Title: Konoha Church Camp

Summary: Church camp has never been so adolescently brilliant. Mortal enemies since kinder garden, what will Sasuke and Sakura do when they go to the same church camp over the summer? M for later chapters.

Chapter 1: Bus ride, Part 1


Sakura's POV

I stumbled awkwardly on the last step of the god forsaken bus that was hauling me off to church camp. Konoha church camp to be a bit more specific.

It's about eight hours from my house. And it sucks. My mom is making me go for the summer because she's going to be working double jobs and doesn't feel comfortable having me stay home alone for such long periods of time.

I started searching for my best friend Ino while I walked down the isle.

She's a little ditsy but she's all I've got, and I'm grateful. I just..had difficulty showing it on occasions. I slumped into the seat next to her and put my worn book sack stuffed with necessities on my lap. I didn't need to bring any clothes in an account of they would be providing uniforms for us. Even more fun.

"Hey Ino, whats up?" I asked, nonchalantly. When she started to answer, I planned on listening, I really did, but at that exact moment, Sasuke Uchiha decided to step foot on the bus. My worst enemy. He was in a charcoal colored button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark blue jeans and converse. He scratched the back of his head, messing up his already messy hair. He was always pulling my hair in kinder garden to fourth grade, throwing rocks at me from the playground for fifth through sixth.

And during seventh through eighth he would shoot spitballs at me with the rest of his immature friends. Finally, during freshmen year, he put a giant wad of gum in my waist length pink hair, forcing me to trim it a little. It was still half way down my back, but still he was an ass. Now it was the summer before Senior year, and I still hadn't escaped him.

He sent me a trademark smirk as he passed my seat. I returned the favor with a glare as he kept walking, sitting directly behind me next to his quirky friend Naruto. I was too busy reminiscing angrily about my past when Ino snapped her fingers in my face. I turned to her abruptly when she looked at me with a questioning look in her eyes as always. "Were you listening?" She asked.

"...yes." I lied after a moment.

"Good." She said, continuing her story on who knows what.

Only fifteen minutes passed before Ino dozed off. She had stayed awake all night in advance so she wouldn't have to suffer on the ride there. I was basically doomed. It was 11 AM, and all I had to occupy me was Naruto's loud mouth, obnoxious laughter, and Sasuke's vulgar language for eight hours. Joy.

I felt a tug on my recently blow dryed hair and turned around with a disgusted look on my face. It never worked. He gave me that evil smirk again as he pulled out a pack of gum from his jeans pocket. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Don't you dare." I warned, hatred dripping of off every syllable.

His smirk increased as he slid a single piece out of the pack and put the rest back in his pocket.

I grabbed the seat I was sitting in at the top and turned my body to face him, prepared to attack if he tried anything.

"Whatever Haruno. You know you wish I'd make a move on you."

My face contorted with confusion but then quickly turned into disgust as he opened his mouth and slowly slid the piece inside suggestively, his fingertip being the last thing to touch it. I made my voice extremely low so only he could hear.

"No but your future boyfriend does." I whispered as I pointed my finger past him at another senior student named Orochimaru. He was bi, and he kissed Sasuke when he was drunk at some party once. Sasuke didn't find out until the next day when Orochimaru passed him in the hall and commented on his kissing skills. It was the best and only material I had to get on his last nerve.

When he turned back around to face me his expression held the same disgust mine had when he said I wished he'd make a move on me. So I was satisfied and turned around.


Sasuke's POV

I stepped lazily on the bus. Honestly, I was only going because Sakura Haruno was going, and it was oh so fun to torture her. My favorite enemy.

It was getting difficult to annoy her, but it was fun nonetheless. I was also going because my step dad, Kakashi, said I needed to straighten up, but I'll just pretend I really want to be here for now.

I smirked at Sakura in her tight gray shirt and light blue jeans. She glared at me for the billionth time in my life before I sat directly behind her next to Naruto, who immediately started talking to me about his difficulties making ramen this morning, and how long it took him to pack enough ramen for the whole summer.

I sighed as I eyed his four book sacks stuffed to the max with instant ramen. "I really don't think its enough." He was saying, when I remembered that gum in my pocket. I argued with Naruto for a few seconds on how stupid he was. It was going to be a long ride so I might as well enjoy it.

I reached out with my slender pale fingers and grasped a few strands of her long hair and tugged lightly. She whipped around with the look that I enjoyed immensely. I loved doing what she hated. All the other girls would have giggled if I'd done that to them. I liked the difference.

I smirked at the thought as I pulled out a pack of gum from my pocket, making her remember her recently cut hair. I hadn't wanted her to cut it all off, but I wanted to make her angry. It worked.

"Don't you dare." She spat at me, my enjoyment shot up as I slid a piece of gum slowly from the pack and unwrapped it.

"Whatever Haruno. You know you wish I'd make a move on you." I said seductively as I slid the piece in my mouth slowly, debating on if I should add a wink into the mix. She looked so disgusted it made me want to laugh, but I kept on my satisfied evil face as she began talking lowly to me. I was about to picture what she would look like naked and angry when I heard her words.

"No but your future boyfriend does." She said as she pointed her finger past me at the senior student named Orochimaru. He was bi, and he kissed me when I was drunk at some party. I didn't even find out until the next day when he passed me in the hall and commented on my kissing skills. It was the best and only material she had to get on my last nerve, and I hated it. Because it was always effective. I turned around in disgust, unable to look at him any longer.

I didn't know what would be hotter on her. A satisfied look, or an angry one. She had to be naked though. Now that I think about it, she's the only girl in school I haven't seen naked. I don't like her or anything. She's hot. I don't mind seeing hot girls naked.


Yayy, I'm revising this story because I took a glance at it and realized how horrible I think my word choice and sentence structure was here. So I intend to fix it pronto (;