Authers note: This story has yet to have a confirmed plot, help and advice would be extremely appreciated although i'm not one to beg for reviews (they'd still be nice though..). Also note that this chapter is not incredibly long, I'd like to properly contemplate the coming of the next chapter, but I can always lengthen this one.
Hugs and kisses.
Lover-to-be.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I do have a five doller bid on it though..
I gulped down the saliva forming in my mouth, hopeful that some of my accident prone-ness and general bad luck would go down with it.
Inner Sakura: You're mad. Correction, WE are mad. We're mad to be doing this. We're mad to be out in the football pitches during a LESSON, we are potentially risking our well groomed and hard earned reputation of being a goody-two-shoe.
I ignored my subconscious, running a nervous hand through my bubble-gum pink hair in the shade of the large oak tree which stood right smack next to the school's empty football pitches. A shiver ran up my spine, which is odd since it was 90 degrees out and I could feel sweat leaving long trails down my brow. I let out a sigh, contemplating whether or not I really had to do this. It was a toss between the wrath of my French teacher or my mother's horns. To be honest I couldn't really risk not finding my lunchbox. Bloody hell would freeze over before my mother forgave me losing the antique o-bento box she had found once she was giving the house a spring-clean that would have made a bulldozer proud. She warned me that I'd be in big trouble if the lunchbox ever went missing; obviously she still hasn't acknowledged the fact that her daughter is a complete klutz with a reputation for losing stuff she shouldn't lose, but on the other hand, my mother wouldn't know a joke if it hit her on the head. On the other hand, all hell would break loose if my French teacher would find out that I'd been skiving. I chose the path of my heart, but that particular heart did a double-take and the path it had created over 16 years was starting to fall apart. So I did what sensible, normal, calm, collected people would do. I headed to the pitches.
Short and sweet, ne (possible too short)? Just tell me and I'll lengthen it. By the way this is meant to be a Sasusaku so I need help deciding when exactly Sasuke should start having feelings for his little Saku-chan -laughs evilly-.
Anyways I plan to update almost every day but i wont write incredible long chapters but chapter two should be up either later today or possibly tommorrow.
Reviews are greatly apreciated.
P.S: Sasuke, under no account (or how many tomatoes you throw at me) will be gay.
I still love you(s)
Lover-to-be.