So I finally moved my lazy butt to Word to finish up the story. I'm debating if I should add an epilogue... Should I?

Also, I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes, as I didn't feel like proof reading it. And I also apologize if this doesn't meet your expectations for the last chapter.

RxR!

Tomoyo was a breeze to ready up for the formal. In 2 minutes flat, she had her dress and her make up on. Armed with a curling iron in one hand and an enthusiastic Sakura in the other, her hair was tied back in an elegant up-do, with a couple strands framing her face. Tomoyo carefully curled the strands around her face into bouncy ringets, and Sakura helped her curl some of the hair hanging from the bun.

"Put on your shoes honey!" Tomoyo called behind her shoulder as she scurried through her bag. Lots of clanking was heard, and Sakura considered what could be in such a small bag. Tomoyo surfaced with a triumphant smile. In her hand…was a camera. "I haven't used a camera in ages! Video cameras are so much more useful!" Yet, she still seemed adept at using the camera, freezing time through her seemingly thought out pictures. Sakura took several of Tomoyo as well.

After their picture taking phase of the night, Tomoyo and Sakura headed out the door, to be stopped by Sakura's dad and Tomoyo's mother, both whom wanted pictures of themselves. Extending the picture taking phase, the best friends posed and smiled for their parents before officially leaving for the formal.

What a perfect day to a perfect night! Sakura thought to herself, feeling beyond content. A full moon smiled upon them, guarding them from any dangers that may be in a town late at night.

"Tomoyo?" Sakura spoke up, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything you want, Sakura!"

"You know Syaoran?"

Tomoyo's eyes shone with glee, as she sneaked her video camera out of a hidden pocket in her dress. It was a small spy camera, and before Sakura said anything, Tomoyo kicked her shoes off.

"Ah! I knew that shoe was too loose!" Tomoyo exclaimed, a little over the top.

"But you kicked…" Sakura began before dismissing the occurrence.

As Tomoyo bent down to put her shoe back on, she tucked the camera on one of her earrings. "What about Syaoran?"

"Well, when he asked me to the formal, I was surprised!" Sakura mused, apparently filing through her deepest feelings for the first time. "But I think I felt happy, too. I'm not sure what it was. I can't help but compare the feeling I had towards Yukito! Well, the part that wasn't like towards my father. And when he said that we're going as friends, I felt relieved, but a little sad as well…It's so confusing! Do you know what it is? I'm not sick, am I?"

Tomoyo smiled her reassuring smile. "Sakura, I believe in you! Just smile and you'll figure it out!"

Sakura pouted at this indirect answer, but accepted it and moved towards the growing image of the school.

The first thing that Sakura noticed was that the dance was outside. Strings of glowing lights, blending in with the stars of the night sky, were hanging from nearly invisible poles scattered around the field. The grass was cut to a soft carpet of softness worthy of bare feet. The ground was pretty compacted though, supporting the thin heels several girls (including Stacey) chose to wear.

The second thing she noticed was Syaoran standing next to Eriol, holding an untouched cup of punch. He hadn't noticed her yet, and his eyes were darting around. She giggled at his confusion.

"ERIOL!" Tomoyo shouted, waving her hands. Both boys turned their heads and walked calmly (cough) to the girls.

"Eriol!" Sakura greeted, hugging him. Pushing aside feelings of uncertainty, she squeezed Syaoran as usual. "Good evening Syaoran!" she recited, smiling big.

If she was looking at Eriol, and not Syaoran, she would have noticed Eriol glaring at the DJ, and not be so confused when the happy music with a beat changed to a slow dance song. Eriol pulled a love struck Tomoyo, temporarily distracted by her own love interest from Sakura, into a dance in the crowd of eighth graders dancing.

If she was looking closer at the DJ, she would have realized that he and his assistant was Touya and Yukito, both watching Sakura intently, one to make sure she didn't get hurt and the other to make sure she was happy. (Your pick of which intention belongs to who.)

If she wasn't distracted by the cuteness of Tomoyo and Eriol dancing, she would have noticed Syaoran hyperventilating, getting the courage to…

"Sakura, may I have this dance?" Syaoran asked, taking her hand and bowing. The bowing was Eriol's idea, who claimed it would definitely make Sakura smile. And indeed, he was correct, as Sakura blushed lightly, giggled, and hug him gently.

"Of course you may!"

Syaoran pulled her to a more quiet corner, near a sakura tree, and danced. The moonlight filtered through the tree branches, making the moment a cliché, but romantic nevertheless, moment. Sakura, as usual, didn't notice, and simply enjoyed the moment with her (second only to Tomoyo) best friend.

"Sakura, can I tell you something?" Syaoran mumbled with his head bowed. He pulled away from Sakura, and faced the tree.

"What's wrong?" Sakura asked wide-eyed and worried. Is he sick?

"Sakura…Sakura…" Syaoran whispered, "I-I-I…"

Sakura took a step closer, leaning her head as close to his mouth as she could. He was talking so softly. "You what? You can tell me, don't worry."

"I…I. Love…You…" Syaoran finally whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear.

Sakura took a stunned step back, and just froze.

Syaoran froze as well, his heart and ears yearning to hear an "I love you too." But he heard nothing. He only heard the sound of her soft short breaths. His eyes cast downward, but he turned around and smiled at her. "It's alright."

Stacey interrupted the moment, pulling Syaoran away from Sakura. "Syaoo!" she squealed, "You're so far away from the party! Come dance with me!"

Even after being rejected, she still didn't give up. She had convinced herself that Syaoran chose Sakura out of pity, and was now carrying Syaoran through the motions of the current dance.

Sakura, now alone, walked numbly to the tree and sat on one of its supporting roots. What is this? He…he said he loves me! What do I feel? I feel…happy, I think. But I feel so confused! Sakura looked up to see Syaoran limply dancing with Stacey, and then looked at Tomoyo dancing with Eriol. "Just smile, and you'll be okay!" Tomoyo had said.

So she smiled.

And she figured it out.

"I want to be like Tomoyo and Eriol with Syaoran. I want something more than friendship. But I think I feel something more than what Stacey feels for him. Do I love him too?" she murmured to herself. She glanced back at Syaoran who managed to give Stacey off to another willing boy and was leaning on a pole, looking at the moon.

Surprising herself, Sakura jumped up and sprinted over to Syaoran, her dress whipping behind her quietly. The grass muffled what should be the clickity clack of her heels, and she ran and ran…

And she tackled Syaoran, both of them falling into the grass.

"Syaoran…I love you too!" she whispered in his chest, and she turned her head up to see Syaoran propping himself up on his elbows, looking at her.

"Are you sure?" Syaoran asked, unsure of this sudden response.

Sakura just clung onto him in response.

No sweet kiss under the moonlight, no overly special display of love, but this was more than Sakura's romantic fantasy could ever be. Just lying under a string of lights framing the moon on her loved one was the most beautiful moment she could ever imagine. And of course, Syaoran felt the same way.

This really was, the perfect end to the perfect night of the…

Eighth Grade Formal.

Fin

Hoped you liked it!