A/N: so yeah. i was bored at the end of my history class and i asked my friend to prompt me, and she wanted some SakuLee-ness, and this is what ensued.
enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Yeah…
SWEET DREAMS.
"sweet dreams are made of this/who am I to disagree?"
-"Sweet Dreams"- Eurythmics.
Lee warned Sakura not to drink as heavily as she did.
So when she passed out, he wasn't entirely surprised that he had to be the one who had to carry her home; nobody else volunteered.
He tried his hardest to support her with his weight, but she felt like a ton of bricks.
Finally, they reached her apartment. It was simple, and surprisingly not as girly as he had suspected it to be.
As he lay her down on her bed, his mind began to think. He wondered why nobody really liked her as he did; especially that Sasuke guy, whom she was completely ga-ga over.
He just didn't get it. what did she see in the Uchiha that was so damn special? He was just as talented, and twice, no, one hundred times more chivalrous.
As he saw her sleep, he noticed how peaceful she looked. Her pale pink hair in a mass on her pillow, she was calm and at rest.
She probably wouldn't remember tonight, but it didn't matter. It was late, and he needed to get home.
"Sweet dreams, Sakura-chan," he told her, though he knew she couldn't hear him, and left her apartment.
-end.-