Why do you love me?
I'm
no barbie doll/I'm not your baby girl/I've done ugly things and I
have made mistakes/And I am not as pretty as those girls in
magazines/I am rotten to my core if they're to be believed/So what if
I'm no baby bird hanging upon your every word?/Nothing ever smells of
roses that rises out of mud/Why do you love me/
Why do you love
me/Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy/Why do you love me/Why
do you love me/Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy/Why do you
love me/Why do you love me/Why do you love me, it's driving me
crazy/Why do you love me/Why do you love me/You're not some little
boy/Why you acting so surprised/You're sick of all the rules/Well I'm
sick of all your lies/Now I've held back a wealth of shit, I think
I'm gonna choke/I'm standing in the shadows with the words stuck in
my throat/Does it really come as a surprise when I tell you I don't
feel good?/Nothing ever came from nothing man/Oh man, ain't that the
truth/Why do you love me/Why do you love me/Why do you love me, it's
driving me crazy/Why do you love me/Why do you love me/Why do you
love me, it's driving me crazy/Why do you love me/Why do you love
me/Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy/Why do you love me/Why
do you love me/I get back up and I do it again/I get back up and I do
it again/I get back up and I do it again/I get back up and I do it, I
do it again/
I think you're sleeping with a friend of mine/I have
no proof but I think that I'm right/And you've still got the most
beautiful face/It just makes me sad most of the time/I get back up
and I do it again/I get back up and I do it again/I get back up and I
do it again/I get back up and I do it, I do it again/Do it again/Do
it again/Do it again/Why do you love me/Why do you love me/Why do you
love me, it's driving me crazy/Why do you love me/Why do you love
me/Why do you love me, it's driving me crazy/Why do you love me/Why
do you love me/Why do you love me/Why do you love me/Garbage.
This is a high school fic. Yaoi couples include SasuNaru, KakaIru, and SasuOroch. I love SasuNaru so the story is mainly about those two together. I hate SasuOroch so sorry to those fans but this story will have as little of that but non-the less, graphic. I'm very lazy and/or busy not to mention a procrastinator so parts of the story like outside or school room will not be described much or at all. The music titles have not much to do with the chapter but more like what inspired me to write that chapter. The titles will mostly be music for that inspires me the most but they can also be people or things. If you want to be a chapter name then talk to me and inspire me. The more you review the more I will write and sometimes the faster the chapters will come out. My best friend Shelby will most likely always be my editor. Thank You Shelby! You're a big help. I dedicate this story to all the yaoi lovers out there. Read and review the story please!! Lovers you! -
The Past
Sasuke's parents got in a car crash and died when he was 13 years
old. He ran to his only best friend then, Naruto. They ended up
getting into a fight over Sasuke having to move and break the promise
that they would be together forever. Sasuke ran away from Naruto and
got his stuff and left. Naruto tried to go after Sasuke to apologize
but was to late. That was the last time they got to see each other.
Sasuke moved in with his brother Itachi. Itachi was really busy
since he owns 3 of the most popular bars and now 2 high-class
restaurants that Sasuke's parents owned. Orochimaru, Itachi's
roommate and good friend ends up "taking care" of Sasuke.
Sasuke was the center of attention and very popular when he went to
Konoha middle school with Naruto. Over the years since Sasuke left,
Naruto has been getting some of the attention in middle and high
school. Sakura, Sasuke's ex-girlfriend and Naruto's love of his
life, is finally going out with him.
Naruto's life if
getting better, but has Sasuke's? Naruto wishes he could see Sasuke
one more time. Will his wish come true? What would happen if Sasuke
did come home? Read and find out.
