Summary: { Naruto had always loved Sasuke, ever since he met him in his first year at Konoha High. He had even passed that one big hurdle of admitting it to the boy--and to his surprise had his feelings returned. But since then Sasuke's moved… And can Naruto really handle a long distance relationship? (NaruSasu/SasuNaru, AU, warning for potential OOCness) }

Author's Note: { Okay… Just so you know, this has nothing to do with cornbread. XD Atari and I were brainstorming title ideas when she said "If you take something serious and mash it together with something corny, you get cornbread. And everyone loves cornbread." And I just thought that fit for this fit so… Viola. The title is born. :3 Lol.

This fic is written differently from how I usually write. Normally I take a long time and I carefully go over the wording, etc, before giving it to Atari to beta. This, I pretty much wrote in one sitting and didn't reread. So I apologize if the wording seems less then it could be. }

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CrimsonNostalgia has logged on.

xxxRamen (6:33 PM): Sasuke-kun~ *heart*

CrimsonNostalgia (6:33 PM): hey

CrimsonNostalgia (6:33 PM): *heart*

xxxRamen (6:34 PM): How are ya?

CrimsonNostalgia (6:35 PM): eh…

CrimsonNostalgia (6:35 PM): okay i guess

xxxRamen (6:38 PM): …You okay?

CrimsonNostalgia (6:39 PM): …

CrimsonNostalgia (6:39 PM): yeah im fine

xxxRamen (6:40 PM): Kay.

xxxRamen (6:41 PM): Are you busy or something then? Cause yer not typing like you usually do..

CrimsonNostalgia (6:43 PM): no

CrimsonNostalgia (6:43 PM): im fine

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Naruto stared at the words, his brightly lit face gradually moving together in a frown. Was he seriously expected to believe that? He huffed, the exhaled puff of air warming his lips, and ran his hand through his currently wild hair. That teme… always keeping his feelings bottled up. How was anyone supposed to help him, or even understand him, if they didn't know what was going on? Stupid Sasuke…

He stared at the screen a few minutes more, blue eyes narrowed as he thought over what to say. At last, he sighed in resignation and touched his fingertips lightly to the keys. There was no use fighting the other boy… the blonde wouldn't get anywhere and would only end up in a fight with the youngest Uchiha. Naruto pursed his lips in frustration, before beginning to type.

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xxxRamen (6:49 PM): Kay..

xxxRamen (6:50 PM): You can always talk to me about it if you don't feel fine though.. Just so you know…

CrimsonNostalgia (6:50 PM): kk

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Another sigh slipped past his lips. It was going to be another of those nights, wasn't it? Those awkward, nearly silent nights that had his heart constricting with loneliness, his head swimming with annoyance and despair… Damn, he was starting to sound like Sasuke when he was in one of his emo writing moods. Was emo contagious? He sure as hell hoped not…

Naruto let his eyes wander about the room, searching for something to do. Boredom seemed to be eating him alive. Dammit, why did Sasuke have to be in one of his upset, non-talkative moods now?! When he had nothing else to do but talk to the raven-haired bastard? Such perfect fucking timing…

The blonde growled at the computer screen. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. No, that wasn't right. He wanted to demand Sasuke to talk to him, to tell him what the fuck was wrong. But of course, he couldn't. It was unlikely Sasuke would actually explain anything and if Naruto yelled or got upset about it, it'd only lead to a fight. And he already knew what would happen after that. He'd attempt to be rightfully pissed, to ignore the stupid Uchiha and his stubborn ass, but eventually the silence would get to him and he'd come crawling back, begging for Sasuke to forgive him. Not that he liked or wanted to submit to the bastard… it's just the other boy was too damn stubborn to ever admit wrongness or anything and one of them had to if this was ever going to work. Naruto couldn't seem to last as long without Sasuke as the other could without him, so it was he who had to sacrifice… Although it sometimes hurt him to think that the other could have gone longer without his presence, while he couldn't…

Not that he'd ever admit that out loud, of course. He still had his pride. If anyone asked, he apologized first because he was the bigger man; a poor excuse, but an effective one nonetheless. Few people asked anyways, so he didn't have to use it that often.

"Hey kid! Get down here, or I'll eat your food!"

Naruto flinched at the sudden yell, spinning in his chair to glare at the doorway as he screamed back, "Yeah yeah, old man, I'm coming!" He stared at the door for a few moments, before turning back to the computer, settling back in his chair to type.

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xxxRamen (7:27 PM): The old pervert's calling me down for dinner, BBL!

CrimsonNostalgia (7:27 PM): k

xxxRamen (7:28 PM): *heart*?

CrimsonNostalgia (7:29 PM): *heart*

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Naruto smiled at the screen without really meaning to, though it was a small, crooked smile. At least Sasuke was still hearting him. Though he wasn't doing much else… He paused, having just stood up to head out of his room. He thought for a moment before he quickly typed something in, pressing enter as if he were attacking the key, and racing out of the room before he could see the small text at the bottom of the window flash the words "CrimsonNostalgia is typing…".

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xxxRamen (7:32 PM): …….I want you to talk to me and tell me what's wrong when I get back, okay….? Going nows..

CrimsonNostalgia (7:33 PM): ……..

CrimsonNostalgia (7:35 PM): nothings wrong….

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Dinner had taken longer then expected. Though a part of Naruto's mind was dreading to return, his original plan had been to eat quickly, then hurry back to the computer to talk to Sasuke. But as with most teenagers' plans, the adults had to make sure it wasn't that simple.

I mean, come on, he didn't have to go over every single little scrap of homework. True, Naruto hadn't done most of it, and rarely ever did, but did that mean Jiraiya had to check him every night to make sure it gone done? …Don't answer that.

The boy grumbled curses under his breath as he shut his door, a little harder then he had meant to. Stupid adults and their stupid responsibilities… His eyes remained downcast, glaring daggers at the floor as he walked over to his desk, tossing his homework papers in the general direction of his bag. He was halfway through typing his apology to Sasuke when the tanish, italicized text caught his eye, so different from Sasuke's dark blue or his vibrant, neon orange, and he let his hands fall to his lap in disbelief.

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CrimsonNostalgia (9:03 PM): i think… im going 2 bed

CrimsonNostalgia (9:03 PM): nite

CrimsonNostalgia (9:04 PM): ..ily

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Blue eyes were glued to the screen, the first few tan words specifically, for several minutes. His brain didn't seem to want to process this information; all he could do was gape. Sasuke… signed off? Before he had gotten a chance to talk to him, to actually get some answers, the bastard signed off?!

The muscles around his eyes seemed to tense as his body debated between being extremely hurt or enraged. It finally settled on a medium: hurtfully pissed off. His hand pretty much smashed against the mouse as he went to shut down his computer, arm so tense it was shaking because he was trying so hard to prevent himself from leaving his stupid ass boyfriend some nasty offline IMs. Once the red button was clicked that would terminate the computer's power, he flew out of the seat and all but threw himself down on his bed in anger. Fucking dumbass, dickhead Sasuke. He was going to give the bastard a piece of his mind when he talked to him next…

No, called a tiny part of the blonde's mind, you won't. And it was right. Naruto couldn't stay angry that long… Especially if Sasuke happened to be in a better mood the next time he came online. Then he'd be so happy things were good again that he'd forget all about his anger… That's what always happened. Naruto crossed his arms tightly to his chest, feeling his anger grow.

What he had to fucking go through for love…