Author's Note: Hi guys! Thx for all the reviews! I was suppose to post up this chapter last night, but the damn site was having problems xD. Anyways, I'm gonna be really busy this upcoming week, so the next update is gonna be on the weekend, just a reminder to you all.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Cardcaptor Sakura or She's All That (1999). I need money! LOTS!

Chapter 5 – Makeover

.: The Night of the Party – Narrator's POV :.

Sakura was at home. She was working on her new art project, reminiscing about the past few days. She hung out with Syaoran quite often now. They would eat lunch together under a tree talking about random subjects like ice cream, or maybe even just the little things like the taste of apples. It was really quite funny as she thought back. She was smiling and moving her brush with grace.

Syaoran had just finished a soccer game. Sweat dripping down and showered with the happiness of victory.

"Hey Syaoran." said Takeo, as they entered the locker room to change.

"What?" he relied.

"Awesome 3 goals you scored back there. What's your secret?"

"Nothing…"

"Oh…"

What Takeo didn't know was that Syaoran was more along the sides of happy because he had found a way of connecting to Sakura.

"Hey Syaoran, you coming tonight?" questioned Yuuhi.

"Oh yeah…Yep, I'm coming to your party tonight." Crap, I gotta leave quickly so I can convince Sakura to come before the party starts! "Oh! Would you look at the time! Gotta run, sorry guys, can't stay for the initiation! Bye!"

And with that Syaoran left, leaving a group of confused guys.

.: Sakura's House – Narrator's POV :.

RIIING RIIING

"Coming! Oh hey there Syaoran!"

"Hi Mr. Kinomoto."

"Nice to see you again, come on in."

"Thank you."

"Sakura's down in the basement, Takeo and I will be in the living room."

"Thanks." Replied Syaoran as he took off his shoes and started to head for what look like basement stairs.

He was dressed in a nice pin-striped suit without any tie. All ready for the party, except he was missing one thing, Sakura…

He walked down to a very poorly lighted room. There he saw Sakura; wearing a plain white t-shit and a baggy pair of jeans.

He looked up to what she was painting. It was a portrait of a woman. She had nice long flowing dark creamy purple hair, with bright green eyes that sparkled as if they were real emeralds. He was captivated by the emotions he could feel through the painting, and the emotions he could read in the painted porcelain face; happy and sadness…two extreme opposite emotions that were emitted to him through the painting.

I wonder why…

"You make so much noise you know." Sakura stated as she turned around to look at Syaoran.

"Eh he…Nice painting."

"It's my mother."

"She's beautiful."

"Was...she died two years ago…"

"Oh. My bad, sorry."

"That's ok…"

"At least you had a mother that cared."

"Huh?"

"My parents don't give me any attention. They think filling my pockets with money is the best thing to do."

"Well at least you have friends."

"Only one."

"But what about the others?"

"I've only known them for a short time…"

"Hey, look, at least you have one person to confide in. You should be happy."

"And what about you Ms. Smarty-Pants?"

"What about me?"

"Why don't you ever have fun?"

"Why exactly are you here?" she asked as she turned around to continue painting.

"I want you to go to the party."

"I already said no."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty pretty please?"

"NO."

"Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?" Syaoran pleaded once more with his famous puppy face.

"NO! Stop asking me!"

"Seriously, please?"

"No, even if I wanted to, I can't. I have to clean the house."

"Oh, but that's where you are wrong! Come upstairs." Syaoran said with a smirk across his face.

Upstairs Syaoran opened the front door of Sakura's house, and in came a couple of maids.

Sakura dropped her jaw, "What the…"

"There my maids from house. They don't mind the extra work as long as there is extra cash."

"Still can't go. I don't have a dress."

"Problem solved, TOMOYO!" he yelled out the door and from a car, Tomoyo came out as if on cue, smiling with a huge gym bag by her side.

"You're sooooo going to look VERY CUTE in my hand-made outfit!" she exclaimed while grabbing her and running up the second floor stairs.

"We'll be down in an hour or so Syaoran!"

"-phew- That went well." said Syaoran, as he walked into the living room to find Touya and Mr. Kinomoto.

.: Upstairs in Sakura's room – Narrator's POV :.

"EEEKKK! Try this one!" Tomoyo exclaimed as she picked out a nice silk pink strapless dress and pushed Sakura in the bathroom.

A dress…I haven't put one on since mother passed away…

"Hurry up Sakura! We have to do your make-up next! We don't have a lot of time, and that hair of yours has to be fixed!" yelled Tomoyo.

"Ok! Jeez, calm down! I'm coming out."

"OMIGOSH! PRETTY! EEKKK!"

"Ok, change of plans; we're cutting the hair now."

"CUTTING MY HAIR?!?!?!"

"Honey, the long hair you have, just doesn't fit your face shape. You're gonna have to trust me on this one."

"…"

.: One Hour Later, Downstairs – Narrator's POV :.

"YEAH! I win! You lose Syaoran!" exclaimed Touya.

"Meh…"

"Na na na na na! Chinese gaki! I beat you at Swordsmaster!"

"Ok ok…"

"SYAORAN!!!"

"Ah, that's Tomoyo. Sorry kid. We'll play another round another time."

"Ok. I'll still beat you though!" said Touya with a huge grin.

"I'll be better the next time." said Syaoran as he walked out of the living room to the second floor stairway and found Tomoyo at the bottom.

"You ready?" she asked.

"Yeah…" he replied while nodding.

"Ok. SAKURA! COME DOWN!"

…a minute of silence passed…

Syaoran glanced at Tomoyo, and she shrugged.

"SAKURA, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, OR I WILL PERSONALLY DRAG YOU DOWN, AND YOU WON'T LIKE IT!" Tomoyo yelled once more.

The sound of creaking stairs began.

Syaoran was intensely looking at the stairs and found small 2 inch high-heeled white shoes, followed by nice slender legs and then the body and finally her face.

Syaoran was in awe. He could barely recognize Sakura if it weren't for her jewelled emerald eyes. Her strapless dress clung to her every curve and ended just above her knees, and her eyes shone out more without her glasses and the small amounts of make-up that brought them out. Her hair was just above her shoulders (AN: just like in the series) with long bangs swept to the side of her face. Her rosy lips took in the light and made a smile even brighter.

"Um…Syaoran?" she quietly said.

"…" Syaoran couldn't hear her, he was too busy admiring Sakura's beauty.

"Syaoran?!"

"…OH." he replied while blushing, "Sorry, just…um…ad – "

"OK GUYS, LET'S GO! ERIOL'S WAITING FOR ME!!!"

"Heh, thanks for everything Tomoyo."

"No problem girl."

"Oh Sakura, one last thing…"

"What is it?"

"Have fun."

.: To be Continued… :.

Hooray! Another chapter done! This one was a bit shorter, but it's an important development section. Anyways, 'till next weekend!