Disclaimer: Does it look like I own Card Captor Sakura? Ha, yeah right! I wish but I don't. Never have, never will.

Summary: It's been five years since Sakura and Syaoran have seen each other. Yet, they still recall the one summer when they had met. Sakura was moving from her hometown into a new one, not knowing what to expect. She is recovering from a broken heart and has told herself that she would never fall in love again and get hurt. Syaoran was a guy that was wanted by many, but never wanted to have a serious girlfriend. He didn't believe in love and thought it was a pure waste of time. They become fast friends and Sakura learned to break her vow. Then Syaoran does something they both regret…

Summer Romance

Him

"Mr. Li, there is a lady on line waiting for you to answer; she said it's very important…"

"Yes, I'll speak to him right away, please hold on…"

"I do not want my daughter to have these horrific pictures as her wedding pictures! These will be the things she'll treasure until the day she dies!"

Hello, my name is Syaoran Li. I am twenty three years old, currently living in Hong Kong, China. This is my office where I work. I'm a photographer, a very popular one. I am known in all of Hong Kong and am also known worldwide.

I am often called to other places such as Vietnam and Taiwan to do pictures. My life is pretty busy. I get complainers and whiners about how they don't like their pictures and this often gives me a headache.

I sometimes wish I could change my career and find something a little bit less stressful. Say, what about a salesclerk at Walmart? That would get me a discount on the stuff I buy… save lots of money for me!

The summer is when I especially get busy. This is where I most wish I could take a break, a vacation. Yeah, a permanent vacation and go back to Japan…

Japan…

Five years ago, I was eighteen—stubborn, self centered, and conceited. I thought I knew pretty much all there needed to know, since I was a straight As student and I rarely study more than fifteen minutes each night. (Not trying to sound conceited, but I really do—I'm considered a 'genius')

I really thought I knew everything. Including love. I thought I knew all about love and what it really was.

I thought it was a useless emotion, a stupid feeling. People waste so much of their time obsessing over this, their one true love. And what for? Life was not meant to be spent with one person! Living life should not have to deal with someone else in the way!

That's what I thought back five years ago. Now I'm older, I know I better. I learned what it meant to be in love and how great that feeling was.

I lean back in my chair, scratching my chin as my mind traveled back… back when I was eighteen… back to Japan…

"Son, sit up straighter. You look like a question mark!"

Syaoran silently groaned. He hated having lunch with his controlling and demanding mother. But somehow, he was roped into it and there was no way of getting out of it. He couldn't even make up an excuse since she had just sprung it on him.

They were sitting in a rich, snobby restaurant. It was filled with people, coming inside to eat a dish that probably cost as much as ten Happy Meals at McDonald's. Preferably, Syaoran would have gone to McDonald's. Rich, fancy restaurants and cafés weren't his thing—not that he can't afford it. Living in a mansion—fifty rooms and about forty that he never goes into—certainly proves he can afford pretty much anything.

"Alright, that's better. Now what would you like?" His mother, Yelan Li, opened up the menu and started looking through it, trying to find something that will be good to her health and be as least fattening as possible.

Syaoran shrugged. "I'm not hungry." Fortunately for him, he had already eaten a hamburger and fries with the guys—must not tell his mother of course. She never approves of him eating anything unhealthy or fried. What he thought she meant was that she never wants him eating anything under twenty dollars.

He loved his mother, he really, really did. But sometimes… she drove him crazy! Being the only son of the family, he was expected more than the rest of his four sisters combined. His father had left their family when he was about three—one of the main reasons he thought love was stupid—so his mother was forced to raise five children on her own. She did that marvelously and raised a rich, wealthy business as well. Yelan Li was expecting his son to take over her business someday and wanted him to be at the top.

His mother lowered her menu to give her son a look. She put it down on the table and took off her glasses. "Suit yourself. I think I might have a salad today and perhaps some clam chowder to go with it; I am a quite hungrier than usual. So how was your last day of school today? Interesting?" she asked, finally taking interest in Syaoran, closing up her menu.

"The usual. My friends cornered me and told me they had plans to make me find a girlfriend. They think I should fall in love. Psh… whatever that is. Love is stupid, I don't see the point in it. I think the phone will be ringing constantly this summer—now that the girls are free, they will be calling me, trying to find excuses to hang out with me."

Syaoran was the most popular guy in school. A smart, intelligent guy with looks that any guy would want and envy. He somehow found the time to be the star basketball player for four years in high school—thus making him one of the most wanted guys in all of his school.

Unfortunately for the ladies, he had no interest and preferred not to date at all. He had little girls as friends because he was worried that they will eventually fall "in love with him" and that would mess up friendship.

"Pathetic," he added with disgust. "They have nothing more to do. It had already started."

"I see you're having trouble with your social life."

"I suppose."

"Well son, you should thank your lucky stars. I have found a solution for you," she announced, reaching for her glass of ice water and sipping it slowly.

"Mother? What do you have in mind?" he asked very, very carefully. With his mother, you could never know.

She tapped her long, manicured fingernails on the table. "I figured you needed some time away. You need to catch up on your studies for college."

Syaoran groaned, not even bothering to keep it inside anymore. He had made straight As in the last semester in the final year of high school, his lowest score being a ninety five. His mother was especially pushy and wanted to push him even further.

His mother pretended not to notice the look on his face or to hear the groan. "It will be for several weeks, don't worry. In Japan where no one knows who you are. It will be perfect. You can start studying for college in the summer and get ahead while all your little friends waste their time going out. You will be going with Wei, I need to make sure you have someone there with you at all times." She told him the news like she was doing Syaoran a huge favor. Joy.

"That is so great." I get to be stuck in a building, learning about stuff in college before college actually starts while my friends get to go party all night long and not worry about waking up early. Fun stuff. Thanks a lot. "Thanks Mother."

"Don't worry about it son, I always know you want. Now, let's eat shall we? Or rather, you can watch me eat and just sit there and make me look bad."

"Sorry Mother."

"Dude, you'll be gone for the entire summer?" his best friend, Brad said loudly through the phone.

"Probably not the entire summer," Syaoran replied, holding the phone with one hand and using the other hand to fold his T-shirt. "Maybe three quarters of it."

"That must suck for you. I feel for you man."

"I guess. But on the bright side, no girls coming to bother me right?"

"Syaoran, I seriously think you need to get over your girls-are-stupid-and-I'm-too-good-for-them."

"What are you talking about?" he questioned him, not really paying attention since he was trying to remember where he had put his boxers. Did he put it in his closet or was it still in the laundry? He had to remember to check—the maids were always putting his clothes in weird places.

"I think you need to find yourself a girlfriend."

Finally, Brad had his full attention. He stopped looking for his boxers to say, "You're funny."

"I'm not trying to be. I'm serious."

"Me? A girlfriend? I don't need a girlfriend. How many times have I told you? Love is a wasted emotion. I think God only gave us that so we won't be as bored or something."

Brad started coughing through the line. "You're only saying that because you don't know how it feels like."

"Right, that's it." Now, where are my boxers!

"I'm serious."

"Sure, okay."

"You will understand what the big fuss is once you feel it."

"Brad, since when have you started to become a chick?"

"Shut up."

"My little brother is leaving me?"

"For the whole summer?"

"Mother, you can't do that to us!"

Syaoran winced at his sister's--Fuuthe, Farhen, Siefa and Feimei--affectionate comments about him leaving. For God sakes, he was eighteen years old! You would think that they would let him go one summer away from them. He knew how to take care of himself.

But, then again, his sisters have always been pretty attached to him. This would be a good change for him, a summer away from his crazy and psycho family! He definitely needed a break!

"I'll only be gone for several weeks—" Syaoran tried to say but they wouldn't hear it.

"But several weeks could turn into forever!"

"You might get an accident on the plane!"

"Maybe you'll run away!"

"What if you get amnesia and forget us?"

Syaoran rolled his eyes. "I love you all too." I cannot wait to leave tomorrow!

WOW, Syaoran is such a… er… YEAH! You get what I mean! But not to worry, for that shall soon all change… hehe

Next chapter, Syaoran and Sakura meet at last! What could happen? Well guess you guys would have to tune in to find out!

(I think fanfiction is becoming evil, they won't let me add stars and that little squiggly thingy. How depressing, I love using those! Grr… stupid fanfiction.)

Evil Fanfiction!

Well, those are my thoughts. Review with yours about my story…

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