Due to some hate mail I got, cough, I decided that a chapter is better than nothing at all. I know I'm stalling, but here's good news! I basically have an idea of what to do, thanks to helpful commentors, who've I've so decently forgotten the names of (sorry!). 3 more chapters and a epilogue to go! Until I'm done.

Tomoyo's Prep and Beginning of Dance
The Rest of the Dance and a not-so-suprising Suprise
Epilogue

Enjoy!

EDIT: Oops, the link got messed up. I fixed it...

EDIT II: ARRGG!!! Stupid link... Hope it works this time!

"May I?" Tomoyo mocked, bowing with her arm in front, as if Sakura was stepping out of a limo.

"Yes, my servant, you may," Sakura smirked, as she put her fingertips on her arm and stepped into her room, followed by Tomoyo.

Staring solemnly at each other, they silently agreed to a deal, and they simultaneously turned back to back.

"1…" Tomoyo started, hearing Sakura take a step away, and herself doing the same.

"2…" Sakura said, slowly, taking another step away. Tomoyo did as well. (A/N: Imagine this as one of those draws in the cowboy movies)

"3!" Both of them shouted, whipping out two boxes and throwing them at each other. Almost if practiced, the boxes landed in their arms at the exact moment. A moment of appreciation passed before they both giggling.

"You'd think we'd outgrow this game!" Tomoyo smiled, as she undid the ribbon on her box. "We've been doing this since our first cowboy movie…in 1st grade!"

"Yes, but who wants to end something so great? We get presents!" Sakura answered blissfully, holding up a bib necklace, adorned with soft pink teardrops delicately hanging by thin silver chains. "It's so pretty!" she gushed, placing it carefully back into the box. "My gift for you isn't as nice…" Sakura pouted.

"You know anything you give me is special to me!" Tomoyo said, distractedly, too busy squeezing out the life of her new teddy bear. It was white, with huge eyes and a bow tied around its neck. "It's adorable!"

"I know! But guess what else it is? It's a hidden camera!" Sakura whispered in her ear. Both of them slyly winked at each other, wiggling their eyebrows. They'd put the bear in Kero's drawer later.

"Anyway, that necklace is for the dance!" Tomoyo said, settling into a more feminine position.

At the mention of the dance, Sakura looked away and blushed. "O-oh, thank you!" Hesitating for a moment, she continued, "Why do you think Syaoran asked me to the dance? I mean, I set up the entire contest for him to pick someone!" But before Tomoyo could answer, the pieces set into place in her brain, and she yelled, "THAT BRAT! He thinks he can get away with not getting a date by going with me? Ooohhh… I'll pair him up with somebody by the end of that dance!" She twitched.

Tomoyo sweatdropped from the opposite side of the room, as she was blown back in Sakura's sudden burst of rage. "U-u-um… If you say so, Sakura!" she cautiously said. She'll leave it up to Syaoran to reveal his little secret.

After an awkward moment, Tomoyo got up and took out Sakura's dress. It was on the fine line between a formal dress and evening wear. (A/N: Rather than describe it, here's link to what I imagine her dress to be: http:// mistblossom . deviantart . com/art/A-Dress-Design-I-145955762[take out all the spaces]) "Put it on! The dance is in three hours!"

Sakura obliged, slipping into the bathroom. Once she was in the safe confines away from her beloved friend, she made faces into the mirror, and asked her reflection if it really takes 3 hours for two girls to dress. Remembering the incident with the other dress, however, she slid into the dress carefully, and looked at herself. She looked…pretty. Smiling, she stepped out…and flinched. There were at least a dozen cameras set up outside her bathroom now, going off. "T-t-tomoyo, thanks again for the dress. But why are there so many cameras?"

"So I get a shot of every angle!" Tomoyo explained, while scrambling to each camera checking out the pictures taken. "I'm such a good designer!" she praised herself.

"You are!" Sakura rolled her eyes, but smiling.

Tomoyo grabbed Sakura's wrist and sat her on her chair. She grabbed a comb, a curling iron, and a huge hibiscus red flower clip. After an eternity, Tomoyo looked her over, and grinned with satisfaction. "Make up time!" she squealed. Her announcement was death tolls to Sakura's ears. Granting Tomoyo permission, however, she obediently let Tomoyo smear mascara on her eyelashes. Her eye lids were lightly covered in different shades of pink eye shadow, and a little white at her tear ducts. A dab of lip gloss, and Tomoyo was done.

Squinting her eyes suspiciously, she asked, "That's it? Nothing else? Really?"

"Yup! You don't need a lot of make up! In fact, I could have left your face alone, but since you were so obedient, and it was so tempting…" Tomoyo replied. Before Sakura could react, she clawed blindly at the table behind her, and picked up the earrings. She carefully helped Sakura put them in. As a final touch, she dug into her purse for a perfume bottle. Squirting it into the air, she pushed Sakura through the light mist. Sniffing the air with content, she smelled a sweet cross between cherry blossoms and strawberries. "All done!"

Sakura stepped into the bathroom again, and gasped. It appeared that the flower was tucked behind her ear, and her hair was in large soft ringlets. Her eyes were slightly shimmering with a pink glow, and her lips were the perfect extent of shininess. She hugged her friend tightly, trying to transfer all gratitude. Tomoyo beamed. Mission accomplished! If Syaoran doesn't tell Sakura tonight...

"Your turn, Tomoyo!" Sakura cried out. Hehehe…my turn to play…

I hope you liked it! All comments welcomed!