A/N: So, I thought that maybe I could start something for the moment of my writers' block. F A T will still be going on as we speak, but my brain is kinda low on fuel and this story had been on my mind since, like, forever. It'll be short. Like, only a couple of chapters. I hope it's as satisfying as I believe to think it is. :)

Summary

And… that thing he said about not wanting to be a virgin after he graduated… did he honestly trust me that much? NaruSasu. Short story.

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Graduation week is coming up. Everyone's all excited about it. I mean, yeah, me too, but why in God's name would you celebrate the ending of the best years of your life? It's mental, really. Seniors all around are planning their parties. Sasuke and I have been invited to a fair few. We haven't really officially confirmed to any just yet; we're not much of party people. Well, okay, to be honest, after I've had a few I am, but, Sasuke? No, he doesn't like parties, whether drunk or sober. At all. He'd escape if given the chance, but, of course, I wouldn't let him. I mean, if I have to live through anyone's parties with one person for the rest of my life, Sasuke would be the one I choose. I don't really care if he doesn't like parties. He's the only sane person in my life to tolerate my behavior. So, you can imagine his reaction when I told him we were going to Sakura's party as a last resort, my best friend since God knows when; he threw a hissy fit. I hadn't seen one of those in forever. Only back in the tenth grade, actually. It was refreshing to know that Sasuke was still human after all these years. This guy was a prick. He honestly had to lighten up. Even after all these years he's still the same guy. Weird.

"What? No, no, no, no, no! Under any circumstances are we going to her party! Anywhere else but hers!" It was amusing seeing him flailing all over the place like a madwoman. Don't tell him I called him a woman; he'll castrate me, the fucker will.

"Ah, come on, Sasuke! She's my best friend!" He glared; he didn't like anyone else taking the place of his rightful title. Even if she was my best friend years before he came along. I rolled my eyes. "It's our senior year, man. And you haven't lived unless you've been to a killer party like hers. Trust me, you'll have fun. You won't regret it one bit." I batted my eyelashes at him to ease the tension in the room. At least to make him laugh. He didn't. But his expression changed from utterly repulsed at the thought of Sakura having a party at her house to something completely different. Something like regret… Or probably even more disgust, I didn't know.

Either way, I think he caved. He sighed and pressed his fingers to his temples.

"Is that supposed to work on me, moron?"

I shrugged. "What do you think?" I batted my eyelashes at him once more. I cracked my right eye open as my lips puckered out at him. I don't know why I did it. Maybe because he was so serious. Really, the dude had to lighten up. He had to get laid, too, if that sort of thing was possible enough for a prick like him. He watched me and a slightly amused expression played on his features. He smiled genuinely. Those were rare, Sasuke's smiles were. I was the only person on record to have ever seen them play out in real life. Actually, I've seen him at his worst as well. But that's private, so I won't go into detail about it.

"I think… it kinda makes you look more like an idiot to me." He snickered. "Probably if I tilt my head to the side this way… Yep, you look like an idiot even more, if that's possible." I rolled my eyes at him and shoved at his shoulder playfully, laughing.

"Whatever. I think it's working." I scoffed. I made kissy lips at him, batting my eyes even more. He laughed.

"Yeah, I don't know whether that's supposed to be your way of convincing me or your twisted way of hitting on me. Either way, it's creepy as hell."

"Well, whichever works best, right?"

We both laughed. And not to be gay or anything - as well as speaking as a completely objective third-party observer, with absolutely no interest in the matter at hand, of course - he had a nice laugh. A killer smile, too. It was no wonder he had girls flocking to get near him. He had girls worshipping him, too. God, even the principal had some sort of weakness for him. And, okay, yeah, I had girls flocking to get near me, too, but not as much as he did. And not hot ones like he always got. Some were, like, not to be a dick or anything, but they were way out of his league. Some not even hit the bar of meeting someone like Sasuke to his standards. I mean, I didn't even know what his standards were. I wasn't even sure he liked girls. If anything, I would have thought he was asexual. I'd heard a couple of horrid rumors about him from people who didn't talk to him. Something about him going to a gay club and making out with some guy. Stupid shit, because I know Sasuke's not that type of guy and, surely, I would know before anyone else if he were gay or not, right? Right. But we're straying off the subject here. So, yeah, he's got a nice laugh and a killer smile. That's all I got to say. And since when did he get a blush? Holy shit, now one of those I hadn't seen! Who knew Sasuke Uchiha, the master of all emotionless façades, could blush? Why's he blushing anyway? Oh, ho, ho, look at that! He's trying to hide it now! This should be a recorded moment in history! Where the hell is my camera?

"I was just kidding, Sasuke! You don't have to take it personal!" I laughed. "You can stop blushing now." A smirk grew across my lips. He blushed even harder, eyes bulging slightly. He pressed his palms against his cheeks, trying to hide it.

"I'm not blushing! I-I… i-it's really hot in here. Y-You should r-really -"

"Stuttering doesn't help your case either."

"I'm not stuttering!"

"Well, now you're not if you're screeching at the top of your lungs." I tried to pry his hands from his cheeks. He struggled against me, turning his head and hiding his face from my view. But even I could tell he was still blushing like crazy. I wondered why.

"I don't screech. And stop it!" He squirmed against my grip, his face coming into view, eyes ablaze, cheeks as rosy as… well, a rose. I giggled.

"Why? You're so pretty when you blush! Like a girl!" He did. I wasn't going to lie; I am an honest man after all, I'll have you know. "Lemme see!" However, act like a man I do not. "What the hell is making you blush like that anyway? It's weird…" I poked at his cheeks. If it was even possible, I think he blushed even harder. Wow, I swear to you it was like a friggin' trigger button, the way he blushed as I my finger made contact with his cheek. Fascinating… He pushed me off. Not too brutally, but enough to cause a bruise on my ass. "Ow. Prick."

"I'll see you tomorrow. I have… I-I have to go do some stuff. Bye."

"Wait, Sasuke, you're coming?"

"Yes, okay? Bye."

And he bolted. Just like that. Weird. Was he really that pissed? What the hell did I say anyway? I don't even remember. And why in the seven hells was he blushing like that? Was it really that hot in here? Hmm. I guess so.

But, actually, I want to be honest here. I've noticed that he's been acting like this for a while now. Every time that we hang out, he just seems to be getting weirder and weirder. One time, he even asked me how a hand job felt like. Of course, being the expert that I was, I told him. It was weird. But it doesn't just end there, nope. I caught him looking at a porn website once a couple of months ago. Normal for anyone, right? No. At least, not for Sasuke anyway, and mostly because it wasn't just any porn site, either. Oh, no. It was much bigger than that. It was a gay porn site. For guys. Gay guys. I wondered what the hell would lead him to look up gay porn sites, but, hey, to each his own, right?

He told me he was just curious, that he knew a couple of gay guys who told him about the way their sex worked and he didn't understand; he was just curious, he insisted. I wasn't one to judge, you know? But, still, it was pretty weird catching my own best friend watching gay porn videos on the internet. It kind of looked like he was into it, though. Strange, I'd never have pegged Sasuke for the type to be curious or interested about anything. I thought he already knew everything there was to know about everything. It was unnatural to see him so bothered about something like this. It was normal, right? Of course it was. So I was going to let it slide just this one time. I'd pretend to believe him just this once. And I wouldn't tease him about it. Still, what gets me to this day is where in the hell does he meet gay guys? I'm sure as hell there aren't any at school… unless I'm blind as fuck.

Agh, whatever. Sasuke's weird. Let's just leave it at that.

A/N: Yep. Short, I know, but it'll get longer in some chapters. I have it all planned out anyway, so updating won't take forever as with my other stories. Expect the next update in less than two days. :)

Reviews much appreciated.

~ With much, much adored love, KK247