Hola, minna-san. Someone mentioned a disclaimer? Okay, well I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura although I'd like to! Oh, and the whole idea of them going to New England? My idea! By the way, just because Japanese isn't my native language, that doesn't mean that people can't help me. So if I write something wrong, feel free to tell me! All right...hope you enjoy! I already went through the list of people that I own...there are more to come, but I'll tell you as you meet them!

Keep in mind:
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~bla~ = thoughts
*bla* = stressed words
~~~*** = change of scene or POV
POV = point of view
a/n = author's note

Chapter 2-Changes

"All right, books...check. Pens...check. Laptop...check. Notebook...check," said Sakura, looking at her things. "Oh, my bag too." She took her messenger bag from the table in the tiny living room. "Well, it's my first class..." said Sakura.

"Sakura, are you all set?" Amelia checked from her bedroom next door. Sakura poked her head out of her door.

"Yeah, I'm ready. How about you?" Sakura asked.

"I'm all done. You know, it's great that we're roommates. I couldn't imagine sharing a place with anyone else," said Amelia.

"You really mean that?" asked Sakura.

"Definitely."

"Oh, that's nice of you to say that," replied Sakura.

"No problem. Now let's get to class!"

"Yeah...so it's Japanese lessons first, right?" asked Sakura, checking her schedule a second time.

"Yep. We'll see practically everyone there, especially Jennifer. Although, I have to say, she'll need some help. Our teacher here, Professor Allamoy, isn't the best at pronouncing or explaining. I don't know why they hired HIM," wondered Amelia.

"Hmm...maybe they were desperate," suggested Sakura.

"I don't know. I wrote to my cousin's friend's sister that she could come to teach--my cousin says that she's very good. She sent a resume, but for some reason they didn't take it," said Amelia.

"Maybe she isn't as good as your cousin says she is," said Sakura.

"No, she is very good. Not as good as a native Japanese but still fairly good. I call her all the time when I need help with my homework, but I have you now!" explained Amelia. Sakura laughed.

"Yes, I guess, but hopefully I'll be more help to the *class* instead of just you," said Sakura.

"True," mused Amelia. "So how is it with you and Syaoran? Why aren't you two a couple? Don't you like him?"

"I like him, definitely, but I don't like him like you like Craig. Syaoran's more like my brother except my brother is a bit older and," Sakura laughed, "he teases me. A lot. Syaoran doesn't. Syaoran's like a companion, a comrade. He's one of my few male friends. Other then him there's...Eriol, Yamazaki, and...Yukito. So he's close to me," replied Sakura. Amelia nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay. I seriously think that you two would make the most cutest couple ever, but if you really only like him as a friend, then there's no point in pushing you," said Amelia. Sakura smiled.

~~~***

"Syaoran, are you ready?" asked Craig.

"Yeah," replied Syaoran.

"Hmm...all right. I'm not done yet so can you hang on a minute?" asked Craig.

"You're not done? You started about ten minutes before I did," said Syaoran.

"Yes, but I'm slow," replied Craig. Then he laughed. "That's what bugged Amelia the most, so it's a good thing that Sakura is with her now. Otherwise, we probably wouldn't be together right now," explained Craig. Syaoran was puzzled.

"Why wouldn't you be together if you two were living together?" asked Syaoran.

"We use to live together, but we found out that we got along better if we weren't together all the time," replied Craig.

"Why would that be?" asked Syaoran.

"Well, for some people, if you hang around one person for too long, then you'll start noticing all the bad things about them. For some people, after a while, all they see is the bad things. They can never focus on the good things. Well, Amelia and I aren't the type of people that can get along that well. We want to stay together, definitely, but in order to do that, we can't get on each others nerves, right?" asked Craig.

"Oh, I see what you mean," replied Syaoran, remembering when he had to live with Meiling.

(a/n: Is it Meiling or Meilin???)

"Although, on the other hand," started Craig. "I can see you and Sakura living together. I don't think you two would bother each other." Syaoran blushed slightly.

"Me? Live with Sakura?" Syaoran croaked out, blushing furiously. He shook his head vigorously to get rid of his blush. "No. We're just good friends."

"Best friends?"

"No, that's Tomoyo. I'm just a close friend."

"For how long?"

"Oh...since we were about 10."

"Crap! That's a long time! And what? You're 18?"

"Yeah," said Syaoran. He smiled. Craig had not only confirmed that his English was practically perfect, he also gave Syaoran a crash course in the American slang.

"So, you're sure that you feel *nothing* for Sakura?" asked Craig. Syaoran hesitated.

~Should I tell him? No, it's too soon. We just met yesterday! If I can't tell Sakura, then why should I be able to tell him so easily?~ thought Syaoran.

"No, I don't. We're just good friends."

"Okay. Well, I'm all done getting ready. Let's get to class!"

"What's first?" asked Syaoran.

"Japanese. Remember? You're helping Professor Allamoy," reminded Craig.

~~~***

Sakura and Syaoran were walking into the classroom. Amelia and Craig were walking slowly behind them, talking quietly.

"Any luck?" asked Amelia. Craig shrugged.

"Some. I can tell he feels something for Sakura, but he won't tell me if he does or not," replied Craig.

"That sucks. Sakura is just totally...unknowing. I know she feels likes him, deep down, but it isn't being brought out. She is completely unaware of her feelings for him," explained Amelia. Craig sighed. Then his eyes lit up.

"Syaoran needs to make a move! If Syaoran already knows that he likes her, and Sakura does like him but isn't aware of it, then if he makes a move Sakura will probably figure it out. Then she'll start knowing that she likes him," said Craig.

"Oh, that's awesome. First step is to get Syaoran to make a move. You want to take care of that?" asked Amelia. Craig thought for a second.

"Maybe, but maybe it'll be less...suspicious if Syaoran was...brought into making the move on his own."

"What do you have in mind?" asked Amelia. Craig started whispering in her ear, and Amelia smiled.

"You are a genius," said Amelia, and she kissed him on the lips.

~~~***

"Hello, minna-san. I'm Professor Allamoy, your sensei. Please take out your books and let's flip to page 56," said Professor Allamoy. He was a tall, thin man with short, chestnut brown hair. He wore a pair of heavy, black glasses. Professor Allamoy was wearing a gray suit with a navy blue tie. He was rapidly flipping through his book of Japanese Book 1. "Kore wa anata no hon desu ka? Who can translate that?" asked Professor Allamoy.

Everyone but Sakura and Syaoran, who were sitting next to each other, raised their hands. Professor Allamoy looked down at his clipboard.

"Sakura? Syaoran? How come you aren't raising your hands?"

"Well, Allamoy-sensei, I think we both feel that it isn't fair to others if we always try to answer the question, since we would, of course, know the answer," answered Sakura. Syaoran nodded in agreement. Professor Allamoy sighed.

"You're right. In your shoes, I'd probably feel the same way, but it doesn't matter. I won't always call on you, so it's all right to raise your hand to answer questions," explained Professor Allamoy. Sakura smiled, Syaoran nodded. Then they both raised their hands. "Well, since it looks like we all know the answer, why don't we say it together?"

"Is this your book?" answered the entire class.

~~~***

"Okay class, that's all. You're dismissed," said Professor Allamoy. Everyone got up and started walking out of class. Syaoran started walking out the door but he felt a strange aura tugging the edge of his aura. Syaoran turned around and saw Professor Allamoy talking to Sakura.

~What does this mean?~ wondered Syaoran. He walked out of the class with a frown on his face.

~~~***
Sakura's P.O.V.

"You did well today," said Allamoy-sensei. I was about to leave the classroom, but I turned around.

"Thank you, professor, but of course I would do well. I would be in trouble if I didn't," I said. It's true, not to brag, but I would be in trouble if I didn't know my own language well enough to feel lazy in class.

"Yes, of course," said the sensei. I suddenly felt a strange aura tugging on my aura. I fought it on the inside but on the outside, I made sure that I seemed perfectly calm. Syaoran's aura was being disturbed too, I could feel it. I looked over near the door, but he was leaving. I shook my head, and the feeling went away. I franctically searched for a new topic.

"So...the homework. Pages 67-72? Due Wednesday?" I asked. Today was Monday. I knew that the due date. It didn't matter to me. I would finish it in about 10 minutes, probably less.

"Yes, and thank you for the help that you and Syaoran will bring in the future," said Allamoy-sensei.

"You're welcome," I replied, and then I quickly left the room. I'm not sure if I like Professor Allamoy, but I'll try to be polite to him.

End Sakura's P.O.V.
~~~***

"Oh! This is such a beautiful picnic spot!" exclaimed Sakura. Jennifer grinned. It was about noon time, and the group of friends didn't have any classes for a while. They were going to have a picnic on top of this hill. When you stood on top of the hill, you could see all the trees and bushes covered in snow, and the lakes frozen solid.

"Yeah, that's why we chose it," said Jennifer. Sakura was wearing her light pink ski jacket and her white, waterproof boots. There was a white and pink scarf tied loosely around her neck, and Sakura was wearing the clothes that Syaoran had gotten for her. Jennifer was wearing a pale green ski jacket and a black, velvet skirt. She wore wool tights so she was warm enough, and on her feet were pale green boots that matched her jacket perfectly. She wore a black hat that was snug over her head. They heard a groan from behind so Sakura and Jennifer turned around. They saw Amelia walking slowly up the hill with the picnic basket in her hand.

"I was *not* made to be a shelf or anything," said Amelia bluntly. Amelia was wearing a white ski jacket with a white hat that had a cute little pom pom on top of it. It was cute with Amelia's long, red hair. Her boots were a dark blue that seemed to fit perfectly with her light denim jeans. When she reached Sakura and Jennifer near the top of the hill, she said, "Here. See how heavy it is?"

"It can't be *that* heavy," said Sakura. She took the basket from Amelia, and she almost fell down from the weight of the basket.

"Here, let me try," said Jennifer. She took the basket and had to use two hands to lift it up.

"Give it here," said Tina's voice from behind. Tina wore a gray coat that fell to her knees and had large, black buttons to tie it together. She had a pair of manilla colored earmuffs on, matching scarf, and matching mittens.

"Here," said Jennifer. She gave Tina the basket, and Tina almost dropped it.

"Geesh, I didn't expect it to be *that* heavy!" cried Tina. They heard a sigh from behind them.

"You girls are so...girlish. How heavy can a basket be?" asked John. John was wearing his black ski jacket with gray, waterproof gloves. He was trying to be "brave" so he didn't wear a hat, although you could see his red ears. Tina rolled her eyes.

"It has *all* our lunches in it," explained Amelia.

"Yeah, so?" asked Craig with a grin. Craig was wearing a dark blue coat with fleece lining and fleece earmuffs. He had a pair of pale blue boots on that matched his pale blue fleece gloves.

"Fine, you give it a try," said Jennifer. Sakura smiled.

~This should be interesting~ thought Sakura.

"Fine," said John. Tina put the basket on the ground and John bent down to pick it up. He couldn't.

"What is in that thing?" cried John.

"I think it's the apple juice you brought that's weighing it down," said Craig skeptically. "Here, let me get this up. How heavy can it be? I mean, it might be heavy for your girls but not me," Craig said boldly.

"Oooh, tough guy," murmured Jennifer softly so only the girls could hear. All the girls laughed. Craig bent down to pick up the basket. He lifted it up. He held it, but soon, he had to put it back down.

"That must be a lot of juice," gasped Craig.

"Yeah, about a gallon. John, why did you need to bring a *gallon*?" Tina asked her boyfriend. He shrugged.

"You said you wanted me to bring the drinks. Everyone likes apple juice, and everyone needs enough to drink!" he explained. Tina rolled her eyes, even though she knew he was right. Craig sighed. He spotted Syaoran. Syaoran was wearing a gray ski jacket with his gray gloves and gray boots. He wore a green scarf and green earmuffs. He was getting to the top of the hill, and the rest of the group was behind him.

"Syaoran! Come here and give it a try!" Craig called. Syaoran shrugged.

"Yeah, okay," Syaoran replied. He walked over to the picnic basket, bent down and picked it up.

~What? This is supposed to be heavy?~ thought Syaoran. He lifted the basket and carried it over to near the big tree and set it down.

"Whoo!" cheered the girls. Sakura grinned. ~All the training he had probably allowed him to carry it, but, here's the interesting part. Amelia could carry it up the hill, but the other guys couldn't pick it up. Whoo hoo! Go Amelia!~ The whole group walked over to under the large tree and got out the blanket. They placed it down and sat on it.

"Ooh, now I'm getting hungry," remarked Sakura. She reached into the picnic basket and pulled out her lunch bag. "Mmmm!" exclaimed Sakura. She pulled out the sandwich and bit into it. "What do you have, Amelia?"

"Turkey sandwich, no biggie. How about you, Syaoran?" asked Amelia. Syaoran pulled out a thermos and opened it. Taking his chopsticks, he pulled out some hot noodles and ate them.

"Yum!" shouted the group.

"You sure you don't want him?" asked a girl next to Sakura, her name was May. "He's strong, cute, *and* he can cook!" whispered May. Sakura shook her head.

"He's not my boyfriend," Sakura whispered back. May shrugged.

"If you say so," she said and she started walking towards Syaoran. As soon as May left, a guy named Thomas walked over and sat where May use to sit.

"Hey. How are you?" asked Thomas.

"I'm fine," said Sakura and she smiled.

"You know, I just met you but I think you're a very nice person. Very pretty too," said Thomas.

~Aiya! Is he flirting? Yes, he must be. I don't like him though! What am I going to do?~ thought Sakura.

~~~***

"So, is that good?" asked May.

"Yeah, it's all right," replied Syaoran.

~Man, why is May flirting with me? I really don't like her like that, and I don't think I gave her any ideas...~

"Oh, look! Isn't that cute? Maybe Thomas and Sakura will get together, they certainly look nice together," said May. Syaoran looked up and looked to where May was looking. He saw Thomas smiling and talking to Sakura. Sakura was smiling too.

~No! I can't let Sakura...I don't know, but...I love her! I wouldn't be able to bear to see her with someone else!~ thought one side of Syaoran.

~So, what are you going to do?~ thought the other side.

~Well, maybe I could ask her out before Thomas does. Would that work? Would she say yes?~ thought Syaoran's first side of his mind.

~Who cares? Just as long as she doesn't go out with him, you'll be fine!~ exclaimed his other side.

"Sakura!" shouted Syaoran. Sakura looked up at Syaoran.

"What is it?" asked Sakura.

"Want to come over here and talk?" asked Syaoran, as nonchalantly as he could. Sakura smiled warmly at him.

"Yeah, sure!" She walked over to Syaoran and sat down with her lunch in her hand. "So, what's up?"

"Not much. Sakura, do you want to have dinner with me tonight?" asked Syaoran very quickly. Sakura just looked at him for a second then smiled.

"Yeah, that would be nice. Say...six'ish?" Sakura suggested. Syaoran grinned.

"Great! I mean...that'd be cool," said Syaoran.

"Okay," replied Sakura. She got up and went to her side of the blanket, where May was sitting again. Thomas had went back to his spot. Syaoran lifted up some noodles with his chopsticks and bit into them with a smile.

~I have dinner with Sakura! I have dinner with Sakura!~ thought Syaoran happily.

~~~***

"Hi," said Sakura. Syaoran turned around and felt his breath get caught in his throat.

Sakura was dressed in a pink, sparkling sweater that clung loosely to her body, a red skirt that fell right below her knees, along with some wool tights so she wouldn't freeze to death. Even though she was dressed simply, Syaoran still thought that she looked beautiful. It wasn't that cold anymore, so she left her jacket unzipped.

"You look nice," said Syaoran. Sakura smiled.

"Arigato, Syaoran! You're looking nice yourself," replied Sakura. Syaoran smiled.

"So, I made reservations at the Italian resteraunt by Smith Street. Craig said that it was one of the best places to eat," Syaoran said. "Do you want to start walking? Do you like Italian?"

"Sure, let's walk. Italian? I don't think I've ever had much before but sure!" exclaimed Sakura. "Why not try something new?"

"Cool," replied Syaoran. ~Just act like it's a friend thing~ thought Syaoran. ~Friend thing, friend thing~ They quickly reached the resteraunt.

"I'll have the chicken parmesan with spagetti," said Syaoran when the waitress came to take their order.

"I'll just have number 17. I doubt that I'll pronounce it right, but it sounds good," said Sakura with a laugh. The waitress smiled kindly and wrote down the orders, then left.

"So how do you like college so far?" Syaoran asked.

"I like it just fine. The people are nice, and it's not very stressful. Not yet anyway," Sakura said and she laughed. Syaoran laughed also. "Can you explain the math homework? I'm not so sure about number 17." So Syaoran explained the problem and watched as realization dawned on Sakura's face.

"Oh! I see!" exclaimed Sakura. The waitress came back and placed their food in front of them. "Food already? This resteraunt is fast!"

"Hai, it definitely is. Thank you very much," Syaoran said to the waitress.

"So, what do you think of Professor Allamoy?" Sakura asked.

"Well, I think he's all right, but I think he could teach a little better."

"Hai." There was an uncomfortable silence when all of a sudden, *BANG* The window in the back broke, and a person jumped through the window. Screams went up all over the resteraunt. Syaoran stood up to see what was going on. The person saw Syaoran and Sakura, and the person ran over to Syaoran.

"You, come with me," said a gruff voice. It was the person that broke the window, and he was a man. He pointed at Sakura.

"No!" screamed Sakura.

"If you don't, I will have to take you by force," said the man and grabbed Sakura's arm.

*WHACK*

"Ow!!!" screamed the man, grabbing his arm. Syaoran had hit him with a punch that he learned when he was eight-years-old. Syaoran's leg shot out with a kick and hit the man near the hip.

"Crap, I missed," murmured Syaoran. It was aimed a little above the hip but his kick went too low. But it didn't matter because the man fell down on the floor, hit his head and became unconcious.

"Call the police!" cried Sakura. "Let's go," she pleaded. Just then, the waitress came out of the kitchen with Sakura and Syaoran's food on the tray.

"Can you wrap that up quickly?" Syaoran asked. The waitress nodded, seeing the man on the floor and that Syaoran was breathing slightly heavier that usual. She grabbed two plastic containers from the counter and quickly put the food in. She grabbed plastic forks and knives along with paper napkins, and put it all into a bag. She handed the bag to Syaoran. "Thanks." Syaoran held out his hand to help Sakura get up and Sakura took it. They left the resteraunt with the customers buzzing about Syaoran's martial arts skills.

~~~***

"I am so sorry, Sakura. I had no idea that this would happen," Syaoran said for the millionth time. Sakura smiled.

"It's all right."

"No, Sakura. If you ever go to dinner with me again, I promise, I'll do whatever I can to make it a nice, pleasant evening."

"That's very sweet of you, Syaoran, but I just need to ask you one thing."

"What?" asked Syaoran.

"Can you teach me martial arts?" Sakura asked.
A/N: Well, how did you like it? Professor Allamoy belongs to me, so does that waitress and that Italian resteraunt!! LOL jk! Yes, I've heard that Sakura has learned martial arts, but I've never heard of it and that's part of my story! See, if she doesn't learn martial arts in my story (she has to be *starting* to learn) then the story is messed up! Anyway, please review because that helps me improve my writing and helps me with my inspiration. Thank you! Arigato! Now I have to go!