A/N: I just HAD to write something today, so here's the next chapter! I hope you like it.
Cloud: I-
Me: You need to stop popping up in fics like this!
Cloud: (makes baby face)
Me: Crud.
Note: Yeah, you know, OOC. /_____\
Disclaimer: CCS is a no-owned by me. Wish it was, but we can't have everything.

After I had 100% recovered (from you-know-what), I decided that I would forget, entirely forget, Syaoran Li. I would see him in school, and I will not care. I would endure snottingly horrible remarks from him, and I will not care. I will forget I ever fell in love with him, and-
CRUD! Why does life do this to you? I will care about that! Of course I will dang well care! You can never forget anybody you've loved, unless you get brainwashed. Isn't there a such thing as an EX-BOYFRIEND-CLEANER for your brain?
Well. I will try to forget the other stuff, but in the meantime, will push the last thing to the back of my brain, and hopefully never remember I ever loved...him. Yes! That's it!
No. Too hard.
Shoot. Shoot, shoot, shoot. Syaoran was alive everywhere I went, and he's never going to die off. WHAT SHOULD I DO?
Then, in the nicka time, the doorbell rang. At least then I'd get a chance to recuperate and think over the facts. I mean, whoever was at the door was sure not for me. It could be Nakuru, or it could be one of my dad's workers or something, but not-
"MEILIN?" I screamed, horrified at the sight of Meilin in a bikini top and a denim skirt. It was pretty hot today, I admit-but why the sexy top?
"What the frick are you doing here?" I yelled again, trying to emphasize the fact that I didn't want an idiot sitting on my doorstep in a sickening outfit. Not to mention the tackiest flip-flops that were ever distributed through the likes of Flippies, Inc.
"Well, I don't know why-" She flipped one of the braids on her head over her shoulder and rearranged her blue sunglasses. "But Syaoran wants you to come to the beach with us."
Beach? Syaoran? Why me? Why me, of all stinkin people? I was his rival. I'd been his rival. So, why me? Why not one of the popular chicks at school who showed off their sickeningly huge boobs off in white t-shirts to Syaoran (WHILE IT WAS RAINING?!!?) Why me, and not them?
It wasn't right. It just wasn't. I couldn't go. I mean, it was wrong.
Too bad. I went.
I dunno why, anyway! I told Meilin to hold the door. Then I ran upstairs, grabbed my pink bikini, slipped it on,pulled on my mesh t-shirt, and packed my beach bag for the trip. It was hot outside, and I had nothing better to do. But then I'd see him! Now that sucks!
But I went.
I have to admit, Meilin's mom's car is super sweet. It's a silver Mercedes-Benz. She must be rich or something! It has nice velvet seats and a police tracker, and also an SOS button. (It should have been SOC, BTW.) Syaoran was telling his friend, Yamazaki, all of those corny jokes you hear on corny movies. Yeah, I can understand the corny jokes part. But Mr. Thang watching all those horribly boring movies? Never believed and never will.
We finally reached our destination: HAYAMA BEACH! The sun was out, I love the beach, I was with at least one person who was not the sonntingly stuck uppish type (Yamazaki) and THE WATER WAS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!
You know how when you first enter the water, and it's freakishly cold, and then once you swim a bit, it starts to warm out? Well that was like my day today. When we got to the beach I stayed away AFAP (as far as possible) from my group, but as the water started adjusting (or rather I started to), Yamazaki came over and asked me all sorts of questions about Chiharu, whom he has a super huge crush on, then Meilin organized a beach volleyball game (in which Yamazaki and me won!) and then I actually had a nice conversation with Syaoran.
I'd swam a bit then I got tired, so I went to the towel we'd laid out and stretced out under the umbrella for awhile. When I looked into the sky though my head felt a bit sickish, so I sat up on the folding chair and started reading my new book, Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging . (A?N: To all who decided to read a book witha freakishly weird title....isn't it good though?) During the Month of May (in the book) Syaoran came over and sat down.
"Do you know why I asked you to come, Sakura?" He inquired, searching thru the picnic basket for barbecue chicken.
I handed him a drumstick. "No, why?" Actually, it was a pretty dumb question. Of course I didn't know. Just tell me you freak, so we can get this whole thing over with.
"I wanted to see if I could get my memory back," He said, gnawing.
I froze, mid sentence. Memory back? Huh? Had his memory been erased? Or was he in an accident, or did he get amnesia, or what....? I finally had the explanation for his weirdness.....not to mention rudeness. He was acting pretty nice now, though.
"M-Memory back?" I echoed, doggy earring my page. (Habit.) "What....sort of memory?"
"Oh!" He blushed. The secret had slipped! "N-Nothing."
"It is not nothing, Syaoran Li! You'd better tell me or else the bbq chicken gets it," I said, taking a ciggarette lighter out of Yamazaki's bag (yes, sadly, he'd turned to smoking.) "Come on, Mr. Li, scared?"
He let go of the wing. "Fine, Miss Spoiled. Here, it goes like this...."

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A/N: HA! LETCHA OFF ON A CLIFFY!!!!!!! And at the best part, too.....don't you guys just hate me?