Hello, everyone! I know, I'm pretty inconsistent with my stories. But I promise you, I will try my best to finish this time. I really like how this story is coming along and I hope you enjoy it too. The second chapter will be up quickly, as an apology to you guys and a thank you for sticking with me.
Focusing more on the story, Sakura is a little OOC. I decided to make her a French woman living in the US in this story. I have a thing with accents lately, bare with me. I think I want to make Sasuke British. 'Cuz British accents are sexy. ;D I also may be changing the name. If you have any suggestions, feel free to leave it in a review, because I'm a bit stuck on it. Well, anyways... I'll let you get to it.
Voila!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO.

Unusual bright sea-foam green eyes scanned the busy streets downtown. Her light-colored hands slipped into the pockets of her white, high-waisted shorts as she struggled to keep her posture cool and collected. She leaned against a wall, thinking back on the events that had occurred at her apartment the previous night.

"Sakura, please cooperate with us." A pleading voice asked of her enraged daughter.

"Cooperate with you? You buy me my own apartment at eighteen without my permission, reassuring me that I could handle freedom, and now you're telling me who to date?" Sakura snarled, thoroughly offended and outright pissed. All her life her parents had crossed the line. Rather than encouraging her on her choices they constantly told her what to do. She bitterly recalled her parents kicking her out, sending her into the adult world when she was barely eighteen. She understood that she needed to start her own life, but she hadn't expected it to be so soon. Her father spoke up this time.

"Sakura, you know that was a good decision on our part. You were starting college; you can't always depend on us. But that's the past. Right now, you need to acknowledge that this Sasuke guy is simply not right for you." Sakura's eyes began to tear up in frustration, but she absolutely refused to let the tears fall.

"With all due respect, I am an adult. I've been living on my own just fine for the past three years. It is my decision who I will and will not date. We'll talk later. Please," Sakura would reason with them later, she couldn't take this. She handed them the Tupperware she had filled with her homemade food. She frowned.

"I love you, but you need to leave right now." Her voice became quiet but was still stern. She meant it. Her parents sighed.

"Goodnight, Sakura." Her mother said as they both exited her apartment.

"Goodnight." She mumbled, closing the door.

She walked into the café, giant white letters spelled out "Mon Cher", proudly announcing the name of her restaurant.

"Sakura! Aren't you off?" Ino asked, her bright aqua eyes looking at her in question.

"Yeah, but I had another argument with my parents." Sakura explained, slipping on her apron and suppressing a sigh. Ino shook her head as she slipped the lid on an iced white chocolate latte.

"Sasuke again?" She asked. Sakura sighed and Ino took that as a yes.

"Iced white chocolate mocha!" Ino shouted over the chatting crowd. Fridays were always busy. At that moment, a handsome guy with lavender eyes and long, perfect chocolate brown hair made his way over to the counter. Ino winked at Sakura, and she couldn't restrain from grinning slightly at her flirty friend. They chatted for a few minutes while Sakura attended the next person in line. After finishing up the next order Sakura walked over to Ino.

"Get back to work," She mumbled. She took the obvious hint and said goodbye.

"Party pooper."

"That's my job."
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"Sakura, you are way too tense." Ino said as Sakura locked up the shop for the night. She pulled her bag over her shoulder with a sigh.

"I know, but it's just a lot. Taking care of the shop and waiting for Sasuke to get back from his college orientation, while arguing with my parents again." Sakura unlocked her Range Rover and tossed the keys to Ino. She didn't feel like driving tonight.

"Well, your parents are kind of right about Sasuke. You gotta lose him. He doesn't even treat you right, and you know it. He's a total ice cube and I don't see him melting anytime soon." Ino said, pulling out of her parking spot and onto the road. Sakura rubbed her temples.

"I know. I just.. don't know how to tell him or how to let him go. You know I care about him." Ino paused before responding.

"But you don't love him." It was more of a statement than anything. Even if it were a question, Sakura wasn't sure she knew the answer. She had a feeling Ino was right, as usual. She should break up with Sasuke. But how? What was she going to do? She was sure that breaking up with Sasuke would be bad; they'd get into a big fight and it would end ugly. That was the last thing she wanted.

After a few moments of silence, Ino piped up.

"Hey, isn't that Sasuke's house?" Sure enough, when Sakura turned her head, she saw Sasuke's supersized mansion, his bedroom window lit from the inside.

"I thought he was at orientation in LA?" Sakura mumbled. Quite a few thoughts ran through her head, most of them starting with "what if…"
She noticed the gate was open and Sasuke's car was parked in the driveway.

"Pull in." Sakura said suddenly. Ino lifted an eyebrow.

"Are you su—"

"Pull. In."

"But I-"

"Maintenant!" Without another word, Ino did as she was told and pulled in. She knew not to mess with her when she started speaking French. Sakura quickly fished her keys out of her purse.

"I'll be right back." And with that, Sakura quietly opened the front door to his house. She had never been more grateful that he had given her a copy of his house key than in this moment. She quietly snuck to his room, careful not to step on the creaky wooden steps. She had pretty much mastered sneaking to Sasuke's room. They had snuck into the house millions of times while Sasuke's parents were sleeping. She missed the stolen kisses and cuddling together while watching Sakura's favorite chick flicks. Sasuke never complained. But lately he was distant. When they finally did get to be together, he was always distraught. There was always something on his mind, and it wasn't their date. It bothered Sakura, more than she would let show.

She finally reached his room. No noise came from within the room, just the sound of news on the TV. She stepped in quietly. He hadn't seen her yet; he was on his desk, just staring blankly at… what was that? She couldn't tell from where she was. She stepped over, not caring if she was heard at this point. He stood up and turned to face her.

"Sakura? What are you doing here?" His onyx eyes narrowed slightly, his black eyebrows knit together. He had expected her to show up, but not right now.

She walked over to his desk, glancing at the papers. The orientation flyers. She ignored them though. There was one thing she came here for, and it wasn't to interrogate him. She took a deep breath.

"Sasuke, we need to talk."

There it is, I hoped you like it. Please, please, please leave a review, but no flames! I'm trying to keep the characters as close to their true selves as possible but I also want to change them, just a smidge, to fit the role better. I used OC's for this originally but I found it easy to puzzle in my favorite characters by just changing it up a little. Thanks for reading!

Until next time,
Anna