This story starts the same way every other one does. With a girl. That girl was not me. I'm not even a girl actually. No, that girl was named Sakura. I had a crush on her till I was fifteen years old. She probably didn't even know I existed. Whatever. We were in the same class in middle school, and ended up going to the same high school. She was cute and popular; I was an orphan from the bad side of town. Her parents were respectable church goers, my foster parents were gay teachers. Basically it was an impossibility that she would ever even look at me. And she didn't. No, even though we spent hours together in our junior and senior years, she was never there for me. It was my best friend that she was after. And who could blame her? He was tall, dark and handsome. He was the youngest son of the richest man in the state, he had untapped talent in sports, arts, and academics… and he was a stoic emo bastard. What wasn't to like? Ever girl in the city was after him. He was Sasuke Uchiha, and there was nothing that would change that.

They started dating in the beginning of our third year. I think he did it out of boredom, or possibly as an attempt to discourage his rabid fan girls. Love? No, he didn't love her. But I think she thought he did.

So what does this have to do with me you ask? Well while Sasuke and Sakura played the outwardly perfect star couple, I played the bastard's best friend role. My name is Naruto. Naruto Uzimaki. Bright, happy, energetic, and a lady killer. Yeah, I know, I sound perfect right? Well I am! Well, aside from my habits of landing in detention and breaking anything glass that's handed to me. But who really needs that priceless antique vase anyways? But I perfect as I am, that was never enough when standing next to the bastard. You'd think sunshine leaked from his ass the way people treated him. I mean seriously, this one time I slept over at his house, and I swear halfway through our stupid movie marathon five girls through a rock through his window with little hearts drawn all over it with lipstick. We had to call the police just to get rid of them.

But his amazingness is not the point of this story. Because he screws up too, as rare as that occasion is. And this one time, he really screwed up.

The whole thing started a Kiba's party. It was one of those 'yay, it's summer and we're free!' parties. You know? It was the very end of our senior year, and everybody was ready to forget high school and get on with college and jobs, and whatever else life decided to throw at us. And man was this party a big one. Dog boy had seriously gone all out. His girlfriend was rich and quite, but she loved helping her man in anyway she could, so the party was held at her families summer house. It was awesome. Lights and noises everywhere, people dancing and laughing (and occasionally puking). The whole night was a whirlwind. Defiantly a night to remember.

And the morning after was even more memorable.

Or maybe I should say the month after. Yeah, that would be more precise. See, that was the time when our whole world came crashing down around our ears.

Two weeks after the party Sasuke and I were sitting in our favorite little restaurant, I was slurping down my fifth bowl of ramen, and the teme was picking at his salad, when his annoying girlfriend showed up and scooted herself between us. Yes, I called her annoying. In the last four months of high school she had become a constant and persistent bitch, and I only tolerated her because she was the only girl Sasuke had ever shown the smallest interest in. Anyways, that day she ordered a slice of pizza, and after nearly half an hour of stupid mindless jabber about movie stars and local gossip she blurted out the three words that brought my world as I knew it to the end. No warning, they just popped out, almost as if they were a continuation of her last sentence about Ino's boobs.

"Sasuke, I'm pregnant."

We all sat there in stunned silence for about twenty minutes. Sasuke just froze up. I mean, he was never a talkative or social person to begin with, but he was totally shut down. He looked like someone had shot him with a tranquilizer gun. And I probably didn't look too much better. I Finally pulled myself together when Sakura stood up and said goodbye to us. I waved to her then pulled the blank raven to his car. Somehow we ended up back at his mansion with out getting killed, and I gave him a cup of strong coffee. We sat on his couch for the rest of the night, not moving or talking except when I got up to refresh our drinks. It was sunrise before he said a single thing.

The sun was just peeking out over the edge of the mountainous horizon. Through the large living room windows we could see all of the valley stretched out before us. The whole world was holding it's breath it seemed, and we were the only two people in existence as the sun battle the indigo night for the sky. It seemed as if the sky was splattered with the blood of their battle as the red clouds drifted across the horizon.

"I loved the sunrises when I was little," Sasuke said in a rough voice. I looked up at him from my place next to him on the couch. "They used to remind me of new beginnings. Almost like everyone was being given a second chance."

I studied his blank pale features. The sun cast gold and orange hues onto the delicate curves, and in that moment I could have sworn he was made out of marble, and this whole time my best friend had been nothing but beautiful Greek statue. I turned back to the blooming sun. "I like that perspective. It's happy, in a way." I herd a snort from next to me.

"What am I going to do, Naruto?" Sasuke asked, his voice wobbling with emotion for a moment.

"I don't know." I seriously could think of anything to tell him. I knew he would screw up eventually, but I didn't know it would be this bad.

He shifted from his position, laying his head on my lap and curling into a ball on his side, still watching the sun rise. "Tell me it's going to be ok. Please," He whispered. I was silent, my tong unwilling to move. "Please, just lie to me"

I gently ran my fingers through his hair as the sun came up completely over the horizon.

"It'll be ok," I said finally "Everything will be ok."

I could feel a wet patch on my knee, and I knew he was crying. I just sat there, whispering that he would work it out. And that was the only time I ever saw Sasuke Uchiha completely vulnerable.