2. Six Months Before.

Sasuke stumbled down the wooden stairs beside me, one of his arms clinging onto me around my shoulders in a desperate attempt not to trip and make a drunken fool out of himself, whilst his other hand held a small bottle of unreasonably hard vodka.

"Jeez, Sasuke, you need to go home,"

"Mmm… no."

"But why?" Sasuke stopped for a moment and passed his bottle to me, one of his hands gripping his side, I felt his arm tense horribly around me for a moment and feared that he was going to throw up or something but after a few deep breaths he seemed okay to walk again, "Honey, you're so wasted…"

"Honey, y-you're soooo wastedddd." The dark haired teenager murmured in a faintly higher voice than usual. I giggled at him. He took my hand and tried to focus his eyes on mine, "Sakura," He breathed, I waited for him to speak, "Sa-ku-ra," He repeated, blinking his eyes closed and then opening them again. He raised both of his hands and ran them through his hair, exposing his full forehead. "Um…"

"What's on your mind, sweetie? Come, we'll go back to mine… you're a mess, kiddo."

"Kiddo." He repeated childishly.

I rolled my eyes and pulled his bare arm back around my shoulders. My place was only a few houses down, and my mom adored Sasuke, so she wouldn't mind him pukin' his guts up in the morning either. I was pretty sure his mom would be devastated if she were to see him in such a state. It was very rare that Sasuke ever got this fucked up.

Somehow, we managed to get all the way to the top of the stairs before the Uchiha said another word, "Hey wait, this isn't my house."

"No shit…" I murmured back, opening the door to my room and finally let him find his way to my bed and faceplant it with a content moan.

"Sakura I need you." He whined a few minutes later while I stripped off my dress and climbed into my pyjamas, a pair of white shorts and a baggy orange t-shirt I'd borrowed from Naruto a few years ago… and never given back. "Sakura!"

"Quiet, Sasuke," I shushed, closing the door and switching the lights off before crawling under my covers next to Sasuke. His usually minty breath smelt like smoke and alcohol, and his entire body was sweating with the effort of not collapsing under the intake of toxins tonight. "What did you need me for?" I asked him once I'd gotten comfortable, I faced my friend, brushing his sweat-matted hair off of his face and feeling his forehead with my fingertips, just to make an estimate on whether he'd vomit on me in the night or not.

He jerked his head away from my hands with an annoyed whine, "Sakura, I need to tell you something," he slurred.

"Well? What is it?" I asked him, just barely able to make out his glittering, dark eyes in the dim light of the night. Under the covers, I felt him squeeze my hand softly.

"I like you Sakura," He whispered. I laughed softly he shook his head (very slowly) "No really, I want you to date me…" He said, the weak pressure that he could bring his body to apply to my hand grew stronger and he brought his forehead to mine in some strange, affectionate, Sasuke nuzzle, "Be my girlfriend."

I giggled, shoving my face into his chest and laughing. It had been three years since I'd realized I wanted him to say those words to me, and now he was saying them – and all I could do was laugh. Sasuke seemed very confused when I pulled myself back up to look at him. "Aw, look at you." I giggled some more, once again brushing back his hair so that I could make out the expression on his face. "Ask me when you're sober, alright?" I smiled sadly, slapping his cheek fondly.

"No – Sakura, I can't… that's why I had to get like this – Sakura…"

That was the saddest and most serious tone I'd ever heard Sasuke say anything in. Emotions, when he wasn't wasted, weren't Sasuke's thing; the most common response one would receive sounded something like 'hn' and didn't convey anything in particular. Slowly, I bit my lip and then responded gently, "Really, Sasuke? You're not going to wake up and be cold with me?"

"Not if you're my girlfriend." He replied, voice determined and brow faintly creased as he tried to show he was serious, even though he was completely fucked out of his mind.

"Well then, Sasuke, I'll be your girlfriend." I smiled. Sasuke raised his eyebrows as if to ask 'really?'; his eyes still dizzily trying to focus on me but he was there, somewhere. "Yes," I said in response to his gesture.

A small grin passed across his face, perfect teeth appearing for just a second before he passed out. I tutted and closed my eyes, rolling over to get more comfortable… but not before feeling the Uchiha's arm slide over my waist and pull me against him.

God, I just prayed that he wouldn't expel his alcohol intake on me while we slept. And that he meant what he said. Otherwise I was going to feel incredibly stupid in the morning.


A/N: Like I said, this is going to be short, so I'm sorry for not describing the whole thing very well. Can we all just pretend it was too dark for Sakura to describe it? Haha, thank you for reading, please feel free to review!