Title: Coffee Helps One Sort Life Out. Really, It Does.

Note: Starbucks inspires me. Really. Although that may not always be a good thing...

Disclaimer: Really? Naruto ain't mine. Sadly

Summary: Because when Sasuke gets over his emotional constipation, Sakura is so stunned she doesn't know what to do.

Coffee Helps One Sort Life Out. Really, It Does.

"You know what, pig? I'm thirsty." A short, pink haired girl suddenly stated.

The blond woman turned to her best-friend and her ocean eyes settled on her emerald ones. "So? What do you want me to do about it, forehead?" The blue eyed girl questioned a bit weary of what could be going on in her best-friends head.

The pink haired girl stared at her so called 'best-friend'. "Well, you know when I get pissed off I get thirsty. You're my best-friend! Let's go fix it!" She explained, slightly exasperated that she even had to explain such a thing to her.

The blond woman sighed and grabbed her purse. She never left her dorm without it. It had her credit cards in it.

Sakura all but squealed and ran to get her wallet before leaving. She didn't want to get left behind and knowing Ino, she might be.

As she was walking she tried not to think.

But then again, was that even possible?

"Men are douches." She stated. Sakura had said this about a million times in the past hour but everything just pointed to that conclusion.

The blonde just sighed, knowing that there was a rant coming. Probably similar to the one she just finished in their room.

"I mean, just who does he think he is? He's not all mighty. He's not god's gift to women. He's definitely not perfect. Just what the hell is his problem?" Her voice rising after each sentence, Sakura turned to look at her best friend, "He had no right. Like, none at all."

Sakura was exasperated. She couldn't understand men at all.

She huffed again.

"I mean, normally, people give some sort of sign, or something, before they kiss you. Don't they?" Clearly that was a rhetorical question because Sakura didn't give her best friend the time to answer before she continued, "There's always something. And why did he even kiss me? I thought I was annoying? People not kiss other people if they think they are annoying. That just goes against principle!"

Ino sighed, put a hand on her friends shoulder, and stopped. "Sweetie, why are you ranting like this? He kissed you. Big deal. You will live. It's not like he confessed something major. It's just a kiss." She said, slightly exasperated with the way the girl was acting.

Sakura gaped. She honestly had no other reaction.

"Just a kiss? Just a kiss? Ino, this is Sasuke we're talking about. The one who we thought was asexual. The one with no hormones. The one who –oh I don't know– I can't stand?"

Ino massaged her temples.

"Darlin' I'm not trying to ruin your mindset or anything, but if you –oh I don't know– let him kiss you, you don't hate him."

Sakura looked betrayed.

She felt betrayed.

"How could–" Ino just grabbed her friend's hand and dragged her the rest of the way to Starbucks.

Everything looks better at Starbucks.

Everything.

She quickly led her friend to the cashier and motioned her to order whatever it was she wanted.

Once they got their drinks, the two girls sat down at an open table.

Ino sighed. She had to make her friend understand where she really was. She might think she hates Sasuke, but she wouldn't be in this mental state if she really did.

Sakura would have punched the daylights out of the poor guy.

She's done it before quite a few times.

"Remember how I felt about Kiba when I first met him?" She asked calmly, quickly remembering herself.

Sakura looked at her friend, not seeing her point. "Uh, yeah. I guess. You hated him. What were your exact words?" she lifted her index finger to her lip as she racked her brain for the right words, "He's an insufferable prick that thinks with his libido and has the hygiene of a dog." She quoted, surprisingly, getting the exact words. Well, except she doesn't use the word libido. But close enough.

Ino laughed. "Yeah, and in all honestly, he does have the hygiene of a dog and he does think with his nether regions. But that's beside the point. I hated him. I honestly thought did. And where are we now?" She asked, her eyes looking deeply into her Sakura's emerald ones.

"Madly in love?" The pink haired girl asked meekly.

With a pleased look on her face, she laughed again. "Well, that's one way of putting it." She took a sip of her drink, "But do you see my point? I'm pretty sure that hatred is something else. The lines–"

Sakura sighed. "Yeah, yeah. 'The lines between love and hate are very thin'" She finished her quote, "I know Pig. It's just that…"

She sighed.

She didn't know what to feel anymore. Sure, Sasuke was attractive, she would have to be blind not to see that (although Sakura is pretty sure blind people know he's attractive), but she didn't want anything with him. She knew his type. They didn't date. They screwed and threw girls away.

She's dated enough of those to know.

But now… she just didn't know what to feel. He had stated a long time ago that he hated her. It took him forever to speak to her, so that much was clear enough. Now their dynamic was destroyed.

Broken.

Shattered into a million tiny little pieces and Sakura just doesn't know anything anymore.

Which is pathetic, and she knows it.

"Ino, our dynamic. It's gone. It went splode," She moved her hands in an exploding manner, "and now it's a thousand little pieces and I don't even know if I want it back together again." She finished miserably.

She just wanted this to end. Was that too much to ask?

Ino grabbed her friends hand. "Honey, if you wanted it back the way it was, none of this would be happening." She said simply.

Realization hit Sakura hard.

She liked Sasuke.

She liked Sasuke.

She likes Sasuke.

"Mon dieu. What the hell did I just get myself into?" She moaned into her hands.

Ino hit her forehead with her hand. Sakura was hopeless.

"Sakura. He kissed you, thus, he got you into this. Meaning, he wants this. Whatever this might be. We've known Sasuke since like, forever, and we both know that he doesn't do anything without reason and thinking it over a million and one times. He wanted to kiss you. End of story."

Suddenly, Sakura got up and quickly finished her drink, feeling better.

"Thanks Pig." Were her only words of explanation as she walked out of their favorite hangout parlor.

As she walked around campus looking for a certain jackass, she deliberated.

Just how stupid was she? How could she not have understood him? It had to be thrown in her face, and even then it still had to be explained.

She had seen how weird Sasuke had been acting all week, yet she did nothing.

Not that it was her place to do or say anything, but she could still have connected the dots. She had some brains, why in the world didn't she use them?

As she arrived at her desired location, she raised her hand to knock on the door.

She hesitated.

What if she was wrong?

What if she wasn't? What was she doing here?

What did she expect to accomplish?

Before she could even attempt to answer her own questions, the door opened and a bright mess of blond hair greeted.

"Sakura!" Naruto looked at her and grinned. "Hey teme! Look who decided to visit our humble abode!" He yelled into the room.

"Hey Naruto." She greeted meekly, fighting of the urge to turn tail and leave.

As she walked in, she was greeted with the sight of a pile of clothes.

And boxers at the very top.

"Naruto," She began, "didn't Hinata teach you how to clean your room? Or at least that you should clean it?" Sakura calmly asked, her anger quickly resurfacing.

Naruto chuckled. "Actually, Sakura, those aren't mine. I don't own black boxers." He said while scratching the back of his head, slightly afraid of her reaction.

She froze.

That pile of clothes were Sasuke's? Was that even possible?

Just what the hell was going on here?

Just in that moment, Sasuke walked out of the bathroom and saw them. Then he saw his clothes out in the open.

His boxers out in the open.

"Naruto, start running. Now." He calmly said, before looking up at him.

Paling a bit, Naruto nodded viciously, quickly said goodbye to Sakura, and took off running.

Sasuke sighed. "No, I didn't put these here so you can stop looking at me like that."

Sakura gaped. Just what is with this man this week? First the kiss and now this? Has she stepped into some sort of alternate universe?

Before a fly got in her mouth, she shut it and watched Sasuke put away his clothes.

Sakura cleared her throat, "So what exactly is your problem?" she winced as she heard the way her question sounded, "I mean, first you act, I dunno, strange and then you kiss me? Just what exactly do you want with me?" she added quickly.

Sasuke looked u from his pile of clothes and just stared at the girl before him.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, I just had a lapse of control." Making it clear that he wasn't planning on explaining further, he continued putting his clothes away.

Sakura's jaw dropped again as she processed the new information.

Sasuke had a lapse of control.

Sasuke had a lapse of control.

Sasuke had a lapse of control.

Why the hell did he even need control anyway? Did the urge to kiss her come up that often?

Pffft, not likely.

"Are you implying that you want to kiss me often? She asked, not buying the explanation at all.

Sasuke sighed and Sakura noticed a very light twinge of red gracing his cheeks. "Yes, I guess I do." He stated calmly.

What the hell?

"Then why the hell are you a royal jackass all the time? Honestly Sasuke, I knew you were emotionally constipated but I didn't think it would go this far." She exclaimed, exasperated with the situation once again.

Sasuke snorted. "I am not constipated." He countered.

"I never said you were constipated. I said you were emotionally constipated. I honestly think that the stick up your ass is just as bad as Neji's. I honestly don't know how Tenten deals with the man" She corrected, waving her hands around as if it would help clarify her point.

His facial expression turned into one of disgust. "Don't compare me to Hyuuga." He argued again, walking closer to her.

Sakura sighed. "I'm not comparing you to Neji, I'm comparing the sticks shoved up your asses." She clarified, again. Noticing how close they were (she was moving closer to him after each sentence….) she blushed and looked at her feet, suddenly finding her bright blue converse very interesting.

Sasuke sighed for the nth time and grabbed her chin lightly, forcing her to look up at him.

As she stared into his onyx eyes, she felt her hear skip a beat and she had to remember how to breath.

He was leaning in again. Slower this time, but he was. Almost giving her a chance to stop his advances.

Pffft, as if.

Getting tired of waiting for him to close the gap between them, she leaned up on her toes and firmly attached her lips to his. Feeling an immediate response, she wound her arms around his broad shoulders as he encircled her hips with his arms, pulling her closer to him.

As he deepened the kiss, she wove her hands through his messy black hair and he pushed her against a wall, erasing the non-existent space between them.

Wanting to remove the dramatic height difference, she wound her legs around his narrow hips and tightened her hands around his neck.

After another minute or so, the need to breath became too much and they both pulled away and rested their foreheads against each other.

She sighed, "How about we call a truce?" She was tired of the weird relationship they shared. She wanted something different. What she wanted, she wasn't quite sure yet. All she knew at the moment was that she liked the man standing before her (and had her legs wrapped around) and she didn't want to ruin the beginning of whatever relationship they had.

"On one condition," He stated. Letting the statement sit for a while (and creating a dramatic and unnecessary pause), he finished,

"I get to kiss you a lot more."

Sakura laughed. "Duh." She said as she kissed him again, liking the new turn their relationship just took.

A/N: So? Should I continue?