HEEELLLLOOOO, PEOPLE! I've been bored lately, so I wrote the next chapter for this (insert gasp here) OVERNIGHT!

gamma-rae - Thank you. Yes, fate does seem to have it in for them, doesn't it? Things will only get worse for them as time goes on. And yes, I think they are cute when they are mad, too.

NOTE: For those of you who have already read the first chapter, I am just letting you know that I have re-posted it with the ORIGINAL names of the characters, eg. Sakura, Syaoran, Meiling, Tomoyo, etc. I shall be using those names from now on. Please point it out to me if I use the wrong name for a person (like I use their last name instead of their first) so I can fix it to make it better for the other readers.

Chapter 2

The Race

Sakura and Syaoran stared at their shared bedroom. It consisted of two dressers, one mirror, one wardrobe, a desk, a lounge, three windows with ocean views, and only one king sized bed. Both of them were both thinking the same thing.

"I am not sleeping in a bed with her." Syaoran muttered to himself.

"No way I am sharing a bed with him." Sakura mumbelled to herself.

"I call the bed!" They both yelled at exactly the same time. They stared daggers at each other.

"It's my cousin's house. I get the bed." Syaoran said smugly, thinking he'd won.

"Oh, yeah?" Sakura countered, "Well, it's my birthday sleepover, so I get the bed." Syaoran looked at her in confusion.

"Your birthday?"

"Yes, Dumbass," Sakura said, just a tad sarcastically, "My birthday. It is exactly..." She counted down in her mind, "Nine days away, starting tomorrow." Syaoran was dumbstruck.

"I didn't know that."

You see, this was one of those rare moments that they were not competing. Well... they were actually competeing for the bed... but anyway... Yes, so they sometimes have moments where one could call them 'friends'. Anyone that didn't know them would assume that they hated each other's guts. Anyone on the inside, though, like Tomoyo, Eriol and Meiling... well, just Tomoyo, Eroil and Meilin... knew that they competed purely for fun. If they chose to, they could go and hang out like normal friends... which they actually tried once. But, like everything else between them, it turned into a competition. In the end, Sakura had gotten stuck in... well, just don't ask. Trust me... you don't wanna know. It scarred me for life while I was trying to think of something to write for it.

"Well, I took the time to memorise your birthday." Sakura said blatantly. Syaoran didn't even bother to ask why.

"Whatever." He said, plonking on the bed, "As long as I get the bed."

"No!" Sakura stomped her foot like a five year old, "I want the bed!"

"What's it like to want?" Syaoran asked, cocking his head to the side, and raising one of his eyebrows.

"Get off the bed!" Sakura screeched. Syaoran just laughed.

"No." Sakura wanted to take the lamp that was sitting on the desk, and beat him into submission. There would be blood spatters all up the walls... she'd have to clean that... not good... and then she'd have to go to jail for bludgening him to death... She did not want that, either. She settled for simply glaring at him, and hollering;

"Meiling!"

"What is it?" She rushed into the room, and immeadiately saw the problem. She looked at Sakura apolegetically.

"Sorry, Sakura." She sounded more amused than sorry, "This is the biggest bed we have, and the rest only have one double bed in it... You'll have to share."

"No way is that gonna happen!" They both yelled. Meiling put her finger to her chin and thought for a minute. She snapped her fingers.

"OK, how about a race?" She suggested, "Once around the grounds. The first one to make it back gets the bed." Both Sakura and Syaoran nodded. It was a chance for another competition... joy.

LATER

Sakura and Syaoran both stood in position, waiting for Meiling's whistle. It still hadn't stopped raining, so they were running in the mud and other nasty stuff... yuck... They had stretched their muscles just a little beforehand, and were ready and raring to go. Sakura may have been a lot shorter and weaker than Syaoran, but she was just as fast. They had raced many times before, and anyone who saw them would realise that they were pretty even.

"Three..." Tomoyo counted down, and both the competitors tensed, "Two... One!"

Meiling gave a shrill whistle, and they took off. All of their friends were watching from under the shelter that was provided by the veranda. None of them could truly tell who was winning. Tomoyo, just in case, set up her video camera right on the finish line for a photo finish. Thank the good Lord it was waterproof. There was no way that she wouldn't be able to tell who won. It was set up pretty close to the ground, and would catch a perfect view of their feet. They wouldn't be able to argue about it.

A few minutes passed. The grounds were huge, but neither of them would give up. It was neck and neck, until Syaoran gave a burst of speed right near the end, pulling away. Sakura sped up, as well, and no one could tell who crossed the finish line first. Everyone was arguing while Sakura and Syaoran were catching their breath. No one noticed Tomoyo go for the camera.

She picked it up off the ground, and turned it onto rewind. She went up until right before they crossed the line. She went through the frames one by one, and everyone was still arguing. When Tomoyo found the frame that she was looking for, her eyes widened.

"Who won, 'Moyo?" Meiling asked, pensively. Tomoyo just waved Meiling over, and showed her. Both of them smirked evilly. This was too good to be true.

CLIFFY! YAY! OK, I'll stop now. Please review!