Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto **sniff sniff**
"Preconceived opinion that is not based on reason or actual experience, nine letters."
"Fuck."
Ino Yamanaka rose an eyebrow in confusion. "Forehead, that's four letters."
Her pink haired best friend, Sakura Haruno, lifted her head and blinked, before throwing the newspaper she had been holding behind her shoulder and dropping her face on her hands. "Ughhh Ino!" she groaned "I wasn't talking about your stupid crossword!"
Ino hugged her magazine like someone was trying to take it away from her. "Don't offend my crossword, Forehead!"
Sakura rolled her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest. She groaned again, louder this time, and let her body sink on the couch while she threw her head back on the edge of it. She closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of air blowing in her face. If she thought about it really hard, she would convince herself that she was at an exotic beach, possibly in the Carribean, drinking mojito and letting the refreshing sea air touch her face.
But the stupid table fan decided to blow air on her face for only a few seconds, not letting her daydream. Because Sakura Haruno wasn't on a tropical island, no. She was in her surviving-a-tornado like apartment with her blond roommate and best friend, Ino, sweating like a pig due to the volcano like temperature of Konoha.
"You are overstressed over this job thing" the blonde told her and stretched her legs on the couch next to Sakura's.
"What are you talking about, Ino-pig? I need this freaking job and you do too" the pinquette mumbled looking at the white ceiling.
A pillow was thrown in her face and Sakura shot up from the couch like a wet cat. "Snap out of it girl!" Ino shouted "Calm down!"
Sakura walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge grabbing the orange juice carton and bringing it on her lips. "Calm down?" she shouted after putting it back in the fridge. "I'm in college and I have no job!" She sighed and let her back slide in the wooden frame of the kitchen door. A purring sound was heard before she felt something fuzzy rubbing on her leg.
"And what about you, Mr. Muffin?" she softly said and lifted the fat cat in front of her face. "Do you think I'm overstressed?" The white cat meowed in response and Sakura put him down fondling his head.
"Didn't you find anything good on the paper?" Ino's voice was heard from the living room.
"Nah. Everything I found is like, you know, inconvenient."
Ino's blond head appeared behind the couch. "Maybe you just have too high standards."
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Okay then maybe I should accept that stripper that what you asking me to do?"
Ino stood up from the couch and walked to Sakura's place. The pink haired girl smirked. Ino always paid attention on her appearance and made sure it was always no far from stunning. But being at home with Sakura on a hot Saturday morning seemed to make her to care more about fooling around with a crossword that had fallen from a hot guy she saw in the street - I'm telling you Sakura he was gorgeous! - than her appearance, which was consisting of extremely short baby pink pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt with a Tweetie stamp on it.
"Look" she said and sat down next to Sakura. "I'm not asking you to think stupidly. I'm just asking you not to stress over it 24/7. Why don't you work as a waitress again?"
"Because the only restaurant that asks for a waitress position is that one which is full of old perverts all the time" Sakura answered and sighed in irritation. "At least I don't have to worry about college funds."
"Or a freaking apartment, girl" the blonde smirked and took Mr. Muffin in her hug. "Woah, you've gotten pretty heavy, Mr. Muffin."
"Ino, he is eating all day!"
"Resembles his owners"
Sakura giggled and stood up slowly. "I feel like I'm about to melt!" she exclaimed and walked into her bedroom. Taking out her oversized black shirt with the logo "better late than never" felt better than she expected. She picked up a pair of short faded green jeans and a light purple T-shirt and put it on.
For some weird reason, every time the temperature seemed to be like over 9.000, she felt really old, even if she was only twenty years old.
She walked with small steps out of her room and grabbed her keys from the dining table and her sunglasses. Ino looked at her in confusion. "Where are you going?"
Sakura moved a small paper in front of her face. "See that? It's the shopping list you never took with you yesterday."
Ino rolled her eyes. "Whatever. It's not like I forget about it all the time."
"Whatever. Be grateful, I only do this coz the supermarket has awesome air conditioning" Sakura teased her friend and Ino stuck her tongue out at her.
The pink haired girl started running down the stairs and stormed out of the door, only to regret stepping the foot in the street. She sighed and started walking to the supermarket which was just a few blocks away.
Damn the heat!, she thought and ran her hair through her short pink hair. It had been two years since she was offered a scholarship in Konoha University. She had been really excited about this, and the best thing was that Ino's dad had bought his daughter an apartment, and Sakura became eventually her roommate.
Then she started working in various restaurants and cafes as a waitress. And in one of them, she met her boyfriend, Kiba Inuzuka. Sakura smirked at the thought of her dog loving boyfriend. He was funny, cute and he liked her a lot, even if she was studying like crazy most of the time.
The automatic doors of the supermarket opened and a wave of air blew into Sakura's face and the girl sighed in satisfaction. The cashier girl was busy reading a magazine that didn't seem to notice Sakura's entrance in the place. Rude, Sakura thought and rolled her eyes in annoyance. She grabbed a basket and walked through the corridors looking closely at the shopping list, narrowing her eyes wherever she would see some kind of stupid item Ino would add.
Seriously now?, she thought and picked up the chocolate flavored cereal carton in her hands. I haven't eaten this since elementary school… She threw it in her basket with an angry sigh. It looked like as she was the only one caring about their financial issues. The only thing they were earning money from was Ino's job as a waitress at a café, which apparently didn't need any waitresses like Sakura right now.
"I want this and this and this and this oneee!" he heard a squeak and spotted a small kid, about 7 years old, jumping up and down pointing at the colorful cereal boxes. Sakura smiled in amusement.
"One is enough, Toshiaki" a sexy deep voice was heard and Sakura's eyes widened. Why, hello, sexy guy, she thought and tried to take her eyes away from the man. He was tall and muscular enough to make you understand he is strong. His raven haired chicken butt like hair's bangs were falling in an adorable way in front of his onyx eyes.
If Ino was there, she would start making sex comments about the hottest guy Sakura had ever seen. But Sakura was a serious girl, she knew her boundaries.
Yeah. Like hell she did.
Sakura forced herself to turn her head around trying to hide the enormous blush that was spreading on her face like a virus. That guy looked around my age, she thought and walked to the next corridor with slow steps, ignoring the revolutionary squeaks of the kid, Toshiaki.
She threw a box of tampons in her basket and checked the other things she had to buy, while planning her perfect night with Kiba and smirked at the thought of him and her drinking wine in his cozy apartment.
After she had picked everything she had one the list (even the idiotic things Ino had noted), Sakura started walking to the cashier with a goofy smile on her face, as she was lost in her fantasy with Kiba.
She only brought back on reality when she turned left to the corridor in front of the cashier and bumped hard on something. "What the fuck-…?" she stopped as she looked up only to see the hottie from before.
"Hey, that old hag said a bad word!" the boy called Toshiaki shouted pointing at her like she had just murdered a jellyfish.
Sakura's face went red in irritation and humiliation and spontaneously she raised her fist at the small kid. "Who did you call an old hag you little-?" Wait what am I saying? Am I threatening a little kid? What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe you are a violent old hag, a creepy deep voice echoed inside her mind.
Wait, what the hell is Darth Vader is doing inside my mind? Realizing she had been spacing out, she looked at the hot guy in panic, who had narrowed his eyes and was looking at her like she was a gum under his shoe or something.
"Ehhh I'm soooorry!" she said itching the back of her head and laughed nervously. She looked down only to realize that some things had fallen off her basket and dropped on her knees to pick them up. Shit, shit, shit, EMBARASSMENT! , she was screaming inside her mind, biting her lip nervously as the guy's shoes were just a few centimeters away from her. Black Converse huh? Nice choice…
She was about to pick another box that had been thrown behind the guy, when he leaned and took it from the floor. Sakura stood up and looked at him with widened eyes. "Here" he said with a not-so-polite tone giving her the box of chocolate cereal.
Sakura took it with a small smile and mumbled "hehe thanks", while she was mentally cursing Ino for making her buy those stupid cereal that would probably now make the hottie think she was childish. What the fuck Sakura you have a boyfriend!
One that makes great pancakes.
You have a point, Darth Vader.
The raven haired hottie rolled his eyes and walked past her, muttering something like "hn, annoying". Sakura narrowed her eyes, as the small kid stuck his tongue out at her. Spoiled kid, snob hot daddy, she thought making her way to the cashier and put her basket on the counter. The bored cashier girl put her magazine in one side and starting taking the things from Sakura's basket, chewing her gum loudly.
Her eyes started trailing boringly on the items that were passing from the cashier girl's hands and being put in plastic bags, when she noticed something. "It's 30, 25, miss" the girl said in a boring tone.
"Are you sure that this is all?" Sakura asked and looked at the things inside the plastic bags. Where the fuck is it? Wait…don't tell me I dropped it when-
"What's a "tampon"?" a child voice was heard and Sakura turned her face slowly, only to see the little boy from before holding her box of tampons and looking at it curiously. The hot guy grabbed it from his hands fast, looking as annoyed as ever. "Gimme that."
"Ehhh…" Sakura mumbled and walked to his place, looking at the ground, begging it would open and she would fall inside so she could escape one of the most humiliating moments of her life. "I think…it's mine…"
The guy's eye twitched and he gave the box to Sakura with a death glare on his face. "Thanks…" she mumbled and walked to the cashier again handing the box to the girl, who lazily told her the price, while Sakura was handing out the money from her wallet fast, as fast as she could in order to get away from there.
She was walking out of the automatic doors, when the kid's voice was heard from inside saying "But still, what is a tampon?" but Sakura had walked away before hearing the answer.
Ten hours had passed since the supermarket incident, and Sakura had almost forget about it.
Almost. Because every time she was thinking that she might meet the hottie again, she was dying in embarrassment. The pink haired girl sighed and passed the street holding a bag full of apples, Kiba's favorite fruit. The moon was beautiful that day and their night would be just perfect. Because, after all, it was their anniversary the other day.
Sakura smiled. Time flied fast. She could still remember the moment she met with Kiba. She was a waitress in a really cozy café, and he had been the client. He had tried to flirt her, only to get rejected immediately. But he had kept coming, and his humor had won Sakura before she could realize it.
She hugged the bag of oranges and took out her keys as she reached Kiba's block of flats. It was kind of sweet that he had given her a key, it was something that bring closer the scenario of…(Sakura would always smile goofily at that thought) living together.
Kiba's flat was on the first floor, so Sakura decided to walk up the stairs. She was planning to surprise him by coming earlier than he expected her. Sakura unlocked the door as silently as she could and made a step in on her tiptoes. She was about to call his name when…
"Oh Kiba!"
"Fuck…"
The pink haired girl froze on her movements and swallowed hard. No.
She started walking to Kiba's bedroom with slow steps. No.
She touched the doorknob and pushed it down slowly. No.
The door opened, revealing her boyfriend in the bed on the top of a blond girl Sakura knew.
No.
No.
The bag of oranges fell from her hands on the floor and the fruit rolled on the floor. Her eyes were frozen on the sight. Meanwhile, the two had noticed her persistence and Kiba turned around in shock.
"Sakura!" he shouted "Let me explain-"
But Sakura had already started running out of the apartment, before Kiba could utter another fucking excuse, in order to cover the obvious fact that he had cheated on her.
With a girl she thought she was her friend.
Tears were watering her eyes, but they weren't from sadness. They were from anger, disappointment, and betrayal.
She had just got out of his block of flats and was about to run away when a crazy idea came in her mind. It was a kind of funny story how she had bought a graffiti spray. It was one of those Friday nights when she would get drunk with Ino and they would make things they would probably regret the other day like dancing in the street.
It was that Friday when Ino had broke up with her boyfriend, Sai, and she was determined to spray all over his car, and they had bought their graffiti sprays but it never happened. And since then, the spray had remained in her bag.
Time to happen, she thought and grabbed the black spray from her bag and started shaking it in the air.
Kiba's car was a silver Volvo. Sakura grinned and started spraying the word "Asshole" on the silver doors.
Hate. That's what she felt. But spraying the word on the car, felt surprisingly satisfying to her. She had just finished when she heard Kiba's voice.
"Sakura NO!" She turned around with a big grin and saw Kiba looking horrified in front of the sight of his sprayed car.
"Fuck you, Kiba" she told him and started running away. Away from him and her now ruined relationship.
"Baby, vanilla ice cream won't make the pain go away, it will just make you fat" Ino told Sakura and the pink haired girl lifted her head up with big eyes.
"I don't care" she softly said and lied on Ino's arm, putting a big spoon of vanilla ice cream in her mouth. Kiba had called numerous times, mostly about his car, but Sakura wouldn't pick it up. Her big green eyes glared on the TV screen where there was a mystery movie. But Sakura didn't really care. She just felt empty.
Ino fondled her friends her. "Come on, Sakura! He was an ass and you know it! And that bitch Temari, I thought you were friends or something!"
Sakura sighed. "Me too. But apparently we were just ex co-workers." The sight of Temari's face under Kiba's made her sick.
Ino moved her body a bit. "Let's sleep, girl. It's late."
Sakura shook her head and pouted. "No, I don't wanna."
"Can I at least lie at the other couch?"
Sakura nodded lazily and sighed, for a hundredth time that night. Ino slowly walked to the other couch and lied down. After a few minutes, she started snoring.
The pink haired girl looked at her best friend and smiled. Ino might have been crazy, acting like she was a kid all the time, flirt with every hot male organism she saw, she might have been hyper sometimes, but she had only been next to Sakura, no matter what.
The blonde had thrown her head back on a pillow while her left leg was thrown on the edge of the couch and her right arm was hanging on the side of the couch touching the floor. Sakura left the ice cream box next to her on the couch and walked to her bedroom and picked up a blanket. She walked back to the living room and threw it on Ino's sleeping body. In response, Ino snored and Sakura chuckled quietly. She jumped on the other couch and grabbed the ice cream box again, when she caught the newspaper she had thrown in the morning, now being on the small table in front of the couch.
She picked it up with a sigh and started turning the pages in boredom.
And then she saw it. Her eyes narrowed and licked her lips nervously. Did she really want this? Did she have the nerves?
Without any further thought, she took a marker from the table and circled it.
She sighed.
I'm gonna be a fucking babysitter.
A/N: Hello! I know I'm also writing "How You Changed Me" now, but I couldn't help it, I had this story stuck inside my mind for too long T_T
please review if you like it! It makes me really happy and helps me keep it up! ^.^