Disclaimer: I wish I owned Card Captor Sakura, but I don't. Oh well, maybe next lifetime.

I do not own the song below, "Let's Take Our Time" by Ryan Cabrera. I'm just borrowing it for this chapter.

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

A Turning Point

Sakura sighed. He wasn't going to talk to her, and she wasn't going to try to force him to anymore. Besides, it was getting late. Touya might come looking for her, knowing how protective he was of her.

"It was really nice meeting you!" She said cheerfully, despite his lack of words. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime this week or something…"

"Perhaps," he answered curtly.

"Well, I better be going now. It's getting late. See you around," Sakura said, waving and turning to leave.

"Wait!"

Sakura turned around; looking puzzled back at Syaoran's face.

Syaoran couldn't help but notice that she was carrying nothing in her hands and that she didn't have any pockets. So, that means she probably walked right? It was probably a quarter to eleven; it's not safe for a person to be walking this late, especially for a girl.

"Are you walking home? It's not safe for someone like you to be walking around this late and stuff…" he practically mumbled in the darkness, regretting his offer immediately. But he wasn't that heartless—he didn't want her to get hurt or anything.

He looked at her carefully and watched her face turn from confusion to a smile. "It's okay, Syaoran, I can walk home. Thanks for your offer though."

"Come on, let me drive you back," he insisted, still wondering why he kept on trying to get her to say yes.

"No, really! I can tell that you don't really want to spend time with me anyway…"

Syaoran's face flushed red from embarrassment. Had he really been that rude to her the whole time? He didn't mean to, it was a natural instinct for him. Maybe he should have been a little bit kinder, or at least polite.

"I'm sorry that I've been all… yeah… I'm just not used to talking to strangers," he made up lamely. He couldn't exactly tell her, "Well, you're a female and you're boy crazy. I don't feel like talking to you."

"Uh huh… right, I'm sure that's it," she said winking. "But if that's your excuse, I'll take it."

Did she just wink at me? Syaoran had to smile. "Alright fine, that was a pathetic excuse. So will you let me drive you home? I promise I don't bite."

She let a laugh—a nice, quiet, genuine laugh—one that he never heard before because of him from a girl other than his family members. Syaoran couldn't help but feel slightly different.

"I suppose that's acceptable, I mean if you keep your promise about not biting or anything," she kidded to him.

Syaoran couldn't help himself but he let out a laugh himself.

The ride to her house was a quiet. She couldn't believe how stupid his excuse was. She wasn't dumb—okay, maybe she was dumb—but not dumb enough to believe that lame excuse. But, he did offer to drive her home to make sure she got home all right and everything and he did end up cracking a smile after all. Maybe he wasn't all that bad after all.

She had several attempts towards conversations and even though he kind of attempted too, the conversations ended only seconds later. She decided to settle with the silence and quit.

After what seemed like forever, he finally stopped at a house and parked. For a moment, they sat there in complete quiet.

"I better go in. It's been fun. And thank you for the ride," she said gratefully. "Really appreciate it."

"No problem. I guess I'll see you around."

"That might be impossible considering how big this city is," she replied intelligently, stroking her chin as if she had a beard. She shrugged and opened the car door. "Bye!" and with that, she slammed the door and hurried to door. After ringing the doorbell (she did not have her new house keys with her just yet), her father answered the door. She waved goodbye and went inside.

Syaoran watched her go in and watched as the man inside looked curiously at him before closing the door. He sighed, not sure whether it was a good thing or not that he might not ever see her again. He decided that it was good—he would be leaving anyway. No point in making friends—definitely girls—and then leaving them behind. Yup, that was a good plan, just be by himself.

He continued watching the house for some strange reason, too lazy to drive back. To think that if he hadn't drove her home. He could be home right now, chilling and relaxing in his new room, enjoying the missing presence of his four sisters and his controlling mother.

Yet…

There was something about her. Something he couldn't quite place yet.

Yes, I'm going crazy.

Sakura went into the kitchen to snack on some ice cream before going to bed. She knew that her father was curious and that he had followed her to get some answers like the father he was. Sakura helped herself to a bowl of ice cream, plopped down on a chair, and started eating.

Fujitaka sat down across from her and watched while she ate. Sakura started counting down before he would start talking.

Five, four, three, two, one—

"Who was that?"

Right on time. Sakura shrugged. "This guy I met at the park. Why?" she asked casually, eating a spoonful of her ice cream. Ouch! Head freeze!

"Oh, no reason."

Oh really? "Then why ask?"

"Just wanted to make sure that you're not hanging with a complete stranger. You know it's not safe to talk—let alone ride—with a complete stranger in a car. You have no idea who that young man is."

Sakura started to roll her eyes and sighed. "Dad, I heard this speech a million times before and I know, I know. He's like my age! And it's not like I will ever see him again. See? I came home, safe and sound. I won't do it again, alright? Now, I'm going to go upstairs and get ready for bed. You should too," she said in a typical teenager way. She kissed her dad on the cheek, washed her bowl, and ran up the stairs into her new room.

Fujitaka sighed. Sakura, Sakura. What am I supposed to do with you?

More than a week has passed, and Sakura had forgotten about Syaoran already. She had occupied herself by setting up her new room the way she liked it. (Her father had agreed to let her paint the walls pink).

Satisfied, she felt as if she was finally home. Occasionally, she would have picked up the phone to call Maria and gab about the usual stuff going back in the US. She always felt lonelier afterwards, so she limited herself to talking on the phone.

Sakura was almost glad that her father had thought about this beforehand and had signed her up to summer school. She would be studying college classes, of course, to prepare herself for college. And she had to adjust to be taking classes in Japan. She had heard that classes in Asia were way different than the ones the United States.

Sakura turned off her lamp and closed her eyes as her mind started to drift off… thinking about tomorrow and her first day…

"Yes Mother."

"And remember to wear warm clothes throughout the day, you do not want to catch the cold."

"It's 98 degrees outside, Mother."

"Do not correct me son. Wei has given you the information about the school, yes?"

"Yes Mother."

"You know what to do?"

"Yes Mother."

"Good. Any problems, let me know. Good bye son," she said quickly before hanging up.

Syaoran placed the phone back on it's proper place. Even though he was more than several miles away, his mother always managed to be there to fell him what to do. Amazing, wasn't it?

He could have gone out that week, could have met some nice guys around the neighborhood, or even had met a nice girl. But did he? Course not. In two months, he would be gone. What is the point in making new friends? Waste of time. Besides, nice and quiet would do him some good.

But his mother, his wonderful, wonderful mother had signed up for classes. He never really had a chance to slack off. He studies hard all around the year, even on Christmas vacations, Thanksgiving breaks, and now the summer.

Syaoran wondered what could happen tomorrow…

Fourth chapter done. Man, isn't Syaoran's mother cool? Yeah, I'm trying to get her to be like this really, really strict single mother that really cares about him. Hmm… too strict? And a little bit crazy?

Oh yeah! Go me!

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