A/N: Really cliche story! Just saying!! Really really cliche!! Well, that's about it. If you still wanna read then go on and git, but if you wanna leave, the door is right there!
Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY NARUTO!!
Okay, um first of all, the story is set in United States and not in Japan. So don't be surprised when the high school's name is English.
The shrill ring of the final bell echoed throughout the halls of McKinley High as students fled the confines of their classrooms. Among the throng of stressed out teenagers, a young blonde boy stuck out as he pushed his way through his peers.
"Excuse me! Pardon me! Yo, get out of the way!" the boy shouted.
His sun kissed hair fell over his cerrulean blue eyes, eyes that were desperately looking for a specific...Ah, there she was!
"Sakura-chyaaaan!!!" he called out, stopping abruptly in front of a petite, pink haired girl.
"What? What is it? Did Kiba lock himself in the girl's bathroom again?"
Shaking his head, the blonde scowled. "No!"
"Then spit it out! I'm going to be late for the Student Council meeting!"
The boy's demeanor suddenly changed. The excite was still there but with obvious hints of nervousness.
"Didja hear?" he asked softly, which for him was pretty out of character.
"Well, yeah. You were shouting pretty loud."
"No, I mean about the Senior Prom!"
Seeing where this was going, Sakura took one good look at the boy, no. Naruto had grown from the childhood friend she once knew. These four years in high school changed him, and not just him, everyone in their tight knit group of friends changed. That included herself as well. But one thing still remained, Naruto's undying crush for her. The Senior Prom was the blonde's last chance for having her as a date. Perhaps, the last date the two will ever have before going to seperate colleges of their choice.
Staring at the blonde, Sakura idly took in the way Naruto was shifting his feet from one foot to another, how he wrung his hands in discomfort under her calculating gaze. Naruto desperately wanted her to say yes.
'Sakura, you wimp! You're just too kind for your own damn good!'
Sighing, the girl combed her hand through her hair. "Before you ask, Naruto. No, I don't have I date. And yes, I will go to the prom with you."
Sakura was immediately having second thoughts. Naruto was undeserving of spending such a romantic night with her. As a matter of fact, he should be spending it with...
"Really? You'll go to the prom with me? Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!"
All thoughts flew out of Sakura's head as Naruto proceeded to hug the living daylights out of her. Still, it didn't get rid of the nagging feeling that bugged her, the feeling that this was all so wrong. So very, very wrong.
Unbeknowst to the two, an ebony-haired boy was carefully observing the two teens. A dying red rose held tightly in his fist.
"So, Sasuke-teme, you jealous?" Naruto asked, skipping happily beside his brooding best friend.
The two were walking back home, together as they've been doing for the past 17 years.
"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of a complete idiot such as yourself?" Sasuke replied.
"Well you should be jealous because I've got a date for the prom and you don't!"
"It's not that I don't have a date dobe. It's just that I don't want to have a date."
"You're just saying that cause you can't get a date."
"Usuratonkachi, I can pick any girl in this school to be my date."
This was true, Sasuke had an adoring fan club whose size is nearly half of the female student population of the school, maybe even the city. Any girl would give an arm or a leg just to be his date for the Prom. The fact that his locker stunk so badly with overperfumed cards and overflowing with gifts was proof of the matter.
"Oh, just shut up! Y'know you're jealous!" Naruto retorted, crossing his arms.
"Whatever, dobe."
For a moment, they walked in companionable silence. Only for a moment, the blonde had other plans.
"Ne, Sasuke?"
"What?"
"You can dance right? Like those ballroom dances?"
"What about it?"
"Mind teaching me?"
Sasuke immediately halted in his steps. Staring incredously at his best friend.
"You actually want to learn how to dance?"
Seeing the blonde nod his head vigorously, he rolled his eyes.
"And why, pray tell?"
"I finally got Sakura-chan on a date and I don't want to make the night horrible for her by embarrasing her. Y'know stepping on her foot and what not."
Pursing his lips, Sasuke locked eyes with Naruto. Those mesmerizing eyes of his was never something Sasuke could say no to. The only thing he wished was that the same love and devotion he saw in those eyes were directed not towards Sakura but at...
"Yes. Okay, fine! I'll teach you how to dance." Sasuke mumbled, begrudgingly.
"Oh thank you so much!!"
Without further ado, Naruto tackle glomped Sasuke, causing the dark hair boy to fall painfully on his ass.
"Ouch! Dobe get offa me!!" he ordered, trying push away his idiot for a friend.
Naruto only buried his head deeper into Sasuke's chest. "Sakura would be so happy!"
Freezing, Sasuke stared down at the blonde. A flicker of emotion passing through his inky-black eyes.
'For once, I wish that the same love and devotion was directed towards...me'
The two agreed that they should meet in Sasuke's backyard tonight. Tonight becuase the prom was only but a fortnight away. And God knows Naruto would need all the practice he could get. The backyard because it was the only place with enough space to practice their dancing.
The sliding glass door slowly opened as Naruto's head popped through. A wide grin threatening to split his face.
"Finally you've arrived." Sasuke grumbled, standing from his positon beneath the small sakura tree his mother had insisted on planting.
"Sorry, Dad made me clean all the dishes before I came here." Naruto explained, rubbing the back of his head.
"Excuses, excuses. Let's just start."
Stretching his arm, Sasuke was a sight to behold. A full in bloom sakura tree was slowly showering the dark haired boy with petals while a full moon shone brightly behind him. Clutching his heart, Naruto didn't know why but all of a sudden, Sasuke looked so much more handsome than ever before. Was that why his heart was so painfully ramming against his chest?
"Well then dobe. Shall we dance?"
A/N: Tell me isn't this the worst, most cliche fic you've ever read! Tell me now or forever hold your peace!! God, can this be anymore sappy?! I hope not, I'll puke if it did. I really don't know if sakura blossoms are still in bloom around prom time, but please just go with me kay??