That Dream

It was the last day of school, and I'd walked into the auditorium.

Ino was there, waiting for me.

She wasn't alone. People were walking in and out of the auditorium. That wasn't usually allowed.

"Hey, Sakura!," she spoke, trying to get my attention.

"Hi Ino." What was she up to?

"So... Are you gonna tell him?"

"Tell who what?"

Out of nowhere, he came from behind me and stopped just in front of Ino to form a small circle. He was closer to be than to Ino.

"Hey, Naruto," Ino said, empathizing his name; answering my previous question.

"Hi guys. Hey, Sakura, why are your eyes watery?"

Darnit, I thought nobody would notice...

"I think I was crying in second period."

And, that's when it happened. And I couldn't believe it was happening to me. But, I made what little sense I could from the experience.

He knew how much I hated to cry in front of people. Usually, if I'm crying and I see that other people are there in presence, it'll bring a new round of tears.

But, usually, there wasn't much to make me cry. Though, lately, I'd been crying to myself.

And he'd known it.

He was at my left and had reached behind me to my right shoulder. His lips crashed into my left cheek, an act that seemed normal to me, even though he didn't do it much.

He kissed me in the same place again and, slowly, moved his mouth up, all the way to my hairline.

I let myself be pushed into his chest, a bit down. Although I was a whole year older, he was taller than me.

I put my left arm over his shoulder. But instead of wrapping it around him, I left it there. My arm was limp and straight there.

I wasn't going to hug him. This felt too intimate. Sure, I'd hugged him before. But never like this.

He had ex-girlfriends that I was friends with. He had a million and two fangirls that envied me just for being his friend! I didn't want it to turn into anything.

. . . a n d. t h a t. w a s. a. l i e.

I couldn't see him face from this angle unless I looked up.

He was holding me straight up with both hands when he started talking again.

"I heard you loved me," he spoke. "Alot."

"Damnit," I whispered. He'd heard, and I'd wondered which one of my idiot friends had spread it around.

At first, he'd only been an excuse to make the other girls think I didn't like Sasuke anymore. But, that's not what fate wanted. Fate wanted to leave me weak; to develop a fear of crying in front of others; to writhe in pain whenever it got too hard; to feel one million emotions when I heard his name.

I leaned my head on his chest and didn't care that I was probably going to cry myself to sleep tonight when I got home.

"I'm sorry..."

This was actually something I dreamed, not necessarily something Sakura dreamed.

I don't know why I wanted this posted and I don't know if some of my friends will know who i'm talking about.

But, this story has been haunting me... so, maybe it'll go away if i post it...

Niami