*tear* They grow up so fast! *sniffle* Nowwwww, the story begins. Yes, they are now hormone filled, PMS-ing Juniors... This is where the fun starts... Don't worry there will be no lemon in here. Blech. ANYways, I hope you like it! ANd please don't give me crap if you think they're out of character, because this is how I want them to be so this is how I wrote them! They're pretty in character but again, this is my little Sakusasu fantasy, don't expect something that will rival the real Anime...

I do not own Naruto but I do own a Neji keychain that came in the mail today! EEEP! I got it off ebay! :D It is currently on my figure skating bag where I grin at it periodicly... Hope I'm not creeping him out...

SO enjoy!


"Sakura… Sakura…"

I glared at her as she continued to slowly trace her gaze across the black print in her text book. Her slim form was curled up around her chemistry textbook on the tan leather couch in my room. She wore faded blue jeans and a navy blue t-shirt that complimented her fair complexion. Her waterfall of shimmering pink hair was loose and formed a half curtain around her focused and intent face.

I continued to glare at her, not sure if she was ignoring me purposely or if she had gone in her scholarly trance as she often did. Sometimes I would come over to find her feverishly scribbling answers to math problems and essays without blinking. Her dad would tell me that she had been going at it for hours without eating or drinking. It was hard to bring her back to earth when it happened, but it was no excuse to ignore me.

I bristled with indignation when she didn't respond to my attempts to get her attention, even when I whacked her legs with a pillow. Finally, I stood up with a devilish smirk on my face. I walked over to the mini fridge my parents had gotten me and pulled out the whipped cream I kept in there because Sakura refused to eat ice cream without it. I walked over to her then aimed the nozzle straight at her face.

"I'm counting to three, Sakura." Her petite form didn't even stir.

"One… Two… Three…"

Whipped cream flew out of the can, instantly covering her in a sticky layer. When the can ran out and she was thoroughly covered I stopped. Her eyes slowly focused and she blinked. She raised her arm and the almond shaped emerald eyes became murderous when she saw it's whipped cream glory.

"Saaaaaasssssuuukkeeeee…."

Shit. Shit, shit, shitty, shit. I bolted out of the room and began to sprint down the stairs. I yanked open the door that led to the kitchen and raced in feverishly looking around for what I needed. I heard light footsteps coming and I began to yank open drawers desperately.

Itatchi walked in and smirked when he saw me riffling through drawers.

"Let me guess."

"Shut your fucking mouth," I snapped, becoming increasingly desperate.

"You pissed off Sakura and now there's hell to pay."

The door swung open at a miraculous speed and slammed into the wall. It revealed a whipped cream covered Sakura. Random streaks of white covered her waist length hair and her slim form was coated in whipped cream.

The terrifying emerald gaze narrowed, finding its target. Oh shit.

I heard Itachi guwaff as he took in Sakura's appearance.

"How'd you expect to get out of this one alive, dip shit," he snickered.

I didn't bother to even glare at him, my eyes trained on Sakura, waiting for her to lunge for my throat. Desperately I reached in a drawer and finally found what I had searched for. A nice long butcher's knife.

Sakua's voice came, chilling and cold. "Itachi."

"Yes?" he replied with glee.

"Call the painter, they need to repaint the walls."

"Why, dearest Sakura?" he asked innocently.

"They're going to be covered with BLOOD!" Her voice rose on the word blood and she lunged. I dropped the knife and ran. Itachi was roaring with laughter as I darted out of the kitchen, through the door that led to the lawn and I began to sprint down the street.

I heard feet slapping the road behind me and I didn't need to turn to see track star—Sakura Haruno chasing me. What the hell was I thinking?

Then, I saw my salvation. The bitchy little girl who lived down the street that stalked me- even though she was only eleven. Psycho. She was cheerily riding her bike down the street. Her bike with pink tassels, Barbie stickers, and glitter. How I despised glitter.

Glitter or Emergency room… I ran up to the little girl, shoved her off the bike, jumped and began to pedal away like mad. Ignored the high pitched shriek from the brat and figured when she realized that I was the one who mugged her, she would be in heaven for days.

I knew that I probably looked like some circus midget riding the teeny tiny bike but I would take this any day compared to Sakura's wrath.

We've been best friends since she belted me in the stomach when we were five. I shook my head and a small smile lit my face. Some things never changed. We'd sat under that willow tree every recess and talked, bickered, and formed a bond that would never be broken. In junior high we were inseparable. Every project we did together. Every field trip we were buddies for the buddy system. Every assembly we sat next to each other and snickered at the other's snarky jokes about the principle. First day of high school, Sakura clung to my arm as we walked through the doors. I pretended she was just being silly, but if she hadn't clung to me, I might have just clung to her. Now we were juniors. Nothing had changed, we were still best friends.

I sighed with contentment, and then remembered my problem. I had long since lost Sakura, due to my Barbie princess ride, but I needed to figure out how to convince her that killing me was a bad idea. After all, she practically lived at my house, so there was no way I could waltz back up to my room unscathed.

I smiled when I got my idea. I quickly turned on the street that led to Sakura's favorite pizza place and the seven eleven. Every Friday, Sakura and I would go to the pizza place and she would get a pepperoni and pineapple pizza and I would get my anchovy one. Then we'd stock up on junk food at the seven eleven, get a couple movies from the redbox and head to my house, because my room had a bigger tv, and watch all the movies, eat practically all the junk food and pizza then watch movies till three in the morning. We'd wake up at twelve in the afternoon then finish the rest of the pizza and we'd eat whatever was left of the junk food. I loved those days more than anything else. I wouldn't trade them for the world.

I parked the bike outside the pizza place and ordered the pizzas. While the pizzas were being made I hit the seven eleven and bought Sakura's sour skittles, peanut m&ms, and her ginourmous box of milk duds. Not to mention my junior mints, starbursts, and raisenettes. I picked up one violent movie then got the pizza and started the five minute ride home. We could pretend it was Friday, even if it was Thursday.

I hoped that Sakura, the freaking future valedictorian of all highschooldom had finished her ridiculous amount of AP homework. Sakura was on the fast track to Har-freakin-vard. She played Soccer, tennis, water polo, volleyball, and did track. She was a part of a ridiculous amount of clubs and kept straight As. How she does it, I'll never know.

It's not like I get Bs and take CP classes, I take a load of AP classes and get As as well, but I don't get consecutive A+s. I rode into my drive way and grabbed the pizza, movie and junk food off of the conveniently placed magenta pink Barbie princess mermaid basket.

I took a deep breath and walked in. Sakura was sitting on the couch with Itachi. She wore an old shirt and pair of sweats of mine. Her hair was wet and fell gracefully around her face. She was absentmindedly chatting with Itachi as she scribbled in her industrial sized calculus notebook. She always chatted while doing math. Math was too simple for her.

Itachi was laughing at something that she said and she had a vacant smile on her face as she continued to scribble. An unpleasant feeling bubbled in my stomach. It started recently and came back whenever Sakura was chatting with Itachi. I still hadn't figured out what it was but I shoved it away.

"Sakuraaa?" I said tentively.

Her head snapped up and she glared. "You.."

I cringed.

"You… You, You!" she spluttered.

Her voice was rapidly rising and she began to get up.

"You... You… You Asshole!

I shrank back and raised the pizza and junk food into the air with one hand and waved the DVD in front of my face with the other. I cracked open one eye and watched as her face began to relax.

She grinned at the DVD and when she saw the sour skittles she broke. She ran at me and gave me a big hug, wrapping her arms around me. She smelled like vanilla and apples- her favorite shampoo and conditioner. I knew because she kept some of her shampoo and conditioner at my house. She was here so often and she refused to use my stuff because she hated smelling like as she put it "like a mini Sasuke".

I felt my face turn a little pink as I gently dropped the goodies I had brought and wrapped my arms around her. Why was my face turning pink? I looked over at Itachi to see him glowering. I raised an eyebrow and he turned his head angrily away.

Sakura pulled back and flashed her dazzling grin before grabbing the candy, pizza, movie, and her notebook then sprinted up the stairs.

She turned back when she reached the stop step and gave me a devilish grin. I flinched and knew I was in for something.

"Sasuke," she called in a honey sweet voice.

"Yes," I gulped.

"Bring the leather cleaner."

"Why," I asked suspiciously.

"I wiped the whipped cream on your sofa. You can clean it up."