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BabyPenguin Sakura heard squeals and yells and looked up. She saw a bunch of girls heading straight for her table…and Syaoran. Wanting to avoid being trampled, Sakura stood up, but it was too late. The horde of girls knocked her over in attempt to get to Syaoran, causing her body to lean over the table towards Syaoran…

…and accidentally plant her lips on his…

That's how they ended up kissing. It wasn't actually a kiss, but the media twisted things around.

brownies Which parts didn't make sense? I'll try to change them or explain it to you.

kura52 Lol, where would the story be if we didn't have someone who thought he was all that? It'll be fun taking him down XD.

Chapter Two

Syaoran was exhausted. It had started out with a rough morning, and nine hours later, he was finally done with the filming. He got ready to go home and take a much-needed nap.

"Syaoran!" his agent, Dave, yelled out to him. Syaoran sighed inwardly and waited for him to catch up. What did he want now?

"You can't go to the party dressed like that!" lectured Dave. "Imagine how many magazines will put you on their worst-dressed list!"

Syaoran frowned. 'Gee, a hello to you too.' To Dave, he asked, "What party?"

"Heh." Dave gave a nervous little chuckle. "Didn't I tell you? You and Sakura are going to the pre-show party for the World Film Awards tonight!"

Syaoran narrowed his eyes. "No, I don't recall you saying that. And the awards don't take place until next month."

"They're having it early to avoid too much paparazzi," explained Dave. "And it's too late. I've already told the organizers you're attending. They were very excited to have the first public appearance of you and Ms. Kinomoto."

Great. Him and Kinomoto at a party filled with cameras, acting like they were so totally in love. Just what he needed to make his night complete. Not.

Sighing, Syaoran got changed into more "appropriate" party clothing and found Sakura already waiting for him. She was wearing a simple white dress with a tiny silver bracelet accenting her small wrist. Her make-up had been lightly done and flawlessly applied. He had to admit, she looked nice.

Without saying a word to each other, they got inside the limo. Sakura kept squirming uncomfortably and it was really beginning to get on Syaoran's nerves. "Would you stop fidgeting?" he snapped.

Sakura stopped moving around and faced him. "I've never worn a dress before."

Syaoran stared at her. What kind of girl never wore a dress before? Not that he was sure Sakura was a human girl…she seemed pretty screwed up to him XD.

"Close your mouth. You look like an old perverted man," Sakura retorted. By this time, they had reached the scene of the party. The limo slowed to a crawl as the red carpet was crowed.

The limo door opened and Syaoran stepped out. He offered his hand to Sakura, acting like the perfect gentleman. Fans screamed and waved their pictures and homemade signs. Sakura stepped out of the limo and blinked as a million flashes went off. It didn't help that she was wearing stilettos and very unsteady.

Luckily, Syaoran was holding her arm, so she couldn't trip and fall flat on her face. She bet Syaoran would love to see that. The girls who had been screaming Syaoran's name now glared at Sakura. Their beloved actor was dating this unknown, unglamorous actress. In their sick opinions, Syaoran would be better off with one of them. Sakura resisted the urge to flip them the finger.

Finally, they reached the door. Sakura sighed in relief as the flashing lights and fans screaming stopped. However, what she saw wasn't much better. Famous celebrities drinking and partying. Geez, it looked more like a slut party to her.

A woman with a pound of makeup on her face and a barely-there outfit stumbled into Syaoran and giggled. "Sorry," she burped.

Sakura was disgusted. What was wrong with these people?

A slow song came on. As if snapping out of a trance, everyone immediately straightened up and starting dancing with their partners.

Syaoran put his arms around her waist and she gulped. She had never danced before. She put her arms around Syaoran's neck and discovered it wasn't so hard. Just hang on and sway back and forth.

'This is so lame.'

"SYAORAN!" a high-pitched giggle cut through the room. A stunningly beautiful but ditzy-looking girl stood before them. Sakura recognized her as Syaoran's last girlfriend, though she couldn't remember her name. Seemed like he had bad taste in everything…

What's-her-face pushed Sakura aside and started glomping Syaoran. Sakura nearly laughed out loud as she watched Syaoran's face turn red from lack of air.

"Sakura." Sakura turned around.

"Eriol?"

The man named Eriol grinned. "I haven't seen you since high school! How 'bout I buy you a drink and we can catch up?"

Sakura laughed. "Sounds like a corny pick-up line, but sure, why not?" She winked at Syaoran and followed Eriol away from the crowd.

Syaoran pushed what's-her-face off him. Sakura had just insulted him by going off with some other guy and he knew she knew he would be pissed. That girl...even the simple things she did was beginning to bother him.

"What's wrong?" Syaoran glanced at his ex. He tried to remember her name, but his mind came up blank. What had he been thinking when he went out with her? Oh yeah. He had been sort of…drunk…when she asked him out…

"Nothing," he muttered.

She flung herself at him again and he groaned. He couldn't be rude in front of so many people, so he let her cling to him. Looking over the girl's shoulder, Syaoran spotted Sakura chatted happily with a good-looking man and he felt jealously boil in it. How dare Sakura ditch him and leave him with this bimbo…

Syaoran untangled himself from the girl and walked over to Sakura. She looked up at him and grinned. Syaoran dragged her away and she quickly apologized to Eriol, joking about jealous boyfriends and telling him she'd see him some other time.

Syaoran put his arms back around Sakura.

"Jealous, weren't you?" Sakura laughed.

Suddenly, all the lights dimmed except one. A spotlight shone right where Syaoran and Sakura were. Everyone whistled and cheered, chanting for them to kiss.

'Ugh, those perverts. Don't they have anything better to do? Like take some drugs or something so they can act even more idiotic?' Sakura was obviously in a bad mood.

Syaoran smirked and gave Sakura a quick peck on the mouth, but everyone was clapping. Sakura was so tempted to wipe her mouth, but she knew she couldn't. Her face flamed from anger and she bowed her head down as a few people snapped pictures.

At two, the party finally ended. Sakura collapsed on the bed and took off her shoes. She didn't even bother checking her feet for blisters; she knew she probably had a ton, and that was only if she was lucky. Which she wasn't. Which meant she probably had so much she couldn't walk tomorrow. That wasn't totally a bad thing, because then she wouldn't have to go on set and face Syaoran. Groaning, she remembered tomorrow was her day off.

Drowning in her sheets, she decided to get some sleep.

The Next Day

Sakura rubbed her eyes and opened the door to pick up the morning paper. Her eyes stopped at the headline and she blinked the sleep out of her eyes. Maybe she was seeing things…

There, right on the front page were pictures of Syaoran and Sakura at the party. The one with Sakura's head down caught her attention. She squinted at the caption. "A blushing Kinomoto Sakura hiding her face in shyness!"

Sakura scanned through the article. The more she read, the angrier she got. She didn't remember "throwing a fit after seeing Syaoran just talking with an ex-girlfriend." These people had no life. They were so pathetic that they made up stories and let the other pathetic people lap it all up. Sakura dumped the paper into the wastebasket and decided she would just hide under the covers all day.

Syaoran

Syaoran was awaken by the ringing of his phone. He groaned and looked at the time. Seven a.m. Who would be calling this early? And on his day off too…

"Hello?" he mumbled into the receiver.

"Syaoran," said the scolding voice of his mother. "Don't tell me you just woke up! Have you been training?"

"Mother, it's my day off. Just let me rest for a few minutes."

He heard his mother sigh on the other line and he could picture her famous Li frown.

"On other matters, you never told me you were dating Kinomoto Sakura," said his mother, her tone brightening. Oh, I remember when you were kids. That time she beat you at soccer, why I'd never seen you so mad!"

Syaoran felt his breath catch. "What?"

"Don't you remember?" asked Yelan.

Syaoran had a vague memory flashback. He remembered telling a girl with pigtails that she couldn't play with him and a bunch of friends because girls couldn't play soccer. To prove his point, he challenged her to a one-on-one match. To his embarrassment, he lost and was humiliated by everyone else for the rest of that year.

"That was HER? Are you sure it's the same Kinomoto Sakura?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Yelan insisted in a cross voice. "I still have pictures and I can assure you, that is the same Kinomoto Sakura. Why don't you invite her to dinner? It'll be nice getting reacquainted with her."

Syaoran froze. He couldn't invite Sakura to dinner with his family! "No, mother, you have it all wrong…Sakura and I aren't a couple." Before he could explain why, his mother cut in.

"Syaoran, don't you dare lie to me just because you don't want to take her home! You will be here by eight o'clock Friday and that's final." Friday? That was in two days!

Syaoran heard the phone on the other line click off and he sighed. His mother wasn't someone you would mess with, and he knew what was good for him. But there was just one problem…how could he convince Sakura to go with him?