A/N #1: Hey peoples! This is my second fic. I hope you like it. By the way, Sakura, Syaoran, and Tomoyo are 19, the other students ages are 18-22, and the professors are 30-?.

A/N #2: Here's the next chapter. I would like to thank all them people who gave out those wonderful reviews. They were so nice, I was about to cry. But oh well, on with the fic.

Disclaimer I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own CCS. The reason being that Clamp does.

Out of all Places, It had to be Hong Kong

CHAPTER 7

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A few days later . . .

Syaoran and Sakura were becoming closer and closer to each other as the days went by. It's very rare to see one without the other. Another thing that changed was Sakura's attitude. She was becoming more like her old self, the happy, little girl that loved life and everything that had life. Every time they entered a room, they were holding hands, either making their classmates happy or envious of the couple.

Xiana, on the other hand, was neither happy nor envious of the new couple. She was flat-out jealous of them, especially Sakura.

'Why did Syaoran choose that Sakura over me? I am ten times better looking compared to her.' Xiana thought. 'Well, I won't rest until I make Syaoran mine. Even if it's the last thing I do.' With that, Xiana walked away, trying to think of a plan to break up Sakura and Syaoran.

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Hyper Coffeehouse . . .

Sakura was busy cleaning tables, since most of the customers just leave their mess. Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, causing her to let out a small gasp. Then, this sly person planted feather light kiss along the back of her neck. She then realized who it was.

"Do you mind? I am working here, Syaoran." Sakura said in a sarcastically annoyed voice.

"Well, excuse me for trying to surprise my girlfriend before we go out to eat." Syaoran said.

"Well, since you were attempting to do something nice, I guess I could let that one slide." Sakura said as she went back to the counter to hang her apron. "So where are we going?"

"How about we go over to Planet Hollywood? It seems like the perfect place to go out."

(A/N: Is there a Planet Hollywood in Hong Kong? Well, if there isn't, there's one now.)

"But isn't that place expensive?"

"Nothing is too expensive for my cherry blossom."

"How nice of you to say that, but if you don't mind, I am kind of hungry."

"Well, I guess our officially starts right now." Syaoran said, as he wrapped his arm around Sakura's shoulder and walked out of the coffeehouse.

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A few hours later . . .

Syaoran was driving Sakura home from their date. The drive to Sakura's apartment was very quiet. It wasn't until the reached Sakura's apartment that they started talking again.

"I had a wonderful time tonight Syaoran." Sakura replied.

"Well, I am glad that you enjoyed it. Do you want to do this again some other time? Namely this Saturday." Syaoran said, as he was leaning closer to give Sakura a kiss.

"I would love to." Sakura answered, before her lips met Syaoran's. They were so busy kissing, that they didn't notice that the door was open, and standing right at the door was a certain girl holding her trusty camera.

"KAWAII!"

Immediately, Sakura and Syaoran stopped, only to find Tomoyo, pointing her trusty camera directly at them. This caused Sakura and Syaoran to blush furiously.

"How much of it did you get?" Sakura asked, in an embarrassed sort of way.

"Oh, I caught the whole thing. I am so glad that I brought my camera along with me." Tomoyo replied.

"Damn, I thought you would finally grow out of that filmmaker phase." Sakura replied.

"Hey! I may have gotten tired of my old designing, but I will never get tired of filming, especially when it comes to you two." Tomoyo said, causing Sakura and Syaoran to get that anime sweatdrop.

"Well, I better go. The guys at my fraternity might try to pull another one of their useless pranks on me again." Syaoran said.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then." Sakura said, then she gave Syaoran a quick kiss on the cheek, knowing that Tomoyo was probably still recording. After that, Sakura and Tomoyo went inside their apartment and Syaoran went back to the fraternity house.

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Inside Sakura and Tomoyo's apartment . . .

Tomoyo kept on bugging Sakura about what happened on her date. After a few minutes of continuous nagging, Sakura finally gave in to Tomoyo's request.

"Fine, fine. I'll tell you what happened. But you have to promise not to get all 'happy, happy, joy, joy' on me, okay." Sakura replied.

"Oh, I give you my word." Tomoyo said, raising her right hand.

"Okay. First, Syaoran took me to that 'Planet Hollywood' restaurant. It was very nice. We had a little conversation about what has happened the last couple of years or so. After dinner, he took me to that nightclub, 'Firestorm.' That place was place was awesome. The music was loud, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Though it did take a while for me to get him to dance, but it was still cool. After that, he drove my back here, and then we started kissing, until 'you' interrupted us."

"That is Kawaii." Tomoyo said.

"To tell you the truth, Tomoyo. I have never felt this way in such a long time. It feels so good to be in his arms." Sakura confessed.

"I knew! I knew you still had feelings for him when we came here."

"Well yeah." Sakura said, as she was heading toward her room. "Oh, just because I know how much you want to know, Syaoran and I are going out again this Saturday." With that, she went inside her room, leaving an ever so excited Tomoyo in the living room.

'Oh, this is going to be great. I better go to the store and buy some more film.' Tomoyo thought. She then gathered all of her things and went inside her bedroom.

END OF CHAPTER 7

A/N: Well, this chapter is done. I hope you all liked it. The good news is that I am not sick anymore. The bad news is, that I am not sure if my brain is still functioning properly to write a decent chapter. Hopefully, this will tell me if my brain is functioning properly or not. Like I said before, Flames are accepted but will be ignored if there is not constructive criticism in it. If you want, you may e-mail me at the_blue_rose85@hotmail.com. Hope to hear from ya.