Summary: Naruto ponders about Sakura Haruno and how 'unattainable and utterly perfect' she is.
Disclaimer: I don't own the uberly-awesome Naruto franchise or its related whatever. Just my drabble. And a nice, big, hunk of clown nose.
Reviews are nice, but not necessary. I do, however, accept constructive criticism. By the way, this was in my system for quite a bit and I had to write it down. So please. Don't sue me.
I'm not the smartest in the pack, I know, but even I can pick up when Sakura's angry! Her eyes turn all dark green and her mouth turns into an adorable frown. Or a pout. Sometimes, it's both. I'm not saying that she's a mean person or anything but she gets angry so easily! If anyone, mainly me, even try and annoy her…BOOM! A bash on the head. Just like that. No warning at all. Just…BOOM! It hurts, too.
She can be happy though. Really. I'm not lying. When she does, her eyes lighten up and her whole face brightens. It's like a switch is turned on. One that can change her mood. One that lightens people up. One that I want to see everyday, cause' I want to brighten up, I want to smile, I want to be happy! I want to show her how much fun I am. How much I care about her. How funny I can be. How much she needs me.
Need. What a weird word. Some people need money, some people need food, some people need a home. I'm different. I need Sakura. I need to see her smile, see her laugh, see her be happy.
Happy. To me, 'happy' can mean a lot of things. It means a hot, delicious ramen on a cold winter's day. It means finding a ten dollar bill in your back pocket. It also means Sakura.
Yes, Sakura is not everyone's 'happy' but it's mine. Not yours, mine.
She doesn't even know how I feel about her though. She's obsessed over some other guy anyway. Some fathead who broke her heart again and again.
Th same fathead who used to be my best friend.
Sasuke Uchicha.
But, I'm not here to talk about him but to gather my feelings about Sakura.
I like her hair a lot. Pink and silky. Very nice. Her eyes are cool, too. Bright green. A bit like a forest, really. I like forests. All lush and green and healthy. Just like her eyes. Minus the healthy part.
Maybe I should tell her. After all, what can she do? Reject me, that's all. And, hey, I'm used to that. Besides, even after rejection, I'll still follow her around. Hey, she can put a leash on me and I won't mind. Much.
Who am I kidding? She'll never be mine. Someone taller, more handsome, smarter guy will probably sweep her off her feet. There's a silver lining though; he won't be funny. I'm the funny one in this friendship.
I have no idea what to do. I should just end this before it gets too insane.
Writing all this gush about Sakura really is weirding me out. I'm not the literary type. I'd rather go and kick a ball or play some computer game rather that talk about how girls' are and act. But…Sakura Haruno is different. She can make me do whatever she wants and I'll do it. She could force me to jump off a cliff and I'd probably do it. Provided she did it with me, of course. And we had safety cords or whatever they are.
Sad, I know but that's me and my obsession over Sakura Haruno. The girl-who-makes-me-smile-when-she-smiles. I like hyphens.
I guess that's it.
Wait. No. It isn't. I have tons of Sakura related thoughts in my head, making it hard to think about anything else.
I think I'm gonna heave a sad, despondent sigh and brood a bit more on how unattainable and utterly perfect Sakura Haruno is.
Peace.
I repeat, reviews are nice but not necessary. I just really needed to get this out of my system. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.
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-Lexanna Fable-
