summer love.
des monstres.

disclaimer: Yeah, let's not even go there.

This just can't be summer love.

Ino practically flew into the supermarket while Sakura trudged along behind her, muttering about crazy blondes and unfinished homework.

"Hello, shoppers. The store will close in twenty minutes at ten pm. Please hurry to the cash registers to make your final purchases. Thank you for choosing Stop&Shop."

Sakura turned her head to look for Ino but only found lone shoppers picking things off shelves and reading their labels. She sighed and opened her EnV2.

Ino, I have no idea where the hell you went. I'll wait for you outside.

The teen stepped out of the fluorescent building and went over to the side. It was a cool summer evening, and her fleece hoodie kept her comfortable. Her feet rocked back and forth while her hands were shoved into her sweater pockets.

She, then, heard a breath of air into the night and turned her head to see someone not too far away donned in a Stop&Shop apron leaning against the brick wall. She was surprised that she hadn't noticed him before. He seemed her age with deep black hair, and he held a cancer stick between his fingers. With unexpected grace, he lifted the cigarette, placed it delicately between his lips, and took a deep breath. Sakura watched the white smoke leave his slightly open mouth in an almost entrancing way. She couldn't help but find his carcinogenic habit strangely attractive.

"Do you need something?"

The pink-head looked up to meet the gaze of the dark-eyed stranger.

"Oh, um, no," she flushed, having been caught staring, "you just looked familiar."

"Well, that's interesting," he replied and took another puff of his cigarette. "I don't recognize you from anywhere, which is surprising because your chemical-drenched hair doesn't seem to know the meaning of subtlety."

"FYI, my hair is au naturel."

He chuckled. "Of course . . . pinky."

"It is!" she scowled at the nickname.

Sakura, then, suddenly realized that she was getting all riled up because of a complete stranger and thus proceeded to shut herself up. Turning away, she leaned back against the wall in the same manner as the Stop&Shop employee with her arms folded in front of her. The man's rhythmic inhales and exhales of the tobacco and the warm breeze were enough to make her want to sleep.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked.

She blinked herself awake.

"My friend ran out of chocolate, so I was to be her escort."

"A princess?"

"Just a conniving witch in disguise."

"Aa . . ." he smiled. "I see."

Sakura grinned. She kind of liked this guy. Maybe they could be friends. Suddenly, she heard the automatic sliding doors open.

"Sakura, there you are!" Ino shouted. "Let's go!"

"I'll be right there, Ino!" she yelled back.

The pinkette turned to her new stranger friend.

"I have to go. Maybe I'll see you around?"

He dropped the white stick on the ground and put it out with the tip of his shoe. He then leaned forward and gently blew the cancerous smoke into her face before pulling back, a tiny smirk on his face.

"Maybe."

I'm planning on making this a two-part drabble . . . unless you don't want me to.