OKAY EVERYONE THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS. I WAS SO HAPPY WIFF IT. :) YEA SO HERES THE 2ND CHAPPIE OF 'Sakura's Love Life'!!!!!!!

OH YEA I FOR GOT THE DISCLAIMER.

DISCLAIMER: NARUTO BELONG TO ME –CRIES- BUT THIS STORY DOES (HA!)

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RECAP:

Art Class

Kakashi Sensei had us building Found-art sculptures with all this trash we gathered From under the bleachers Next to the training grounds. And im so into it that until the bell rings I don't even notice that I haven't thought about Naruto once for the entire 48-minutes. I think I just set a new world record.

Secret Shelf

I'm rifling through the dust and jumble Of my parents' walk in closet, Searching for the perfect belt To wear with my new black jean mini-skirt, When I happen to glance up And see a small shelf Above the door Crammed with paperback books.

Strange to think that I've been in this closet Hundreds of times before and never once noticed it till now. I pull over the chair from my mother's dressing table, Climb up to take a closer look, And just about to faint:

Here are some of The dirtiest books I've ever seen in my life I try to picture My mother and father Sitting around reading them But it's too gross And suddenly realize That I'll never be able To think of my parents In quite the same way as I used to And that every time they go out And leave me alone in the house, Ill be racing right back up here To grab another one off the shelf.

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Chapter 2: Mom, Dad, me and also Naruto

Mom And Dad Used To Be In Love

Way back in the beginning anyhow, I know because I can see it in their eyes when I watch the old home videos of when I was a baby. They were really in love, like people in the movies.

But now they have these hideous battles all the time. They scream their guts out at each other about thing like how they should be raising me or about money or about in-laws or even just what movie to go see.

Their shrieking whips around inside me like a tornado. And no fingers crammed in my ears, no pillows held over my head, can block it out.

It makes me want to throw on my coat and rush over to Hinata's or to Temari's house. But I can't bring myself to set foot outside.

What would I do if I ran into of the neighbors?

A neighbor who's heard every single foul-mouthed word?

I Got This Problem With Crying

Once I start, I can't stop.

And what makes it so awful is that if I cry any longer than five minutes (which of course I always do) my eyes swell up like a boxer's for at least 24 hours.

I tried ice packs, I tried cold cucumber cure. I even trine raw steak. But nothing works. Ever. So when I've been crying, I pray for sunshine because if it's cloudy out everyone keeps asking me why I'm wearing my sunglasses, and I get so embarrassed that I start to cry, and once I start, I can't stop

Dinner Downer

Seem like dad's been going on more and more missions lately. And when he's not out of the village, he's always training at the training grounds 5 hours a day. But once in a while he makes it home by 6 o'clock and three of us have dinner together, almost like a regular functional family.

We sit down at the kitchen table, Dad flicks on the TV, and we watch the even news while we eat. Sometimes I wish I could just switch it off, so we could actually make dinner conversation, like they do over at Hinata's house and at Temari's.

Every now and then, during the commercials Dad will say something like, "How was school today, Sakura?" Once I said, "We played strip poker during third period and I lost." lmfao I fukken crack at that part and look what her dad says Dad just said, "that's nice," without looking up from his meatloaf.

Lately, I've been trying to concentrate on Naruto during dinner. On imaging we're at the ramen food shop. Just the two of us. It helps a little.

At The Ichiraku the ramen stand

Tucked in the corner of our favorite booth next to each other, I'm trying to focus on reading the menu but his hand has slipped under the tablecloth and his fingers stroking my knee (What a pervert Naruto . )

Naruto And I Bump Into His Old Girlfriend At The Mall

She's batting her lashes at him, touching his arm, saying how great he looks and calling him Foxy, as in the foxy grin he used to giver her. Ha. Ha.

He's blushing and flashing her these intimate grins, as though her calling him that silly name is bring back all these secret fond memories.

And I'm just standing here with this paralyzed smile on my face, wishing I could grab his hand and make a dash for the elevator.

By Comparison

Watching Naruto with his old girlfriend Ivy makes me feel like im sort of Amazonian freak of nature, like im the Mount Everest of teenage girls. I bet whenever they went to the beach he used to pick her up and throw her in the water. I bet if he tried to pick me up his knees would buckle. Not that im fat. It's just that im tall and there's so damn much of me.

I'm thinking Naruto should be with someone more like Ivy, someone petite and blonde and infinitely perky. I'm wondering what he's doing with huge old, mousy brown, terminally sluggy me. But when she finally wiggles away,

Naruto turns to me and says,

"Man, I used to hate it when she called me Foxy. And I forgot how tiny she was. How could I ever gone out with someone who looks like she could be my baby sister?"

Wow! He always says just the right thing. How does he do that? I'm the luckiest fifty-foot woman alive.

In English Class

If Mrs. Kuranai glances up from the stack of essays she's slashing with her famous red pen, it will appear as if im reading The Grapes of Wrath.

But if she comes around to look over my shoulder, she'll catch me staring at photo I've tucked into the center of the book, the one that Naruto slipped into my pocket last night just before we kissed goodbye, where's he's standing on the beach with this surfer boy smile on his lips, the wind tossing his blond spiky hair everywhere, the one that says:

"For Jade Eyes from a secret admirer"

inside a little heart on the back, the one where he look so amazingly cute that Mrs. Kuranai might just find herself staring at him too, instead of giving me a detention.

During French Class

Je ne peux conjugate the verbs parce que im sitting right across from my old boyfriend Kankuro and his lips. I feel myself turning grren when I look at them: thick, chapped, gleaming under a drizzle of spit.

How could I ever have let him kiss me? I can even remember wanting him to kiss me.

What could I have been thinking?

That mouth of his, so perpetually overflowing with saliva it touched mine. Just last spring that drooly tongue was in my mouth. More than once. I think I'm gonna be sick.

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WELL I THINK IT WAZ A SHORT CHAPPIE. LOLZ SO I HOPE U LIKE IT EVEN AT THE ENDING PART OF SAKURA THINKING ABOUT KANKURO'S LIPS. –EWWW- SO PLZ REVIEW MY STORY PPLZ.

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