The Kissing Booth Chapter 1, a naruto fanfic

Disclaimer: Naruto and the Kissing Booth are the property of their respective owners. I am is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of the material. I don't own anything. I didn't write this story only put Naruto characters in place of the original characters. I didn't write this story only replaced various things

Chapter 1

Sakura POV

'Do you want a drink?' Naruto called from the kitchen as Sakura shut the front door.

'No, thanks,' Sakura called back. 'I'll head on up to your room.'

'Sure thing.'

Sakura never stops wondering at how big Naruto Uchiha's house was; it was practically a mansion. There was a room downstairs complete with a fifty-inch TV and surround sound, not to mention the pool table, and the heated pool outside.

Even though Sakura treated it like a second home the only place Sakura felt really, really comfortable was in Naruto's bedroom.

Sakura opened the door and saw the sunlight spilling in through the open doors leading to his small balcony. Posters of bands covered the walls, Naruto's drum kit sat in the corner next to a guitar, and his Apple Mac was proudly displayed on a smart mahogany desk that matched the rest of the furniture.

But, just like any other sixteen-year-old boy's room, the floor was littered with T-shirts and underpants and stinky socks; empty ramen cups festered next to the Apple Mac, and empty cans were strewn over almost every surface.

Sakura launched herself onto Naruto's bed, loving the way it bounced. We'd been best friends since we were born. Our moms both knew each other from college and I only lived a ten-minute walk away now. Naruto and I had grown up together. We might as well have been twins: freakishly, we were born on the same day.

Naruto was my best friend. Always had been and always will be. Even if he did annoy the hell out of me sometimes.

He turned up just at that moment, holding two opened bottles of orange soda, knowing I'd have drunk his at some point anyway.

'We need to decide what we're doing for the carnival,' I said.

'I know,' Naruto sighed, messing up his golden blonde hair and scrunching up his freckled face. 'Can't we just do a coconut thing? You know, when they throw balls and try to knock the coconuts off?'

I shook my head in wonder. 'That's what I was thinking . . .'

'Of course, it is.'

I smirked a little. 'But we can't. It's already taken.'

'Why do we have to come up with a booth anyway? Can't we just manage the whole event and make other people come up with the booths?'

'Hey, you're the one who said being on the school council would look good on our college applications.'You're the one who agreed to it.'

'Because I wanted to be on the dance committee,' I pointed out. 'I didn't realize we had to work on the carnival too.'

'This sucks.'

'I know. Oh, hey, what about if we hired one of those, um . . . you know' – I made a swinging gesture with my hands – 'those things with the hammer.'

'Where they test your strength?'

'Yeah. That thing.'

'No, they already ordered one of those.'

I sighed. 'I don't know then. There's not much left – everything's already taken.'

We looked at each other and both said, 'I told you we should've started planning this earlier.'

We laughed, and Naruto sat at his computer, spinning around on the chair slowly.

'Haunted house?'

I gave him a deadpan look – well, I tried. It wasn't easy to catch his eye when he was spinning around like that.

'It's spring, Naruto. Not Halloween.'

'Yeah, so?'

'No. No haunted house.'

'Fine,' he grumbled. 'Then what do you suggest?'

I shrugged. Truth was, I had no idea. We were pretty much screwed. If we didn't come up with a booth, then we'd end up being booted off the council, which would mean we couldn't put it on our college applications next year.

'I don't know. I can't think when it's this hot.'

'Then take off your sweater and come up with something.'

I rolled my eyes, and Naruto started surfing Google for ideas for a booth for the Spring Carnival. I tugged my sweater off over my head and felt the sun on my bare stomach. I tried to wriggle my arms back through so I could pull down the tank top I was wearing underneath . . .

' Naruto,' I said, my voice muffled. 'A little help?'

He snickered at me, and I heard him get up. At that moment the bedroom door was pushed open, and I thought for a minute he'd left me in a tangle, but the next second I heard a different voice.

'Hn, at least lock the door if you guys are going to do that.'

I froze, my cheeks going a bright pink that could put my hair to shame, as Naruto tugged down my tank top and yanked the sweater off my head, leaving my hair static.

I looked up to see his older brother leaning against the door frame, smirking at me.

'Hey, Pinky,' he greeted me. He knew I hate being called Pinky. I let Naruto get away with it, but Sasuke was another matter entirely. He did it solely to annoy me. Nobody else dared call me 'Pinky', not after I had yelled at Sai for it in the fourth grade. Now everybody called me Sakura. Just like nobody else dared call him 'Saucegay', except for Lee; everyone else called him Sasuke.

'Hi, Saucegay,' I shot back with a sweet smile.

His jaw clenched and his dark eyebrows rose a little, like he was daring me to carry on calling him that. I just smiled back and the sexy smirk returned.

Sasuke was just about the hottest guy to grace this earth; believe me, I'm not exaggerating. He had black hair that flopped into his onyx eyes, and he was tall and broad-shouldered. His nose was a little crooked from when it was broken in a fight and didn't set quite right – Sasuke wasn't a stranger to fights, but he'd never been suspended. Aside from the occasional 'scrap', as Naruto and I had taken to calling it, he was a model student: his grades never dropped below an A, and he was the star of the football team, too.

I used to have a crush on him when I was twelve or thirteen. It passed pretty quickly though when I realized he was way out of my league and always would be. And even though he was unbelievably hot, I acted my normal self around him because I knew there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd ever look at me as anything other than his brother's best friend.

'I know I seem to have this effect on ladies, but could you please try and keep your clothes on in my presence?'

I laughed sarcastically. 'Dream on.'

'What're you guys doing, anyway?'

I did wonder for a moment why he was interested, but I shrugged it off. Naruto said, 'We have to come up with a stupid booth for the carnival.'

'Sounds like crap.'

'No kidding,' I said, rolling my eyes. 'All the good booths are taken. We'll end up with something like – like – like that thing where you hook a duck.'

They both looked at me like I couldn't have come up with a worse idea, and I shrugged.

'Whatever. Anyway, Naruto – Mom and Dad are away tonight, so party at eight.'

'Cool.'

'And Pinky? Try not to strip off in front of everybody for me tonight.'

'You know I only have eyes for Naruto,' I said innocently.

Sasuke laughed a little, smirking. He was already tapping away at his phone – probably broadcasting the message about a party, just like Naruto was. He loped out of the room like a lazy cat or something. I couldn't help but let my eyes drag after his cute butt . . .

'Hey, if you could stop checking out Saucegay for two seconds,' Naruto teased.

I blushed and shoved him. 'Shut up.'

'I thought you were over your crush.'

'I am. That doesn't make him any less hot though.'

Naruto rolled his eyes at me. 'Whatever. You're gross sometimes, you know.'

I went to sit at the computer, Naruto leaning over my shoulders, his chin resting on the top of my head.

I clicked onto the next page of search results and scrolled down, feeling my eyes glaze over as they scanned the page.

I stopped, something catching my eye just as Naruto started to say, 'Hold up.'

We both stared at the screen for a few seconds; then he stood up, and I spun the chair around to face him, identical smiles stretching over our faces.

'Kissing booth,' we both said at the same time, grinning. Naruto held his hand up for a high five, and I smacked my palm against his.

This was going to be so cool.

A/n: This isnt my original story, I took the original story and with the characters and other parts and replaced them with Naruto character's and other naruto stuff. Basically just changed a few things to create a Sasusaku story. I'm not taking credit for this story. I am just a bored teen creating more sasusaku content to feed my obsession with the ship. Im working on something original but it sucks right now so Im just doing these kind of stories for now. I just edited to be a sasusaku fic .