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Disclaimer: I own Naruto and Listen To The Music by the Doobie Brothers...NOT! Of course not of course not. If I owned either of them they'd both suck. Fo' sho.

Chapter 1: You Know You Love Me

Sakura's Point Of View

"Bye, Tenten. Watch the bush, Kiba!" I watched as they stumbled drunkenly out of my small beach house. It was a little past two AM and I had finally managed to herd the last of my friends out the door. Only after they had drunk every last drop of alchohol I had in my house, though. I trotted back up the steps of my light blue home. Once inside, I began cleaning up the empty beer bottles and glasses that were strewn across my house. "Idiots," I grumbled. I picked up a chip bag. Empty. Somebody had piled up all my pillows on the futon. "What the hell is going on here? That must've been some pretty strong liqu-EUGH! Oh. Good grief." Face down, lying on the futon was a man with his head resting in the nook of his arm and his messy black hair sticking up oddly. The bottom of his t-shirt was pushed up a little bit, so I could see an I love Mama tramp stamp that someone had drawn on him with a ball point pen. I'd have to congratulate whoever did that. "Sasuke! Wake up time!" I walloped him over the head with a throw pillow. He snored a bit. "Wake up you retarded ass!" I kicked him in the ribs but he only moaned and continued sleeping. I glanced at the clock. It was late-or early,however you like to look at it... I was tired. "Whatever." I finished cleaning and went to bed.

Sasuke's Point Of View

Bacon. And Coffee. I guess thats what woke me up. I cracked open an eye only to be blinded by the bright rays of morning sunlight.

"...sounds like it's going to be another scorcher today, huh Bob?"

"That's right ,Phil. So break out your bathing suits and head on down to the beach to cool off today!"

"Here's a classic to start off your morning: Listen To The Music by the Doobie Brothers. You are listening to Sun WKQO!"

Don't you feel it growin', day by day
People gettin' ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sad
Oh, we got to let the music play...

Music drifted over from somewhere. I kicked off the quilt that was draped over me and sat up, rubbing my temples. I inspected my surroundings as I tried to recall why I was there. i was sitting on a futon in a clean, bright living-room. To my right were sliding glass doors that led to back deck. Beyond, the sun rose over the glistening ocean. Another scorcher. I got up and followed the scent of breakfast to the small kitchen. A young woman was dancing about while listening to the radio.

"Sakura." I said as I leaned against the door frame.

"He lives!" She said in mock sarcasm as she turned and smiled at me. Why must someone be so chipper in the morning? It was only 7 AM for God's sake. "I'm making breakfast," she said. "You hungry? My God. You were out like a light last night. I tried to wake you up so I could kick you out but it was like trying to talk to a potato, so I just left you there."

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize. I don't mind." She handed me a plate with bacon, eggs, and tomato slices on it. She sat down at a little table with me and poured me a steaming hot mug of strong coffee. "So, I gotta eat and run 'cause I work today." She brushed a pink strand of hair out of her eyes and glanced at the clock. "But you can hang out here for a little while if you want."

"I'll just head out when you head out. Want me to drive you to Tsunade's? It's on my way, you know." Tsunade's was the diner that Sakura worked at in town.

"It's okay, I'm just going to ride my bike." She shoveled in another forkful of egg and tomato. "Ugh. Wook at da time! I gogga wun."

"Don't talk with your mouth full. It's disgusting." I chided Sakura; she wrinkled her nose at me and left the kitchen. She came back a moment later with a purse slung across her shoulder. She stopped a mirror, and squinted into it, brushing on a little bit of mascara on her eyelashes. She glanced at me as we stepped out onto the front porch and smiled.

"You look like hell. What did you do? Sleep on your face? Sleeping on your face encourages premature wrinkles."

"Hn."

"Don't 'Hn' me Sa-su-ke." Sakura slipped on her Ray-Bans. "You know you love me," she joked. Yeah, I know, I thought to myself.

"Later. Thanks for breafast." I waved as I got into my car.

"Stop by the diner. I'm there all day today. It's going to be torture!" She called after me.

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