Title: Drive Me Crazy

Pairing: Sakura/Sasuke

Summary: Sasuke has been named the most eligible bachelor every year since he graduate University – with his looks and money, he was quite the catch. But even then he couldn't escape the dreaded friend zone. Watch as he convinces Sakura he would have no one other.

A fluffy series I started because what's cuter than a guy chasing an oblivious girl? Very little, let me tell you! Review if you would like, but mainly enjoy:)

Tira.

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Humming softly, Sakura slowly strolled through the throng of people. Her cheeks were glowing a slight pink from the cold, the rest of her bundled into warm winter attire. White flakes dusted down the long pink ringlets, contrasting against her black coat. Beryl orbs darted lightly from skyscraper to skyscraper before she stopped in front of an obnoxiously tall building. Pulling her hands out of the pockets, she hastily pushed the revolving doors before relaxing as the lobby's warm air flushed against her.

"Hello Miyu!" she sweetly greeted. The receptionist raised her head to the girl with a warm smile, mouthing a 'hello'.

Watching an elevator about to close its door, she quickly scrambled to it – sliding in between swiftly. Safely in the metal confinements, she offered the other passengers a sheepish smile before pushing the button numbered '39'. Settling into the people besides her, she ignored their blatant look of curiosity of her choice of floor level.

One by one, the elevator began to empty as everyone arrived at their destination. Left alone in what she called "a gigantic death trap", Sakura nervously tapped her foot as she felt gravity pushing on her core.

Finally arrived at her designated floor, Sakura sighed in relief. Stepping out, she observed all the huge glass offices. Nodding at a few people she recognize, she walked all the way down the hall. Stopping at the only wooden cubical (more like penthouse, she huffed), she knocked three times before bursting in.

"SASUKE-KUN!" she announced happily, waltzing over to the man on the phone. His black spikes were slicked down in an attempt to contain the wild look, his black orbs narrowed as he saw Sakura's arrival.

"I will call you back later. I have an unsuspected prior arrangement," he quickly dismissed into the phone, still watching the extremely happy and extremely wet girl clamor into his lap. Feeling the melted snowflakes seep into his expensive Armani suit, Sasuke sighed as Sakura unzipped her coat and pulled out a white Styrofoam box. Placing it on his desk (on top of his important paperwork, may he add), the pinkette beamed at him expectantly.

"Sakura, I'm still working," Sasuke attempted to explain, "You can't just barge in like that."

Waving him off, Sakura cajoled, "Work doesn't feed you! Your greatest and bestest friend, on the other hand, does!"

With an excited pep to her movements, Sakura open the box to reveal its mouthwatering contents. Still steaming, the various array of cooked seafood greeted Sasuke by assaulting him with delicious scents. Seeing his guard faltering, Sakura wiggled her pink eyebrows at him, "And there are tomatoes to the side."

Sighing with defeat, Sasuke could only accept his loss. Sakura knew him too well…considering they were extremely close. Though many speculated they were dating, the two friends were just roommates as of current.

Well mainly, he is letting Sakura stay in return for cleaning and cooking for him. Sakura held a half-finished degree for cardiovascular surgery and dropped out from unfortunate familial circumstances. Though Sasuke has offered to lend her the money to finish, Sakura rejected it – stating he was doing enough for her by letting her stay with him. Meanwhile, Sasuke had already finished his MBA from Tokyo University – taking a high position in his father's company. Not a CEO yet, but made a startling high six figure income as a COO of Uchiha Finances, LLC.

Combing her fingers through his hair, Sakura began to undo the slicked spikes. Sasuke slightly frowned but continued to pull apart the wooden chopsticks. Shrugging off her coat, she dropped it to the floor to reveal a sensible white sweater that clung to her every curve. Resuming her previous activity, Sakura lightly started to scratch Sasuke's scalp. Feeling the man under her begin to relax, she smugly watched him eat.

"So how was today?" she inquired while continuing her ministrations, "Has Naruto been by?"

Twitching, Sasuke dryly replied, "Thank God, no. I still don't understand why my father hired him."

Laughing soft, she swatted his arm as a light reprimand, "Shut up! We both know no one knows how to work a merger as well as that knucklehead."

Refusing to acknowledge what she said, Sasuke only continued to eat – shoving a tempura shrimp into his mouth.

Sakura's content face twisted into a frown as she looked down at a silver watch on her slender wrist. It was already 12:30, she's due back at work by 1. If she left now, she might make it to the subway…

Stopping her train of thought, Sasuke firmly ordered, "Take the company car. Kakashi will be glad to take you."

With a roll of her eyes, she huffed, "Sasuke, I'm not an Uchiha employee. So no. Plus, if I call – Kiba would understand why I'm late."

"Yeah, I'm sure he would…fucking perverted asshole," he muttered darkly. Looking into Sakura's eyes, Sasuke attempted to beseech his longtime friend to listen, "The Subways are dangerous. Muggings…shootings. With your clumsiness, I'm surprised every night if they don't call me that you fell onto the track while there's an oncoming train!"

Her left eyebrow almost disappeared into her hair line as she regard Sasuke with a look of disbelief. Sliding off his lap, she leaned down to grab her coat. Securing the black puff around herself, she address him sternly.

"Listen to me: I am not an Uchiha. I am Sakura Haruno, a failed Surgeon who works as a Vet Tech and by the god's will my commoner butt take the subway. Okay?"

Seeing the determined light in the woman's eyes, Sasuke melted. Giving in, he nodded at her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he tugged her down to him. With a kiss to her forehead, Sasuke let her up to go on her way.

"If you're not home by 9, I will come get you," he vowed.

"The office doesn't close until 10," she replied, already walking out of the door.

"So I will see you at 10," was his smug answer as the cherry wood shut behind her.

Shaking her head, she moodily thought, 'Stupid chauvinist.'