Author's Note: This website apparently doesn't allow stories written in second point of view which I don't understand why; it just bobbles my mind. Anyway, I'm going to keep it as it is and if it gets reported, then I just won't upload anything on here because that's the POV I mainly write in. And it's just so tiring to change everything up with some OC name I'll come up with in seconds like all of my other stories on here, so let's see what happens. Enough of this note, enjoy my drabble series!

When the last bell rang to signal the end of your senior year, you expected a relaxing and worry free summer headed your way. You even thought about going down to the beach with your friends and possibly capture your first boyfriend! But destiny seems to be disagreeing with your little fantasy because the moment you walked toward your apartment door, a little boy ran to you and wrapped his arms around your waist with a loud, "Mom!"

He now sat on your couch, his onyx eyes inspecting your living room. You sneaked a peek at the boy and sighed. The whole five minutes that the two of you were standing outside, just looking at each other, you were completely flabbergasted. Even to the point where you just brought him inside.

Of course, you did try to reason with him about the whole mother idea afterwards, but it all ended up with him pouting. With his cheeks puffed up, furrowed eyebrows, that small but noticeable blush; it was too cute to reject.

Letting out another sigh, you stood up and made your way to the boy. You plopped yourself next to him and patted his head. "So…What's your name?"

"Sasuke!" The dark-haired boy grinned happily as he answered.

"Okay, Sasuke, how old are you?" you asked, a smile making its way toward your lips. He scrunched up his face for a few minutes before he lightens up; the grin plastered on his face once more.

"I'm six!"

You let out a small laugh and ruffled his hair. He pouted and darted away from your hand, bringing his own toward his head to smooth down his unkempt hair. Not like it really mattered since his hair seemed to stay spiked up anyways. You smiled at his action.

"Where's your actual mommy, Sasuke?" you asked.

He cocked his head, obvious confusion written in his facial expression. "What do you mean? You're my mom."

You furrowed your brows. "How did you get here?"

"Auntie brought me here!"

"Where's your auntie now?"

He shrugged. "Dunno."

You stared at the boy in front of you. Whoever his auntie was, she just left him in the hands of a girl who could barely take care of herself. What were you going to do? For one thing, you knew you were going to kiss your ideal summer a goodbye.