Plot bunnies find the worst times to creep into your brain . I was listening to "Lollipop" by that guy who I never remember the name of, when this story began to formulate in my head,

Currently writing this at 12:23 a.m. I'm tired, but I really have to do this before I go to sleep. Hope you enjoy.

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His eyes were glued to the slightly blue colored lips across the bus. A blue lollipop was being waved in the hand of the stranger, and his eyes followed it like a cat might follow a mouse. It was shoved into the girls' mouth again, repeatedly.

I wonder what her name is.

Over and over, she tortured him slowly with the over exaggerated lick on the side of the lollipop, and he felt his pants getting…. uncomfortable.

The friend next to him didn't seem to notice the new bulge in his pants, and he thanked the gods for that. It was bad enough having a boner (!) in public, but he knew he could never live it down if the bastard/best friend knew.

Do I have a chance with her? I wonder what her name is.

Ah! The girl had looked at him. He noticed for the first time her emerald colored eyes, and how they seemed to tease him more than her mouth, if that was possible.

She sent him a shy smile, and his thoughts turned to mush. She was finished with her lollipop now, he realized with great disappointment.

She looks so pretty! Like a model! I wonder what her name is…

A slender hand reached up to pull the cord, and her pink haired head turned once more to look at him. He knew he had to take this chance.

The bus door opened with a squeak, and our dear hero leaped out of the bus before his friend could notice.

He knew that this wasn't his stop. In fact, his was about 30 blocks down. For a split second the logical part of his brain questioned his actions. But then he caught sight of her again, and the way her hips swayed when she walked down the sidewalk was worth the mile long walk home. (He had used up the last of his money on the metro card)

I want to know her name. I need to know her name.

But she was getting further and further from him, he finally realized. Taking a light jog, he followed her through the streets.

It being a weekend afternoon, he found it getting harder to find her, but the pink hair helped. Idly he wondered if it was real.

Finally he caught up to her. Tapping her on the shoulder, he gulped as she turned around.

"Um.. Hi! My name is Naruto Uzamaki!"

She furrowed her pink eyebrows-

I guess that really is her real hair color. Pink. I could live with that.

-and hesitantly blessed him with her name.

" I'm Sakura Haruno."