Disclaimer: CLAMP owns CCS and this goes for all chapters.
Summary: One up-and-coming actress. One arrogant actor. A single spilled cup of coffee leading to a new hatred... But after a mix-up in the media, the two are forced to act like the "Perfect Couple." The line between acting and reality better not blur...because the consequences will be dire…
Another one of my cliché story lines with hopefully original ideas :).
This story will have dark themes towards the end. It won't take place on the set of the movie much, only to fit the story. I promise this won't be like any other actor/actress story, no matter how much it'll seem like it.
Chapter One
Li Syaoran was mad. Actually, mad was an understatement. He was beyond pissed. For three months, he got to sleep in as late as he wanted. Now, he was forced to wake up every day at six a.m. and work until nine p.m. on a stupid movie shoot.
The plot of the story was lame. A gang member who fell in love with a lonely rich girl, and who better to play the part of the gang leader than Li Syaoran, the big-shot actor who had won countless awards this year? At least that's what his agent and half the world thought.
"It'll be perfect," his agent gushed. "This movie is sure to make big bucks and imagine the kind of attention you'll get! Blah blah blah…" the agent continued talking until Syaoran managed to nod to shut him up. One day, that stupid agent was going to get fired…
Lost in his thoughts, Syaoran rounded the corner and crashed into a petite girl with glossy auburn locks and emerald eyes. The cup of hot coffee she had been carrying splashed onto his brand-name white shirt and the girl fell on her ass.
Syaoran looked down at his shirt, disgusted at the wet brown stain that covered it. It would never wash out. Not that he had planned to ever wear again, but it was the thought that he had a perfectly good shirt ruined that irked him.
"I'm so sorry," the young woman on the ground said. "I'll get it washed-"
Syaoran glared down at her. "Forget it. Next time watch where you're going or I'll get you fired." With that, he walked away, muttering about the "uselessness of assistants these days."
'Stupid bastard. He's the one who crashed into me! He could've at least helped me up,' the woman on the ground thought angrily. 'Thinks he's all that just cause he's so famous. I don't see what's so good about him.'
Picking herself up from the ground, she turned around to get the director another coffee, since the assistants were all busy.
Syaoran returned from his dressing room and found the director waving him over. To his annoyance, he saw that he was standing with the girl who spilled the coffee all over him.
"Syaoran, where have you been? I want to introduce you to your co-star, Kinomoto Sakura. You guys should get acquainted, since you'll be working together for the next three months."
Syaoran would've choked if he had been drinking something. This girl was his co-star? He would have to work with her for THREE MONTHS? Oh crap. He knew he should've never agreed to this.
Kinomoto Sakura. That name sounded familiar, but not because she was a famous actress. In fact, she was just an unknown working on her first role. Oh great. He, the great Li Syaoran, would have to work with a klutzy amateur. Joy.
Sakura saw the contempt look he gave her and shot, "Get over it. It's not like I want to work with you anyways."
Syaoran sneered. "You're just an unknown. You could be replaced by anyone. You should feel honored to be working with me."
The two stomped off in opposite directions, leaving the director baffled and completely oblivious to what had just happened. 'Did I miss something?'
The rest of the day flew by and luckily for both Syaoran and Sakura, they did not have any scenes together. At the end of the day, Syaoran decided to take a break and headed to the coffee shop, wearing sunglasses to disguise himself. Unfortunately, loads of people also had the same idea as him and the shop was packed with customers.
The only available table was where Sakura sat. Deciding he had nothing to lose but his sanity, Syaoran brought his drink to her table and promptly sat down. Sakura looked up, but didn't seem to be fazed by his sudden appearance. She even offered him a small smile; she wasn't one to hold grudges unless someone really got on her nerves. She was willing to give second chances.
The two sat in silence until Syaoran decided to make a wise-ass comment about Sakura. She didn't even blink an eye as she took the remains of her drink and threw it in Syaoran's face.
Syaoran fumed and reached for a napkin, but his hand knocked it down. As he bent to pick it up, the glasses fell off. The clanking noise caused a few people to look at him. A murmur went through the crowd and suddenly Syaoran saw a stream of fan girls dashing to their table.
Sakura heard squeals and yells and looked up. She saw a bunch of girls heading straight for her table…and Syaoran. Wanting to avoid being trampled, Sakura stood up, but it was too late. The horde of girls knocked her over in attempt to get to Syaoran, causing her body to lean over the table towards Syaoran…
…and accidentally plant her lips on his… o0
Just as quickly as it happened, it was over. She was pulled off by hysterical screaming girls and luckily, the bodyguards arrived just then. She sighed in relief as she was hustled out the door and into the waiting car, leaving a struggling Syaoran to deal with his obsessive fans.
The Next Day
"What is that meaning to this?" Syaoran's agent shouted, his spit flying everything. He slammed a magazine on the table. To Syaoran and Sakura's horror, the cover showed them in their "liplock" yesterday. The headline screamed, "Li Syaoran in love with up and coming actress Kinomoto Sakura!"
Sakura saw the cover and decided to be very mature about it… "What the hell?" she screamed. "Me and that bastard? Never in a million years!"
"It was all just a misunderstanding," Syaoran stated calmly. "There's nothing going on."
"Nothing going on? How the hell do you explain this?" asked the agent. Sakura frowned in disgust as his fat belly jiggled around as he shook with anger.
Before they had a chance to answer, the agent said, "It doesn't matter. There might not have been anything going on, but now there will be."
Seeing the confused look on their faces, the agent explained, "Syaoran, it will be bad for your image if you're seen kissing a girl one day, and ignoring her the next. What will people think? We cannot risk you getting the "player" image."
"Hey, I don't care about his reputation. What do you suggest we do anyways, act like the perfect couple?" said Sakura, rolling her eyes.
"Well, yes. And Sakura, if you're seen with Syaoran, it will give you good publicity." Syaoran smirked seeing this, but he could tell Sakura was less than amused.
"I don't give a damn about publicity."
"Sakura, this could make or break your career. I could have you fired if you don't obey."
Sakura bit her lip. She really needed the money and hesitantly asked, "How long?"
"Only two months."
She groaned. Two months…that was practically forever! That asshole…she was pretty sure blackmail was illegal!
"Okay, I'll do it," she said regretfully.
"Great! Don't worry, it'll be a piece of cake! We'll even give you a script to follow. It'll be like acting a movie," said the agent enthusiastically. He walked out of the room, smiling.
Sakura glared at the door. "What a bastard."
Syaoran smirked. "You know you love me."
Sakura raised her hand and slapped him hard, leaving a red hand print on his perfect cheek before stomping off in a huff.
Syaoran shook his head and sighed. 'Women.'