A/N: This idea came to me in the shower….too much info for you guys? Ok off with the story! Read and REVIEW! This was inspired by Our Song, by Taylor Swift. Sasusaku style ;) OH its Mangamonsters #1
This is a challenge come up by moi. Mangamonsters 2 and I will be writing song fics until we reach 100 song fics. Hope y'all enjoy!
Song fic number: 1 Our Song
Sasusaku fluffy-ness!
Sakura POV
I was riding in Sasuke's sports car- a truck was too overrated- and he had one hand lazily on the steering wheel and the other one grazing my hand. The radio was blaring 'Somebody That I Used to Know.' I reached over and turned it off. Sasuke just shrugged his shoulders and looked out the window.
"You're supposed to ask me what is wrong right about now," I mumbled.
"What's wrong Sakura dear?" Sasuke smirked sarcastically. I crossed my arms and began to pout.
"We don't have a song," I continued to pout.
"It's Call Me Maybe! Remember? While you were writing down your number, I gave Naruto mine so you wouldn't bug me. Your face was priceless," Sasuke laughed. I smacked him on the arm, hard.
"We don't have a song," I said again. His eyes softened.
"Our song is the time you slammed the door in my face," He murmered, smiling at the memory.
"Sneaking out late, and tapping on your window," he continued.
"And at 1 am, being on the phone, talking slow and quite, so our moms don't know," He said.
"The way you laugh," I jumped in, smiling.
"Your real laugh though, not a chuckle," I finished.
"The first date, when you leaned in for a kiss and I leaned out," he said with remorse in his voice. I winced. I thought that was the worst day ever. Little did I know...
"When I got home, before I ended my prayers, hoping you would ask me out again," I smiled, reaching for his hand.
"I almost didn't notice all the cherry blossoms [ ;) ] And that note you left me," Sakura said dreamily. Sasuke squeezed my hand and passed me an old napkin.
"The note about you to leave me alone and the cherry blossoms where a peace offering, all shoved into that tiny bedroom of yours?" Sasuke joked, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly.
"No," I yelled, but smiling all the same.
"Yea yea, the note with the stupid poem," he mumbled, blushing slightly.
"When I was riding in your car, with my hair undone," I whispered.
"In the front seat of my car," he reminded me.
"One hand on the steering wheel," I said.
"Other on her," Sasuke somewhat sang.
"Heart~" I belted.
"Sakura, Sakura, Sakura," he smiled, looking at the sky, he eyes softening and remembering all of his memories of us. He opened the dashboard and passed me something.
"What is this for?" He just shook his head and passed me a pen.
"To write down our song, Pinky," he said with a genuine smile.
"That dang smile gets me every time," I laughed, writing down everything we said.
"Sasuke, do you really remember all those times?" I thought, smiling of all of our sweet times.
"Course," He mumbled into his shoulder.
"What was your favorite?" Trick question…
"All of them," he grinned. So what, he passed the test! That's a good thing! I smiled at him at rolled down the window. I squeezed the napkin in my hand, the memories filling my brain.
I was riding shot-gun with my hair un-done…