chebloz94: Well, I just realised that I have yet to complete one story and I decided that this will be it if it receives good responses.

Summary: Now ladies and gentleman, as you all know, I have a very big problem to solve. If there's a Kami-sama there, please listen to me. I beg you. To those intelligent creatures out there, can you tell me how to make that hot childhood friend of mine return my feelings for him?Well, obviously, I have to start by figuring out how to intelligently stop him from calling me a 'dude'. (Sakura's POV)

Acknowledgment: Cardcaptor Sakura is not owned by me but by Clamp.

Chapter One: Dude

I always wondered how it felt like to be loved by the one you love the most. Every day, without fail, I would wonder how it would feel like to be loved by Syaoran Li. How I wish I'm her. I wish it was me who receives his special smile, his loving gaze, his gentle caress and his sweet 'I-love-you'. I wish I have his heart.

I stared longingly at the couple sitting a few tables away from my spot. There lies the love of my life (I know I'm being corny). He smiled that special smile that never fails to make my knees turn into jello. Too bad that smile is not meant for me. I am blessed that I am able to take a glimpse of it from afar. Another sigh made its way out of my lips as Syaoran gazed lovingly at the girl sitting beside him.

She was who I always wanted to be. Sheena Yahiro. She is the girl who captured the heart of the guy who captured my heart. Of course it is a no-brainer how they ended up together. It was inevitable. They were practically meant for each other. Sheena was the captain of the cheer leading squad while Syaoran is the captain of the soccer team. As we all know, cheerleaders and jocks always ends up together. It's like, they're a couple sent from the heavens.

What about me? Well, I am Sakura Kinomoto. You can call me just Sakura. I am nobody else but me. I'm just a stupid member of the newspaper club and Syaoran's childhood , I'm no one special. I'm just Sakura. Your average teenager with an average look and an average grade living an average teenage life with a not-so-average crush on my childhood friend. Everyone knows that an average student and a jock never goes together. That's the golden rule.

I took one last look before I turned my eyes in front of me where my best friend, Tomoyo Daidouji, stared back at me worriedly. I replaced the frown that had unknowingly crept into my face with a fake cheerful smile to reassure her. She knew that I always had a crush on Syaoran for about four years now yet he never seemed to notice.

Tomoyo seemed contented with my smile and resumed eating her peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich. I stared at my own plate of uneaten spaghetti and meatballs. Yum! I grinned as I twirled the pasta around my fork and was about to put it into my mouth to satisfy my growling stomach when I saw Sheena looking at me.

She pointedly stared at the serving in my hand before throwing a disgusted stare. I looked back at my fork and then looked at Sheena's plate of a small serving of salad. Suddenly, my spaghetti does not seem as appetizing as before and I am not so hungry anymore. I put down the fork in my hand back into the plate and started poking the food. Poking but not eating it. Tomoyo noticed my strange antics and stared at me with a confused look on her face.

"I'm not hungry," I mumbled at her.

She gave me a penetrating look. She knew me too well or probably, she did not believe all, I was the first one to rush to the cafeteria after the recess bell rung.

I shrugged. I knew that I am not the best liar. I sometimes wonder whether that's a good trait or a bad trait. I probably would make myself guiltier if I continued lying to Tomoyo but you know, this is what you call a "white lie". You see, she is doing her best to make me move on from my crush on Syaoran and I know that it had been hard on her. Believe me.

She touched my shoulder. A gesture that was meant to comfort me. Boy, I must be really looking pathetic right now. I gave her a shaky but grateful smile. I am so lucky to have a friend like her.

I stood up from my seat and she did the same. I was just about to throw away the plate of my uneaten food when I coincidentally bump into a well-defined chest.

Well, coincidences are such a weird things,aren't they? When you ask for it to happen, it never does. Now that you ask for it NOT to happen, it does. What in the world? Great. Just great.

I pasted another cheery smile as I greeted the one and only *drum roll* Syaoran Li!

"Hey. Sakura,dude. This is definitely a rare sight. You? Not being able to finish that small plate of spaghetti? What had happen in the world?" asked Syaoran before he lightly punched me on my shoulder with his left hand. After all, his right hand seemed to be glued to Sheena's small waist.

I rolled my eyes to appear nonchalant about it. The truth is, I badly wanted to wipe off that stupid grin on his idiotically handsome face only I couldn't. Did I mention that I had a crush on him?

"I had a big breakfast so...yeah..." I replied lamely as I eyed Sheena's heinous smirk at me. She pressed he body closer to Syaoran (if that was possible). I looked away.

'Good going Sakura...That was so smooth of you.' My inner conscience said to me sarcastically. Totally motivating, huh?

"Well,dude. See you later. "

Syaoran walked away, throwing his head with that messy but shiny looking chestnut hair of his. I glared at him and Sheena. If only looks could kill.

"Yeah,sure. See you later, dude. " I mumbled mockingly to myself.

Tomoyo let out a giggle before she pulled me towards the rubbish bin. I actually forgot that she was there. Stupid dense Syaoran!

Now ladies and gentleman, as you all know, I have a very big problem to solve. If there's a Kami-sama there, please listen to me. I beg you. To those intelligent creatures out there, can you tell me how to make that hot childhood friend of mine return my feelings for him?Well, obviously, I have to start by figuring out how to intelligently stop him from calling me a 'dude'.

I sighed for the countless time today as I headed towards my Calculus class with Tomoyo. Great. I just LOVE Calculus...not! If there's a Guinness World record on the person having the crappiest life, I'd have beaten that record a long time ago.

chebloz94: I think that this would be the best story that I'll write. Anyway, I decided to delete some of my stories as I don't have the 'drive' to continue writing them. Sorry to those who liked some stories that I've written.