What I Like About You

Author: Blossomed X

Summary: "So what if I, Syaoran Li, am in love? Why is it such a big deal?!" My friends stared at me as if I was on drugs. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because you're in love with YOUR BEST FRIEND!"

Chapter 4

Get a life.

...O...kay, maybe that wasn't the first thing I was supposed to say in this story. But the point is, that being an actor or a character or just to take a part in anything will take a lot out of you. And no, I'm not saying that it's a bad thing, I'm just saying that it's exhausting and that people need to learn to help themselves.

...ANYWHO-

It's funny, really, after the whole 'whoever-wet-Sakura-will-die' ordeal, in a matter of seconds, my mother, (i.e. Yelan Li) stepped foot in the house and changed it to the 'whoever-freaked up-the-kitchen-will-die' ordeal. And also, you know the parents and children who say you get a whipping from your parents is illegal nowadays are WRONG. I swear, my ass is still bloody sore, and it was still recovering from the damn carpet I had to sit on while the girls happily sat in the couch and the bed.

Like I said, they need to help themselves. But it's unfair, really, to leave the men on the tiled floors of my mansion and the scabrous carpets that will leave us bruises for perhaps months.

But anywho, this chapter isn't about me. This chapter is about HER. It's always been about HER. And my world will revolve around nobody but-

Sakura Kinomoto.

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Remember in Chapter 1, when I introduced the Scooby-Doo gang such as Velma and the guy who looks gay? Yeah, let's just say that despite the fact that I described my friends in short sentences, those short sentences I said about Sakura was absolutely nothing compared to her. No few words, heck, no words, can describe how kind, beautiful, honest, trustworthy, smart, breathtaking, gorgeous, caring-

...You know, I would really appreciate it if you don't fall asleep while my ranting about her. It's rude. But the point is, she's an angel.

So yeah, just like what I said in the beginning of the story, maybe 'Get a life' weren't the appropiate words to say to those who abuse people's...erm...okay, let's just say that I shouldn't say 'Get a life' to the people who take advantage of others.

...That's Blossomed X's opinion, not mines, people. Frankly, I would gladly say 'Get a life' to every user, manipulator, dumb arse, bonehead, knucklehead and wanna-be smartass in the world. But I have been taught to be a good boy, not those druggies who ditch classes to get high and bang chicks in one-week parties.

So yeah, this chapter starts after the whole other chapter when every reader finds out that my father is gay and proud of it. I, on the other hand, cannot say that, but am glad to say that I have a father. So let me stick my tongue out in victory for having a mother and father who can still talk. Nugh.

So yadda-yadda-yadda, let's begin, shall we?

o0o0o0o-An ordinary school with Syaoran-o0o0o0o

'Spring break has just began, and oh yes, here comes the fun.'

Okay, seriously, let's have a raise of hands to whoever thinks that chant is GAY. Stupid student counsel.

I got smacked 3 times during class for dozing off with a ruler. A very durable ruler, may I add. I swear, I'm going to move to 'Ned Flanders Land' someday, and eat all the chocolates and whipped cream and start skipping off to-

SMACK!

Tartar sauce, I dozed off again.

"Xiao Lang Li." I grimaced at the first sight I see-a wrinkly old hag with a ruler on one hand and two thick dictionaries on the other. "Glad for you to join us."

Wish I can say the same to you.

I glared at her and she turned to walk away back to the front of the class, but before I can shut my mouth, I murmured, "Old hag."

Yeah, now because of my big mouth I'm standing in the front corner of the class on one leg with both my hands each supporting a dictionary. Oh, joy. And it didn't help that I had what's-her-name for Japanese, because I can just tell she was commenting my 'rude' behavior in front of the class. How can I tell? because she pointed towards me with some of the snobbish people snickering, and also, Sakura tutored me on Japanese.

I'm Sakura's star pupil.

...ANYWHO-

Apparently, I'm a dumb kid who thinks I can get whatever I want in life just because I know how to snap my fingers. "I have a finger for you, you old-" The books landed with a loud thud! and I huff and rub the red mark left on my right cheek. I was forced to pick up the dictionaries again and this time, another one on my head so that whenever I speak, she'll know.

Is this woman going through menopause or what?!

I was lectured for half and hour after the bell rang, dismissing everyone from school. The whole place was deserted, and when I finally packed up my stuff and closed the door from the classroom, I saw Sakura with a small smile waving at me. I smiled back and walked towards her, ruffling her hair.

"What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to teach Yamazaki and Eriol basic math today so they wouldn't bother you for extra change in the ice cream parlor?" She pouted, sticking her tongue out as we walked out the iron gates and closed it shut. I reached out for her hand and squeezed it gently when I felt her's reciprocate.

"I told Eriol that if he can put off basic math for one day, then he can spend his day off with Tomoyo and the girls to go shopping," she explained. "Besides, I didn't want you to walk home alone. It's a long walk, and I live near you, so I thought that a day wouldn't be a day without walking with you."

I blushed at her last few words, but smirked to hide it. "Ooh, so you're going to miss me?" I playfully teased, and this time, I saw her redden under the sun's glow. She was so...radiant.

"No!" She weakly retorted, and I simply chuckled. She can act just like the cutest 5-year-old sometimes. I sighed in content despite my throbbing, aching arms. Who knew how heavy a Japanese dictionary could be?

...As you can see, I do my best to get away from words.

Whenever I was with Sakura, she would always, always, hold a comfortable, warm atmosphere. It was never tense between her and anybody. She always lightened the mood. She was practically light to those dark, moody people. Emo. She could fit in anywhere, but for some reason she would stay with me and the idiots.

"So, what are you saying? You don't want to walk with me? You're not going to miss me?" She pouted once more, and this time, my heart spiked at her playful words. I sidetracked her towards the wall and pressed myself against her, my arms supporting me on either side of her head. I stared at her straight in the eye and leaned in, ready to take her, but she responded by turning her head to the side. I frowned at this.

"You know you're the only reason why I even go to school, cherry blossom," I whispered into her ear, seeing her quiver beneath me. I took a strand of her hair and twirled it, but she still wouldn't look at me. Her ragged breathing did not change, however.

I let her go, holding out my hand for her to grab so we can walk home, but she just stared at it. Finally, she slowly reached out and grabbed it and we headed on home. She brushed her lips against my cheek and smiled brightly, and I found myself smiling back. "Let's go home, Syaoran!" She squealed, happily skipping with me trailing behind.

Like I said, she can just lighten the mood anywhere.

o0o0o0o-Tutoring a twit-o0o0o0o

"Eriol, eight is added to x, not y," I growled, frustrated enough to hear his breathing. I erased his scribbling on the corner of the paper and corrected his error. I raised a brow when I saw him have a sly smirk on his oh-so-ugly face. "And what exactly are you so cheery about, Hiiragizawa?" Honestly, I expected him to frown in disgust just because he didn't know how to turn a point-slope equation into slope-intercept form. Idiot. This is eighth grade algrebra for Christ's sake! And what grade are we in? Oh yeah, our senior year.

"So...you enjoyed your little private session with your cherry blossom today?" He drawled. I tensed, the lead in my mechanical lead pencil collapsing on the paper. Highly impossible because the lead is no. 9.

I ignored his comment and continued to finish the rest of the equations for him. "Shut up."

Xiao Lang Li, that is the STUPIDEST retort you can ever come up with.

He raised up his hands in defense. "Hey, I didn't say anything to offend you." I reddened in realization, knowing he was right, however, muttering a "whatever" without even thinking before I spoke. "What I'm saying is that...you and Sakura...well," I bit my lower lip, pressing my right thumb against the back spring so another centimeter of lead can spring back into action. I shook my head, wondering whether or not I should pummel him or leave him be.

"...have been getting a little closer lately." I allowed my tongue to moisten my dry lips and pursed them together. How the freak does he know that after a day of being alone with Daidouji?

"It's none of your business, Hiiragizawa," I murmured. "Just shut up and pay attention to your homework that I'm doing for you."

He smiled like a Cheshire cat and leaned in from his chair, hovering over my shoulder. "You got number 23 wrong."

Snap!

...I think I should get a no. 11 pencil.

o0o0o0o-Shopping for a pencil-o0o0o0o

For all those girly-girls out there, honestly, have you any mercy for your boyfriends? I swear, my feet are killing me!

For the past 5 hours, Daidouji has made me prance around the mall with her, store after store where I have to buy her at least one gift. Thank God it isn't her birthday because then I would have to buy her at least three.

"Daidouji, please, can we take a break?" I panted, my hands swelling at the twenty bags each of my hands were holding. Twenty each, mind you.

She simply stared at me, wondering whether or not to scream or squeal. Frankly, I would simply take the latter. You have no idea how loud she can scream when it comes to shopping, especially when there's a 40 percent discount on practically every store. She huffed, flipping her hair and turned her heel. I was forced to oblige to the continuous torture, not to say a peep. My ears perked when I heard a familiar voice humming her way towards my ears. I turned to the ice cream parlor and was just about to squeal when I saw a familiar pair of emerald eyes.

I literally dropped the shopping bags and cut my way through the parents and their wailing toddlers in the line and jumped my way over the counter. "Sa-ku-ra," I sang.

She turned from the chocolate ice cream she has just handed to her customer and smiled. "Konbanwa, Syaoran." I stared, amused at her ice cream employee uniform as it was white and a shade of lime green. "Would you like an ice cream today?" I nodded as she picked out my favorite, handing it to me with her vibrant, green eyes. "Here, it's on the house."

o0o0o0o-Meanwhile, with the shopping monster-o0o0o0o

"You know, maybe I will buy myself that blue blouse that I've always wanted since like...an hour ago. I mean, I think it'll really suit me and my curves, and not to mention my eyes. I mean, don't you think I have the most beautiful shades of purple? What do you think, Li-" I turned, seeing a crowd gather around an area where Syaoran used to be. I reached my way over there, gasping as I saw all my bags scattered and tattered from all the senseless people who grabbed from it.

"...XIAO LANG LI!"

From afar, you can see a free-minded Syaoran twisting his upper body and scowling. Sakura's pupils dilated, although it remained unnoticed to any of her demanding customers. She handed the last person in line her ice cream cone and sighed, pulling off her apron and undressing to reveal her casual clothes. She pulled off her cap, throwing it away to the trash bin and jumped over the counter with Syaoran still happily licking on his cone.

He yelped when he felt his arm being tugged towards the direction of the small crowd.

"H-how can this happen? LI! LI! OI, WHERE ARE YOU?!" I screamed, crying my heart out. How dare he abandon my 4-hour shopping spree madness and flounce off to wherever the hell he went off to? I nearly bawled when I saw him happily slurping out the remaining contents of his ice cream cone with Sakura by his side.

Sakura. I should have known this was her doing.

"Li, how dare you!" I picked up the remaining clothes and jewelry and stomped my way to him. He simply stared at me with a bored expression. "You know, I can forgive you for leaving me. I can forgive you for getting ice cream without me. But I cannot forgive you for getting abandoning me for ice cream with Sakura!" I seethed, aimlessly pounding my fists against his broad chest.

...I wanna drool right now.

"I was bored, hungry, and tired. Give me a break, will you?" He replied, and I continued to pound my fists with no specific location. I huffed, knowing that this had no effect on him and collapsed on the floor, rocking back and forth with tears beginning to form.

I looked up when I felt Sakura's warm embrace wash over me. "Tomoyo, if you'd like, you can go shopping with me. There is an hour left before the mall closes, and I would like to spend it with my two closest friends." I gawked, astonished that she was still willing to help me feel better after I have accused her of stealing Li. I sniffled, wiping my tears away and flashed a true, genuine smile.

"You-you'd really like that? Really, really?" I repeated, making sure. I would love to have an extra pair of hands to carry twice as much of my bags, and I squeezed her tightly when she said yes. I saw my boyfriend sigh irritatingly at the fact that he would have to spend another hour with me. My smile weakened, but I held Sakura's hand as she and I went inside the nearest designer's label store and played dress-up for the remaining time we had left.

o0o0o0o-With Syaoran-o0o0o0o

I cannot believe that Daidouji cried in the middle of the mall just because I abandoned her for food. Uh, hello? Why are you blaming me? She isn't the victim here. I was the one who had to listen to her endless ranting, choosing clothes for her when she chose the opposite and I was the one who had to carry 20 bags each with my poor arms that were still sore from my mother and the old hag. Honestly, you can't still blame me.

And to top it off, that woman slapped the rest of my ice cream cone away when I was only half way done. HALF WAY, for crying out loud! I should be the one crying my heart out, not her!

Still, Sakura saved me back there even though I had to stay for another hour with that purple-haired, OCD freak.

...Did I just repeat what my gay father told me the other chapter? Oh dear...

The point is, I am so sick of hearing, "You should feel sorry for Daidouji," or, "That poor Tomoyo, she deserves better," or, "You ditched my sweet Tomoyo for ICE CREAM?! (that one's from Eriol)" Really, they should know me. I wouldn't ditch a girl for ice cream unless I know it's my favorite, and second of all, I'm the one who had to endure four hours of hell with that woman. She's loco! She's more crazy than that lady in The Simpsons who throws cats at everybody!

Anywho, when I got home, I placed my pack of no. 11 mechanical pencils near my backpack and jumped onto my soft, warm bed. With long arms and legs, with an uncomfortable chest, with those familiar glint of glasses that keeps-

"AAH!" I screamed, jumping away from my bed and near the corner of my room. I panted heavily when I saw that it was just Eriol.

"What the freak are you doing here, you twit!" I yelled, smacking him alongside the head.

"What the freak were you doing, ditching my beloved Tomoyo like that?" He questioned, sitting upside on my bed with his arms across his chest.

"Get away from me!"

"Get away from ice cream parlors!" I gave out a frustrated growl and shoved him off my bed, and laid sprawled on it. I held onto the headboard to prevent him from pulling me away from my haven.

"Dang it, Li! You know, this is not the day that I would have wanted. I had to spend an hour and a half locked in my room to study about weird fishies in the fish bowl so that it can survive for more than a week, and then I had to eat vegetables for lunch, and then when I got here, I received a call from Tomoyo hearing her crying because you ditched her for ice cream!"

I turned my head, my left cheek touching the feathered pillows and muttered, "And your point is...?"

"My point is, you have to stop ditching Tomoyo for Sakura! Face it Li! You're with Tomoyo. You have to be with Tomoyo. And you will forever remain with Tomoyo because she loves you!" He screamed, red in the face from anger. I stared at him, utterly bored and worn out.

"I do not ditch Tomoyo for Sakura! She just happens to be in the places I like!" I backlashed.

"Oh yeah? What about last week when you ditched Tomoyo to go with Sakura to flower store? So, what? You like flowers now?" I bit back my tongue and glared at him. Whore, he knows he's right

"Eriol, I am not in the mood for your reasons why I shouldn't ditch Tomoyo. I just want to rest." He gaped and pulled on my leg, but I simply clutched onto the headboard, hearing his grunts.

Our next few words went on like this:

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"NO WAY YOU INSOLENT PARROT!"

"PARROT? WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PARROT?!"

"ME!"

"AFTER I'M DONE WITH YOU, YOUR NOSE WILL LOOK LIKE A PARROT'S BEAK!"

"EEK!"

"YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN, HIIRAGIZAWA!"

o0o0o0o-Back to the beginning-o0o0o0o

Okay, aside from the users and posers that I said that I would gladly mutter to 'Get a life', I think that it's safe to say that Eriol needs to get a life. He and Daidouji both hold Obsessive Compulsive Disorders.

Like I said, being a part of something takes a lot out of you.

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Me: Tee hee! Hope you liked this one. Please review! I would take any constructive criticism. Also, I would like to congratulate one of my best friends, Maria Cuerpo for finishing up Chapter 5 with her story! Yay! Kudos to you. I will also accept any questions and reply to them back in the next chapter as long as it's in review format.

Thank you to the readers and reviewers to my previous chapters and stories. Chapter 3 of this story had an extra taste bud when Sakura nearly beat Syaoran to a bloody pulp with water guns and balloons. Let me just say that that extra story was added there when Sakura and Syaoran were perhaps, 16 years old. I still haven't decided yet.

Thank you! Don't forget to review on this story and the other stories!