. Isn't it funny? How people can make you change in the amazing ways?

"Shut up! I'm still tender," She choked on a few dry tears.

I wrapped the thick blanket around me, and drew it up to my chest. I hate to see her cry, it really kills. So even if I have to get out of bed for her-

OUCH

OHDEARJESUS

HOLYMOTHEROF

AARRGGHH

"I still can't believe it!" She said as she jumped on me and cried her pretty eyes out. " I thought he loved me! I thought he thought that I was special! I thought he cared for me! Not Kenny Lee!"

You have no idea how uncomfortable I feel right now…

Because right now, as I'm laying poker stiff in my bed, Sakura's on top of me, and her arms are wrung tightly around my neck. She's also got her face in my neck! Crying! Sobbing!

Jesus…Jesus Christ…oh dear…

"Syaoran!" I felt myself being shaken.

"Syaoran, wake up you bastard child!" I opened my eyes slowly. The world went in and out of focus. Everything started spinning and I focused in on Sakura.

I suddenly rolled over and I heard a 'thump'.

Oops.

I leaned over and saw Sakura sprawled on the floor, rubbing her head. "You bastard child," She laughed.

"What happened?" I touched my throat, because my voice had suddenly gone foggier.

"You passed out!" She laughed.

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So, I'm still trying to get my head around the whole passing out situation.

HOWCOULDI?

I mean…I passed out, because my best friend was on top of me?

I know you guys think it's stupid…but when you're going through the later stages of puberty, everything seems much, much more….erm, noticeable.

And everything seems to get hornier.

"I can't believe you passed out! Way to ruin a perfectly romantic moment," Laughed Sakura as she reached over to get my maple syrup for her pancakes.

"Oh, very romantic," I said, as I tugged the syrup back. "You were crying all over me," I smiled at her. She tugged the maple syrup back. I stretched my arm across to her and the maple syrup when the doorbell rang.

Sakura looked at me, and furrowed her eyebrows. "Who the hell could that be?" She got up and walked down the hallway towards the door. I made a mad dash as I followed her.

She looked at me, with a surprised look on her face and extended a hand towards the doorknob. She opened it, and there, a pair of the two weirdest couple I had ever seen stood in my doorway.

"Hello. We've been sent from Clow Reed." And in they stepped.

Sakura's eyes widened, as did mine. "Who, what, where-excuse me?"

The dodged her as she dived for them and made themselves at home on my couch. They were both girls, around our age, and they were tow very different looking twins. One twin, was wearing black and mauve from head to toe, her face was pale, and her lips had purple lipstick. She wore a mauve long sleeved top, a deep purple cardigan on top and a long flowing dark purple skirt; it looked like it was made of shiny velvet. Her hair was sleek and straight and black. Adorned on her neck was a black choker that said; 'Where were you when the Romans died?' made of sterling silver and in block letters.

Her twin was completely opposite. She looked like she had stepped out of a promotion offer advertising spring! What a retard. Whoops, I mean, she was wearing a bright floral pink lacy top, and a peachy orange floral cardigan on top of that. She had her hair in thick curls, which were held back by daisy slides. She was also wearing a light apple green floral skirt with some red clogs floral clogs.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Said Sakura.

"I'm Serenity," Said the Goth girl, in a slow and monotone voice, dragging every word out, stretching it to its fullest extent.

"And I'm Mya," Said the perky looking girl. Her eyes pricked up, and her eyebrows rose as she wiggled her nose happily.

"Oh! You're not going to have any cavities this year," Said Serenity.

"But you are going to break your wrist in December!" Said Mya.

"Excuse me?"

"We're oracles. And we've been sent here by Reed Sensei. He said both of you need to do something with your time and exercise your magic so you don't lose it," droned Serenity.

"But Clow is dead! He's reincarnated at least, as Eriol! What on earth are you on about?" Asked Sakura.

"Clow isn't dead, not in the Magic Realm. Nothing magical can ever die. Not in spirit form, of course. In physical form, yes," Piped Mya.

"Say, take you two for instance, you won't die spiritually, and you'll live together in the Magic Realm, with every other existing magical form."

"So…are you, dead?" I choked.

"Well, we don't walk among the living, but we haven't died spiritually,"

"Yes in a way, we are!" Sang Mya.

"But what do we have to do with you?" I asked.

"Protect us. Nothing special," Sighed Serenity.

"What sort of magical properties do you have? I mean, your both so different!"

"Mya can tell when bad things are gonna happen,"

"And Serenity can tell when good things are gonna happen,"

"But! How come the one that tells the bad stuff is so perky, and the one who tells the good stuff is so dark?" I asked.

"Well," started Serenity, "When you know every single good thing is about to happen, and when it's about to happen, what is there to be happy for? You can't feel it, it doesn't have the natural element which keeps non oracles and fortune tellers so happy,"

"And when you can receive bad news in an instance," smiled Mya, "You have to stay positive, so every good piece of news is fantastical!"

I have to protect the freak twins?

Damn.

Just so you know, Goths aren't like that. I have a Goth friend, and she's mega perky. And she's awesome. And it isn't Josie, Natalie.
It just makes sense she talks like that, the receiver of good news.

Wow, I updated earlier then usual. Excellent! WOw, I've gotta say something special...THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS. They didn't show up for a few days, and I'm all; "Oh Dear, what happened? I need my reviewers because they are way to radd! COme back to me! And then three days later I checked it and then I was like..."WAAAAIIIII" I screamed and ran around the house and family looked at me weirdley.

And then I realised, hang on, why arn't I getting review alert emails? Or the chapter update for my sotry? Why was fanfiction whoring around?

Fanfiction is bitch.

I'm deleting all my unfinished stories (not a lot :P) because I just want to work on one story at a time, so I don't have to stress myself and just have to update for the sake of it, and not for the enjoyment.

Now review! The purple square is demanding you too!

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