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I do not own Nelly Furtado, 'All Good Thing Must Come To An End', Fairly Odd Parents, Pirates Of The Caribbean, Chuck, Lindt Truffles, Starbucks, and Naruto.
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"Sasuke, I challenge you to not spoil me!"
"You sound stupid."
"No really, I don't want you spoiling me.
People say I'm taking advantage of you."
"I don't spoil you."
"Then accept my challenge, if you really don't think so."
"Hn."
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"Hah, you totally caved in less than a day."
"Shut up."
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If #2 pencils are the most popular, why are they still called #2?
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As the popular saying goes 'All good things must come to an end.' I think Nelly Furtado purposely made that song just to rub it in my face; to remind me of all my failures, regrets, bad decisions— and the list goes on. Damn her and her talent of putting fancy words accurately together.
Flames to dust...
Lovers to friends...
Why do all good things come to an end?
Okay maybe they're not all that fancy, but hey, who's the star with the awards?
So I'm sitting here in my living room with a large bag of gummy worms, watching The Fairly Odd Parents, when the sun is brilliantly shining outside on the world, I'm staying in the comforts of my living room still in my pyjamas.
Then a loud, obnoxious blonde slammed my door open, not even bothering to knock, in her white and blue bikini and D&G shades. Did I forget to mention that this was MY house?
"Hello my hermit friend!"
"Shut up, Ino." Seriously, can't a girl watch her cartoons in peace? It is a Saturday.
Yamanaka Ino, my best friend and confidant. She's a bitch, never lets me forget it. Back in high school she was the girl everyone wanted to be friends with. She was popular, blonde and gorgeous; but down-right dumb as a chicken. Sorry Ino honey, but it's true. You're as dumb as Naruto, but not as clueless.
Ino is this nice-bitch, as I would call it. There are two kinds of bitches: one is the nice-bitch and the other the bitch-bitch. Nice bitches, like Ino, are the people with the attitude. They'd be your best friend, but turn on them, and you'd be wishing hell. Then there are the bitch-bitches, bitch-bitches, like Karin, are the people who are just plain nasty and... Ugh, I can't even find a proper description.
My vision of Cosmo was blocked when Ino stepped herself in front of the flat-screen TV, now I am staring at my best friend's pierced belly button. Joy.
"Ino if you're just going to annoy the crap out of me; do it when we're shopping, 'cause it's the only time when I still have a bit of tolerance for you." I glared at her full-force for interrupting my show, while biting one coloured end of my gummy worm.
"Blah, blah, blah come on outside, it's boring without you."
Then a loud shriek came from the back of the house followed by a large splash. I turned back to Ino and raised a dainty skeptical brow at her.
"Aw that's just them. Come on; don't waste a perfectly sunny morning here in the dark watching Fairy God Mother."
"It's Fairly Odd Parents, Ino. And excuse you; I am so having fun eating my wonderful pack of gummy worms." I stated, taking out another gummy worm to emphasize my point.
She sighed and plopped on the space next to me on the couch, taking a worm from the plastic bag. In my backyard were Naruto, Shikamaru, Kiba and Tenten, while Ino was here with me. We've been together since grade school, and most of the time they would just lounge about in my pool at any free time they could get, though they'd always wait for me when I get back from work. But on weekends they would arrive at about six in the morning just to annoy the hell out of me, which for some reason I am still not used to.
Without looking at her I asked "Seriously, what are you doing inside my house and not making out with Shikamaru?"
"Your boyfriend's out back with the guys— and Tenten." She replied blandly.
Then a loud slam (don't you people have any mercy for my doors?) from the kitchen startled me and Ino.
"Sakura-chan, your asshole of a boyfriend is out here! And he's asking for you."
Damn, stupid Naruto and his stupid loud entrance and his stupid everything.
Groaning, I stood up from my very comfortable position and grabbed my gray jacket that I had left last night on the coffee table. And this is where Nelly Furtado's All Good Things Come to an End song comes in. As I passed the kitchen and out the back door, with Ino trailing behind me, I saw him in his everlasting majesty, in shorts and a shirt, probably coming from one of his early morning jogs. His jet black hair stood like it always did, messy yet neat, his alabaster skin even after spending hours under the sun was still as flawless as ever. So yeah, you could see why Nelly Furtado's song just fits this exact moment. He's a God.
He stood right across from me, on the other side of the pool; and judging by the open gate behind him, Naruto and the others must have let him in.
"Hey." He greeted, shoving his hands down the pockets of his shorts.
I wrapped the jacket tighter around me, feeling self-conscious of still being in my PJ's. "Hey Sasuke," I greeted back shyly.
"Do you wanna stay for a while? Or do you wanna get them now?"
"I'll stay a while..." He replied, making his way around the pool to stand next to me. "...if you don't mind."
I stared up at him, my cheeks red from either the cold winds or from the embarrassment, but I bet on the latter. "Yeah sure, I don't mind." Then he leaned down and kissed me on my right eye, and I swear all of the blood in my body now sat on my cheeks.
Naruto and the others howled rather loudly, with Naruto being the loudest. Gee, I wouldn't have guessed.
Sadly, this gorgeous man standing next to me is not my boyfriend. We were once an item, but I don't know, it all just went kaput. Yes, six and a half years of commitment down the drain. We started going out when we were in our junior year in high school then just suddenly died three months ago. Despite not being together we still have to constantly see each other every day or every week. Note the phrase: HAVE TO.
If it weren't for our two children who were currently sleeping in my bedroom, we wouldn't have to force ourselves to see each other, well, I don't know about him but I feel forced— I think.
"I should bring them out, they missed you." I said awkwardly, trying to leave the constant teasing of the others. Sasuke did say it was hard to break from the public display of affection, and I'm okay with that; but please, it's kinda awkward.
I came back out, with an orange tabby cat in my arms and a black Labrador at my heels. Behold our 'children'. Both of us, Sasuke and I, agreed to end our relationship, but we still have to share the custody over the pets, besides, they can't stand living with only one of us for a long time. It damages their social life. Boo.
Tami, the tabby cat jumped out of my arms and onto the floor, running as fast as she could when Boki, our black Labrador snarled at her.
I heaved out a sigh as I plopped onto one of the pool chairs. Sasuke sat at the foot of the chair smirking at me.
"Still not getting along?"
"Obviously not" I said exasperatedly, hearing an angry shriek of a cat followed by a loud bark. I lay on the chair, swinging my legs over the edge, making sure to avoid hitting Sasuke.
"Hey pig, could you get me my worms inside? And could you be a dear and turn off the TV?" I said, bringing my arm up to cover my eyes. "Thank you, honey." I added. Always be polite, no matter how annoyed you are at your best friend for interrupting your Saturday morning cartoons.
I heard a low grunt followed by a beautiful string of curses directed at me and blunt stomps on the tiled kitchen floor. God, I love that dummy, isn't she awesome?
"Hey, you wanna go out tonight?" I heard a soft whisper.
I peeked from under my arm and saw Sasuke staring at nothing in particular. His elbows rested on his knees, back slouched and his face held an almost distant look. So I wasn't entirely positive it was him who just spoke.
"Yeah, I said it. So wanna go?" As if he read my mind, he spoke. He turned to look at me his face almost sad.
I had to think for a while. Do I have anything planned for tonight? I don't think so. Maybe watch a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon or a rerun of Chuck and maybe buy Lindt brand truffles to go with that marathon. Yeah, that sounds good.
"Sorry, I'm kinda busy tonight." I lied. Hey, Johnny Depp is too hot to pass up on. Well, Sasuke is too; but Johnny Depp is rich and famous. Wait, Sasuke is too. Argh, I like Johnny Depp!
"Oh." He replied. His almost-sad face turned passive. "How about the next night?"
"Err..."
"Yeah, I thought so."
Ooh, now I feel guilty.
"Um, how about today? Like right now." I said without thinking at all. Oops. I had to! I really didn't want to see a scowl on one of the most gorgeous faces God ever created. Darn. It.
He raised an eyebrow and stared at me like I grew an arm on my head. "Now?"
I sat up abruptly from my position and looked down at him "Yeah, why not? Like maybe have a frappuccino or a bagel at Starbucks?"
"Okay. I'd like that, I'd like that a lot."
"Yeah, and maybe we could bring Ino and the others?"
Then his face fell, and I wasn't the only one who noticed. Err, wrong move? Heh.
"Oh pish-posh, you two lovebirds go alone, I have some serious tanning to do." Ino replied, my bag of gummy worms in her hand. Damn, there's still half left.
"Um, okay." I said and exchanged my white Hello Kitty bedroom slippers for a pair of Ecko Red sneakers I left out here. So, Sasuke and I were on our way two blocks down to the nearest Starbucks.
I knew Ino was lying about the tan; and I think Sasuke noticed too. No one could get a tan at 7 in the morning, even if they tried.
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I ordered a venti Caramel frap, a bagel with white cheese and a slice of chocolate mousse. Sasuke ordered his usual gay combo, black coffee and a chicken turnover. All of which, including mine, he paid for. Stop showing off your money a-hole. I already know how rich you are. Let me at least pay for my own breakfast!
We sat outside 'cause a/c early in the morning is unhealthy, says him.
"You know, you could've let me pay for my own breakfast. I already owe you so much. I don't want my tab getting bigger." I said taking a bite from my Poppy seed bagel.
"Hn."
"Whatever to you too."
"You know what, I hate stalling; so let me get all of this off my chest." He abruptly said, putting his steaming cup of coffee on the table.
I raised a brow, suddenly tensing and feeling a bit clammy. I knew I should've changed out of my pyjamas.
Sasuke leaned in and looked at me straight in the eye, his lips in a straight line. His arms lay on the table with his hands locked together. He looked very professional for a guy who just came back from one of his 10 kilometre jogs.
"I've been thinking, since we're not, you know,… together or anything anymore. I was wondering if—"
Then at this right moment, a motorbike crashed at a trash bin, knocking out all the contents and its driver.
"Oh my! Are you okay?" I asked, standard question. Besides, I'm a doctor.
The driver abruptly got up and started kicking his dead bike. He took off his helmet and I found out, 'he' is actually a 'she'. With dirty blonde hair tied in messy ponytails just about everywhere on her head. She turned to us and her frown immediately vanished from her face.
"Sasuke!"
I looked at said boy with confusion. "You know her?"
"Yeah, kind of. Listen, I kind of want to ask if you could watch over the dog and the cat. I have this... date tonight."
"With who?"
"Hey Sasuke, ready for our date tonight?" the recent unharmed crash victim asked my EX. Finally noticing I was present, she turned to me "Oh, you have company. My name's Temari."
"Hey, I'm Sakura, Sasuke's err..." I looked at him, then back at her "... friend."
"Oh, you know what I think I'm interrupting something. I'll call you later, okay?" the intruder said with a bit of uncertainty in her voice. Well, good riddance! We were perfectly fine, before you crashed in on us, thankyouverymuch.
I looked at Sasuke and gave him a blank look. "So, you're dating someone else."
He looked at me with a sad look and replied "Kind of. She asked me. You know, if you don't want me to go out with her, I could just cancel."
Tempting, but no. "Oh no, you should— you should go. Have fun once in a while you know."
"You sure?"
"Positive." Not.
"So, how's the company? Doing good?" I asked, in an attempt to do small talk with him.
"It's good. How about you? The house okay?" At least he's cooperating.
"Yeah, it's okay."
Everything's not okay! My pets aren't getting along. I wasn't able to finish my gummy worms. My Saturday morning cartoons were interrupted and I just found out that my ex found another girl since our break-up three months ago.
It's okay, since it means he's moved on and he's happy. I know I've moved on. It's perfectly fine, that my perfect-who-I-let-go-'cause-I-was-stupid-ex-boyfriend, is dating a girl who's not afraid to break all her bones jumping off the Empire State Building without a parachute.
It's PERFECTLY FINE.
'Cause I'm supposed to be over it, right?
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If at first you don't suceed, redefine sucess.
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SP/n: Well, paint me purple and call me Barney, you actually read this! Tell me how ya feel, kaay?
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