Author's Note:

Hey guys, Emily here. I think that the first story was done almost probably, a few days ago now? We love the story, and we hope that you guys do to. And I know that we sort've ended unfairly, so that's why we're hurrying and updating. There's going to be a few changes that I wanted to inform you guys on. The first story was written in first point of view, and in this case it's going to be third person. But, yeah. That's about it.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Naruto, at all. Nor do I own the lyrics from the song "A Dead Language For A Dying Lady" by Vanna in which lyrics are used in this chapter. Nor do we own the song "Summertime" by Mae, which song is the theme for this story, as was "Mistakes We Knew We Were Making" was the song for that story, also by Mae. I'm obviously a Mae fan as you see.

Dedication:

For Sydney Watson.

As he cuts into her chest, her heart beats on
She's just not giving up yet
Though blinded by the devil's touch
She rises above him
She floats towards the light, as the darkness recedes
(let me out, let me live again)
In this most desperate hour (she cries)
A most desperate hour...

There was nothing to do at home, absolutely, positively…nothing. School had been out for almost two weeks now, and Sakura hadn't spoken to any of her friends. Not Ino, not Naruto, not Hinata, not Neji, not Tenten, and definitely not Sasuke. She had watched almost every single talk show and soap opera, which was almost all that was on television. The very pregnant teen rolled over on her side as her phone rang again, the caller ID telling her that it was once again, Ino. She was so popular, didn't she have other people's lives to ruin? I mean, bother?

After having enough of dodging children's shows and hearing enough of Ellen and Oprah trying to change the world, she hoisted herself up off the couch. After her parents had enrolled her in a new school and when she missed the orientation and they declined her application, her parents threw their former honors roll student, pregnant, sixteen year old daughter out onto the street to fend for herself. Thankfully, Sakura's older cousins Rosalind and Cranberry had bought an apartment in the city, and Sakura would be living there with them.

She let out a small grunt as she waddled into the kitchen, grabbing her keys, yes she still had her car, thankfully. "Where are you going, Sakura?" Rosalind asked, standing behind the counter, chopping up some vegetables for the night's dinner. Sakura shrugged, not turning around as she tried to find her purse on the counter, flipping through a sea of papers and finally finding her keys.

"Out. I can't sit around here anymore. If I have to hear one more talk show host trying to save the world, I might go insane." Sakura rolled her eyes, listening to her cousin as she shuffled down the hallway, slipping on a pair of flip flops. She ran her fingers through her short pink-tinted hair, rubbing her lips together and looking down at her ensemble. A pair of maternity jeans with frayed edges and a tight pink maternity t-shirt that went nicely with her hair colour.

"But Sakura, the doctor said you had to stay still! Sakura!" Sakura blocked out the sound of her cousin's voice as she shut the door, a sigh escaping her lips as she shut the apartment door and grabbed her keys. She really shouldn't be doing anything, she knew that. But she was honestly going insane sitting there. Not talking to Sasuke was driving her nuts, because she knew that she should be talking to him. This was his baby that she was having. But she couldn't, because she knew that the baby wasn't a mistake. Sure, it was unplanned, and maybe a little inconvenient, but Sakura really did want to share a life with Sasuke.

But she had left him with quite the cliff hanger, hadn't she? She had slipped that piece of paper in his hands, and left. She had ran, and where had she gone? God, it seemed like ages ago when really it wasn't that long ago. She had gone back to her parents' house, to find that boxes of her things were sitting out on the front porch. The porch lights were on, and Sakura knew, that this was the end of living with her parents.

Sakura decided not to think about her parents or anyone else as she started up the car, pressing the key into the ignition and turning up the stereo. At the sound of J-Pop emitting through the somewhat beat up car, the baby instantly began to kick. Sakura giggled, she had been playing J-Pop music through out the whole pregnancy, and the baby always got excited at the sound of it. Sakura tried to control her cravings as she drove along. She had been getting such crazy cravings these past months.

She would crave things like sushi dipped into barbecue sauce or a ham and candy worm sandwich, grotesque things that made her cousins make a rule that if Sakura wanted to mix her food in weird ways that she had to eat before or after them. The baby's kicks were especially strong today, Sakura noted, and prayed that she wouldn't be giving birth to a jock. Being a jock meant a lot of expenses, and Sakura knew that after the baby was born, she'd probably have to find her own place. And she'd have to get a job, and support the baby on her own. Asking for help from Sasuke just wasn't right, she had come onto him almost nine months ago.

Finally arriving at the mall, Sakura pulled into an open spot near the entrance. Thank god. If she had to park farther back, she'd be out of breath after hauling two people in one body to the front of the store. How did siamese twins do it? Hopefully Sakura never would have to through this again, and if she did, it better be something that was planned. And maybe in about oh, ten years. Sakura entered the mall, a sigh escaping her lips as she grabbed a map.

Usually she didn't need a map to come to the mall. Ino was the talking mall map, and usually Sakura's job would be to hold Ino's bag or told Ino when she looked fat in an outfit. Not that even if she did Sakura was allowed to tell her. No, Ino just needed to hear that she looked beautiful from someone other than herself, or the sales ladies who Ino swore were just trying to "bribe" her. Which they were. They could sell Ino a garbage bag and say that all the stars were wearing it, and Ino would be four hundred dollars, and maybe get two.

Sakura wiped her forehead, it was so hot outside and it felt good to be in the cool air conditioned mall now. Sakura bit down on her bottom lip, waddling over to the elevator and pressing her finger down on the up button. What a summer this was going to be.