A/N: Hello! It's Cherri!
It's been forever since I wrote a CCS fic, so I'm super excited for this one :)
This is a songfic of the song "Nice Guys" by Chestersee, Kevjumba and Nigahiga. I know that the song is for humor and stuff, but I am completely obsessed with that song, and I thought that I could write a songfic for it, so I am. If you haven't heard it, I urge you to YouTube it :)
Anyway, couple notes: The whole story is in Syaoran's POV, and they are all either 16 or 17, but age doesn't really matter at this point...
All right! Let's get started with the fic!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the CCS characters or the song "Nice Guys". I really really wish I did though...
"Syaoran! Don't act like you can't hear me!" called my ever-so-annoying cousin, Eriol Hiirigizawa.
"What do you want, Eriol?" I sighed. I was walking to school in my classic outfit-ironed white button up tucked into my pants, dress shoes, and a sweater-vest. I pushed my black glasses further up my nose. Honestly, I didn't need glasses, but I was most comfortable wearing them.
"God, Syaoran, you make me flinch everytime I see ya, man. Do you have to both BE and DRESS like a nerd?" asked Eriol, looking disgustedly at me.
"Eriol, you know that it's what I feel most comfortable in." I reminded him, lightly.
"You know, you'd actually be pretty popular if you wore some of my clothes instead of that stupid nerd get-up." said Eriol
"Thank you for the offer, but I will have to pass on it. I like how I am right now. I'd rather not attract attention." I told him.
"Whatevs, nerd buddy. Come on. Let's get to school." laughed Eriol.
When we arrived, my eyes locked on a certain emerald-eyed girl, and my heart picked up. I smoothened my messy chocolate hair nervously.
"Sakura Kinomoto." I whispered. Suddenly, she looked my way and smiled.
"Ohayo, Li-San." she greeted.
"O-O-Ohayo, K-K-Kinomoto-San." I stuttered. She smiled and walked away. I stared longingly after her.
"Syaoran, you look like a love-struck idiot." came that annoying voice of my cousin.
"Sakura..." I sang. Sakura Kinomoto was the most popular girl in school, but also the sweetest. She had beautiful brown hair that curled in lightly toward her face, that fell just past her shoulders. She had captivating emerald eyes and the sweetest personality in the world. I had had a huge crush on her, for, forever.
"But she'd never like a nerd like me." I thought, glumly.
Classes went on as usual. I tried to keep my cool towards Sakura-who was the only one who ever actually realized I existed, but it wasn't like it was necessary. She always hung with the "cooler kids". I had thought of taking Eriol's advice and attempt to make myself "popular" loads of times, but I could never bring myself to. It wouldn't feel right.
Finally, lunch came. I sat down by my favorite Cherry tree, and pulled out my lunch. I had taken a huge mouthful of tea in my mouth, when suddenly, I was startled by a light tap on my shoulder.
I spit out the entire mouthful of tea and turned to see Sakura standing over me looking startled. Just my luck...
"Li-San? Are you ok?" she asked, worriedly.
"Oh, Kinomoto-San. Y-Y-Yeah, I'm fine." I said, awkwardly. "So, how are you, Kinomoto-San?"
"Um, Uh, I'm good, thank you." she said. Suddenly her face went red. "Uh, um, Li-Kun, I was wondering...if maybe...we could...go out sometime? I mean, if you don't want to, never mind, but, I mean, I don't know. " she stammered.
At first, I was suspicious. This couldn't really be happening. The cutest girl in the school just asked me out? It has to be for a bet or something. But then, I looked at her nervous red face, and the way she was acting, and I almost jumped for joy.
She meant it.
"Uh, Uh, yeah. I'd like that. Do you want to go to dinner tonight?" I asked, trying to stay calm. It was nearly impossible.
"Yeah! That'd be great!" she exclaimed.
"Good. I will pick you up at 7." I said.
"Alright." she breathed. "Well, I'll see you later.", and she ran off.
As soon she was out of sight, I got up and started dancing. "Oh my god, yes! YES! FINALLY!"
It was after school. I was putting my books in my backpack, when suddenly, I heard Sakura's voice.
"I did it, Tomoyo!" she exclaimed. I remembered. Tomoyo Daidouji-San was Sakura's best friend, and Eriol's girlfriend.
"You asked Syaoran out? That's great!" she squealed. I smiled to myself.
"Yeah! I really like him. I mean, I like bad boys, but he's so sweet, and I really like him." sighed Sakura.
"Bad boys?" I mumbled. I had a plan.
"Eriol! Please! I need your advice!" I shouted, running into his room.
"What? What?" he yelled.
"I need you to teach me to be bad!" I said.
"Bad? Why?" he asked.
"Sakura likes bad boys!" I explained.
"So?"
"If I be one, she'll like me!"
"I don't know, you probably should just be yourself." said Eriol.
"I really want her to like me." I pleaded.
"Fine, fine, fine!" he gave in, putting his hands up in the air. He had a look on his face that was both amused and a little sly...
We sat on his couch, and the learning began.
"One. Don't open doors for her. Two. Don't pull out a chair for her." he started.
"But...that's so rude." I protested.
"Syaoran, you sound like a three-year-old. You wanna be bad, or what?" he asked.
"Fine..." I muttered.
"Three. Don't care about what she's talking about. Four. Don't give her your jacket if she's cold." said Eriol.
"What? Why not?" I asked.
"You'd be cold too, if you gave her your jacket." smiled Eriol. "Besides. That's the 'bad' thing to do."
"Five. Sitting in the front is for your homies. She can sit in the trunk if she wants a ride from you. Six. Don't answer your phone when she calls you. Seven. When the waiter gives you the bill, make her pay." he instructed.
"What? That's stupid!" I protested.
"It's bad." he smiled. "Eight. Don't let her win. Beat her at every competition. Nine. Make her get permission to do stuff from you, and then don't let her go. Ten. Tell her she's "fat". Eleven. Make fun of the way girls talk. Relate it to...cows or something. And finally, Twelve." he stood up and jabbed my forehead with his finger.
"Ow!" I shouted.
"Nice Guys Finish Last." he said, and walked away with his hands in his pockets.
"Nice guys finish last, huh?" I mumbled. I stood up. Let the "Mission to Turn Bad-Ass" commence.
A/N: How was it? Do ya like it?
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Lots of love!
Cherri