To Walk Alongside You-

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Chapter Two-

Sleepover

I closed the door quietly behind me when I got home, not wanting to wake anyone. The lights were off and I could just make my way to Junior's room with the moonlight. His door was ajar and I peeked inside, finding him fast asleep and snuggling with Levi. I smiled at the sight, my little brother still as soft hearted as always despite being seventeen now. He was the spitting image of Dad and acted just like him.

I padded over to my room next door and slipped my shoes off. After I changed into my red nightgown, I sent Boruto a text, letting him know I got home in a safe and timely manner. I had fun today despite having to wait for a certain blonde idiot that never showed up. Even though we bickered, he was still my closest friend. He always reminded me to loosen up while I reminded him to keep his head on his shoulders. I honestly didn't know what he would do without me.

Just as I sat on my bed, a response came through from Boruto. 'I'm home already too… because you're such a slow ass.'

"Tch." I huffed, but there was no heat behind it.

'And how many laws did you break getting there?' I text back, knowing he sped the whole way.

He replied quickly. 'Only one.'

I rolled my eyes and put my glasses in their case before texting back. 'I see, and how fast were you going, hot shot?'

'Not fast enough. Faster than you though.'

"Jerk." I whispered out loud, giggling. 'Yes, yes, I know. You're the fast and furious while I'm slow and serious.'

'If you're so serious then get to bed. You have work, remember?'

I smiled and layed down, pulling the covers over me. 'You have work too. Stop texting me and go to sleep.'

'Fine. Bet I'll be asleep before you though.'

I shook my head at the challenge, still smiling. 'Sorry, can't hear you, I'm already asleep.'

'Goodnight then. I'll see you tomorrow.'

'Goodnight, sleep well.' I text back and set my phone on my nightstand.

I can't imagine him surviving without me, but then again, I couldn't without him. That night I dreamt of when we were younger and we played outside the shop while our dads worked. It didn't happen too often because of my dance classes, but we enjoyed it when it did. He was still as rough around the edges as he was now, the only thing that had grown was the size of his ego. But I was used to that, I had a pretty big ego of my own, being an Uchiha and all. In fact, every member in our family did except for mom. She's always so humble and kind, and I find myself thinking of her when my pride starts to slow me down.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm, hitting the snooze for five more minutes. I could smell Mom's cooking from here and smiled at the thought of Dad sneaking samples. I dozed off until my alarm went off a second time and then sat up, stretching. I turned it off and hopped in the shower trying to make up my mind whether I was dreading going to work or not. It wasn't terrible per say and I was learning a lot. However, most of my co-workers were a joke. The men were better than everyone and sucked up to those in a higher position, some women joining in. Most women, though, they were completely clueless.

I honestly couldn't understand why half of them were there if not to flirt. 'Oh doctor, you're so smart', 'Oh doctor, let me get that for you'. Yuck. I don't know how my mom did it, the medical hierarchy was insane. At least school was easy for me and for that I was thankful. While Junior went with Dad and learned about cars, I danced and learned about medicine from Mom. If she hadn't started teaching me so young, I wouldn't be where I was now, top of my class. I got out of the shower and dried off, dressing in my burgundy scrubs. Then I combed my hair and braided it, clipping it up into a bun. After I grabbed my glasses, I headed to the kitchen.

Mom was finishing the sausages while Dad was sitting at the table, feeding Levi bacon from his hand. Lou was sitting at my mom's feet, watching her and patiently waiting for attention. "Here, Lou." I called and she pounced over.

Mom said Lou looked just like her grandmother aside from her green eyes. I had never met Luna, but I could tell from family pictures how much she meant to us, just as much as Levi and Lou did. She barked as I showered her with as much love as possible.

"Morning." Dad greeted before picking up his newspaper, Levi laying by his feet contently.

"Good morning, Dad." I smiled. "Good morning, Mom."

"Good morning, Sarada." Mom smiled sweetly at me before setting a plate loaded with food for me at my usual seat and then walking over to give Dad his. She leaned down and their eyes met. My heart swelled at the look of affection passing between them before Mom walked away, always aware of when she had an audience.

Seeing the love between them always awed me and I could only hope I would have that someday. "Do you need me to pick up anything on my way home from work?" I asked, coming up to the sink to wash my hands.

"No, that's okay. I know you'll be going to the park to meet up with Boruto." The suggestive look in Mom's eyes did not get past me.

Dad cleared his throat. "Don't get any ideas, love." He told Mom, flipping a page.

Mom turned on her heel, her hand propping on her hip. "I don't know what you mean. All I said was that I knew what our daughter would be doing after work and if I'm being frank, I'm glad she's doing it." She turned her nose up then, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes, you're forever innocent." He teased and I could tell he was smirking. "I think we both know what the park entails."

"Do you… really want to have this conversation darling?" Mom asked, walking closer to Dad.

Dad put his paper down and looked at her, sure enough, smirking. "Perhaps . . . . but after breakfast."

"Very well… though you could save yourself the trouble because I already know how it will end."

"Oh, do you now?" Dad asked and I didn't like the look in his eyes. "Shall we put that claim to the test?"

"Preferably not in front of me." I said, holding my hands up in surrender as I sat at the table.

"Behave darling." Mom told Dad then, and I couldn't get that suggestive smile of hers out of my mind. Their love was a beautiful thing, but so was the sun. If you got too close, you would get burned.

Junior walked in still half asleep with his hair going every which way. "Hey Mom, Dad." He yawned, sitting at the table.

"Junior." Dad hummed gently and then went back to his paper. Levi got up from his spot and came to sit next to Junior, his tail wagging.

"Did you brush your teeth?" Mom asked Junior as she brought over his breakfast. "I'm very worried about that foul mouth of yours. If you're going to use bad language at least do it when you're alone."

Dad gazed over his paper and gave Junior another one of his looks. "It's not a hard thing to remember, son. Don't curse around your mother."

Mom gave Dad a smug look then. "Or around anyone's mother for that matter." She pointed out.

"Hn." Dad nodded. "No cursing around mothers."

"I got it." Junior sighed. "Sorry again, Mom. It slipped."

"Just don't let it happen again." Mom smiled as she finally came to sit at the table with a plate of her own.

"Hn." He grunted, digging in.

I began eating my own breakfast as Dad and Mom followed suit. Mornings were one of my favorite times with the family, it was peaceful and never boring- Uchiha's never were.

"Hey Mom, did you need me for anything today?" Junior asked. "If not, I wanted to head to the shop."

"No that's okay. You can go to the shop. I have to do some grocery shopping but I can use your father for that."

"After we settle the matter from before." Dad stated and I rolled my eyes.

"What matter?" Junior asked, looking at me.

"You don't wanna know." I told him and he read between the lines, scrunching up his nose.

We all finished our breakfast and I headed out, grabbing my purse and my car keys. Junior followed me outside and made sure Mom and Dad weren't paying attention.

"Sis, Dad's planning on going to the shop today too." He said, giving me a pointed look.

"Do you think Boruto was able to fix his car?"

"You tell me, you saw what condition it was in." He huffed. "Look, I'll see if I can distract Dad for as long as I can, but you should text him and let him know."

I raised an eyebrow at him. 'Why don't you text him?"

"I can't do all the work." He scoffed. "I'll let you know when Dad's heading over, he's giving me a ride anyway."

"Alright." I sighed, knowing better than to argue, He was as stubborn as Mom and Dad put together. "See you when I get home, Bro."

He smiled at me and tugged my sleeve. "Later, Sis."

I got to work ten minutes early and put my purse in my locker, sending Junior's message to Boruto before I started my day. At least I had Chocho there with me to help me through the idiocy. She was a bit simple herself, but she understood things in a way I couldn't describe, it was truly amazing. We had become friends rather quickly and she was definitely someone I could count on. Work ended up being pretty intense and annoying today, but I had something else to look forward to. I got home as quickly as I could, admittingly going one mile over the speed limit. I wasted no time going to my room and changing my clothes.

I decided to go with white shorts and a purple T-shirt. I put on my sneakers and was out the door again, now heading to the park. After I got there, I pulled out my pocket mirror and checked my hair. It was still up from before and I made a split second decision. I took it down and let it lay where it pleased, the braid making it curlier than usual. Then I straightened my glasses and put the mirror back in my purse, heading towards our spot. I was surprised to find Boruto already there, sitting on the bench and looking like a lost puppy. I smiled and called out to him, noticing he had brought food too.

"Hey, look who's on time!"

He looked up, blue eyes finding me and a smirk instantly pulled at his lips. "It's just you're late. Though I'm not surprised. You probably didn't drive over fifteen miles an hour."

"I drove a mile over the speed limit, thank you." I told him proudly, taking a seat next beside him. "Praise me."

"Ooooh, not a whole mile. I'm just… so proud." He chuckled and leaned back on the bench, his arm casually moving to rest behind me.

I reached over and tugged a strand of his blonde hair. "Better be."

"I brought burgers… don't worry I remembered to get you extra tomatoes."

"Ha ha, very funny." I said. "You better be joking."

He rolled his eyes and handed me a burger. "I'm not an idiot, Sarada." He said as I took the burger and he reached for his own.

"Are you sure about that?" I giggled, unwrapping it.

"Sure am… and so are you." He said before having a bite. "Oh… your fucking dad…" He chewed quickly. "Bastard gave me an earful… and nothing was even wrong with my car! Why can't I catch a break. There I was, doing my own thing with my tune up and he had to come walsting in all 'you need to use these brake pads' and 'that's not the right stance to use when you're standing and hovering under the hood.' What the actual fuck… he doesn't make sense. Honestly I think he just wants to give me a hard time about everything for no damn reason."

I leaned back, focusing on his words rather than the arm I was now resting on. "He wouldn't say anything if he didn't care, even if he can be a bit much. Mom puts him in his place all the time." I told him.

"Well you know I just have to take his shit. Pain in the ass, he may be… but I still have a lot of respect for him."

"He is pretty cool, huh?" I teased, though it was true. "Your dad too, Mom says they were amazing out there. I wish I could've seen it."

"Yeah… they were both amazing. Your dad is still one hell of a mechanic too. And… he hasn't even shown you any of his old races? I have all of them on disks at my place."

"Do you?" I asked, looking down as I took a bite. There was no way I would admit that while my dad was showing Junior his racing videos I had played outside with him instead.

Boruto pulled his arm back and turned to face me more. "Damn right I have them. I can't believe you've never seen him race. Hate to admit it but, he was even better than Dad." He laughed a bit and leaned back again. "You wanna come over and watch them?"

"Sure." I said, smiling. "As long as your house isn't a hot mess."

He coughed then and scowled at me. "Hey, you'd know if you came over to visit me once in a while…"

"I would if you weren't at the shop all the time." I countered. "Though I might make an exception this time and help you clean up a bit."

"I don't want you to come over and clean. You've wounded me… my house is actually really clean. I mean… I only go home to sleep anyway." His voice turned quiet with his last words and I couldn't help but notice that and the way his face fell.

"Only to sleep?" I repeated softly. "Well, that isn't any good. Maybe I should come over and cook some time, that way I know you're eating well."

He shrugged. "I eat. Every day with you and most of the time I get something on my way home. It's just kind of boring there… and I prefer to be at the shop anyway. Or here…"

I titled my head and took hold of his hand. "You can always find me here." I reminded. "Though I doubt it would be boring if I came over. Have you met me? I'm crazy, I drove a mile over the speed limit. And you see these hands? They were trained by the one and only Sakura Uchiha to cook only the finest of foods. I have skills, Boruto, you should recognize them."

"Keep on and I might make you move in." He laughed. "It would certainly be… interesting."

"Interesting." I repeated. "You may be right about that."

"Who are we kidding… your dad would definitely blow that shit out of proportion and kick my ass." He sighed then before suddenly jumping up and pulled me along with him, our hands locked together. "But that doesn't mean you can't come over sometimes… like now."

"Now?" I blinked. "Like right now?"

He nodded, grinning at me. "Don't you want to see those old videos?"

"Yes, and that clean house of yours." I teased, remembering what his room was like when we were younger.

"I hope you're not expecting to be disappointed." He said, pulling me along. "We'll take my car."

I smiled and pushed up my glasses. "Can I drive?"

He hesitated, smile fading but I never in a million years expected him to hand over his keys. "Just this once… and… you can't be a slow ass- my car doesn't believe in that shit."

Despite the rude comment, my dark eyes were sparkling. "Right. One mile over the speed limit coming up!" I grinned.

"Make it twenty." He muttered. "Better yet, just drive normal… you don't know what the hell you're doing."

"I do too." I said, regrettably letting go of his hand to get in on the driver's side. "I'm part of team Konoha just as much as you are."

Boruto got in the passenger side next to me and moved around, trying to get comfortable. "Well this feels all wrong… and if you are then show me. Drive like you mean it."

I bit my lip and gave him a challenging look. "Alright hot shot, I'll make it two miles."

I started the engine and felt it roar, vibrating the car as it came to life. I may not be as obsessed as my dad and brother were, but I had a love for cars too. As long as they were driven safely and responsibly. I tapped my foot on the gas pedal, excitedly glancing at Boruto.

He grinned, liking the thrill in my eyes. "Don't be scared of it."

"I'm not." I insisted. "Just seeing how it feels first, it's a lot more power than I'm used to and for good reason. I've seen whats under this hood."

I threw him a wink for good measure and then pulled out, taking us on to the street. I let it fly for a short while, getting wrapped up in the engines purr, but then I settled it down with an ease off the pedal. It was more sensitive than my sports car and a lot more wild. I could see how much this car suited him. It was just as excitable as he was and it gave me a tingling feeling to have so much speed at my fingertips. I was tempted to go three miles over the speed limit, but held back. I didn't want to get too reckless. I turned on to Boruto's street with one hand, loving how smooth it rode.

"I'll admit it." I sighed. "This is a cool car."

"Well, it's my car isn't it." He chuckled. "Don't drive past my house now, you might not know where it is since you never come see me."

I puffed out my cheeks and glared at him. "I know where it is."

"Good."

I spotted the blue and grey house, pulling into the driveway. I turned off the engine, sad to see it go, and handed Boruto his keys.

"Well? How did I do?" I asked.

"Slower than I like but… you did just fine." He smiled softly which took me a bit by surprise.

"Thanks." I smiled back, deciding I liked this softer look.

We got out of the car and went inside, Boruto closing the door behind us. I was shocked to see it really was clean, spotless even. The Boruto I know was never this neat and it made me think back to his words before. He was only here to sleep. He was a guy who fought for his independence, but now that he has it, he's . . . alone. It was heartbreaking to think of him sitting in this big house by himself.

"I'm impressed." I told him. "I am in fact eating my words, your house is very nice."

"Told you not to expect to be disappointed." He said smugly as he took my hand and pulled me into the living room. "Have a seat and I'll put on a video."

I did as he said, choosing one of the green beanbags, watching him move around happily. This was the Boruto I knew. "Which one are we starting with?"

"I thought it would be best to go back to the beginning… but if you prefer, we could watch his last race."

"Well, I'm not planning on leaving soon, so let's start from the beginning." I told him, promising myself I would come over more often.

He nodded, finding the certain disk and putting it in his bluray. He got the remote and came to sit in another one of the beanbags, moving it closer to mine. He started the video then and I watched carefully, recognizing Dad instantly. He looked just like Junior as he walked to his car and got in. A few moments later the race began. The way he took off and handled his car was enough to take my breath away. He was smooth and efficient and he won, not only on the first clip… but on all of them that we watched.

Boruto changed the disk when we finished the first one and I noticed how Dad had aged. Not by much, but enough to tell. He was just the same in his racing, possibly better with each clip. I was always so thrilled to watch Boruto, and though I didn't think watching these videos would excite me as much as seeing a race in real life- they did. I found myself wanting to cheer my dad on, even though these races happened so long ago now.

"This is his last race coming on now." Boruto explained, settling in to watch closely and I did the same.

It filled my heart with joy to know that he'd won his last race as well and there at the end of the video as he got out of his car, I saw Mom running to him. Her belly was swollen, obviously in the late stages of her pregnancy with me. I could tell by the way my dad was on the track that he really loved racing… and to know that he'd given it up for Mom and my brother and I… it made me a little sad for him. Not that he'd ever seemed unhappy to me.

"He really was something. I'd beat his ass in a race though."

I laughed, lightly shoving his arm. "I'd cheer you on."

"I'd be counting on it." He smiled and checked his phone, his brows pulling together. "Shit… Sarada it's almost midnight."

"Oh crap!"

"You should just stay the night." He murmured. "By the time I take you to your car and you get home it will be really late and I don't want you on the road at this time of night alone anyway."

I hummed and considered his words. The park was safe enough to leave my car and I didn't really like driving late at night . . . . "Alright, I'll text my mom and she'll smooth it over with my dad."

"Better tell her just not to tell him at all." He muttered before getting up and stretching. "I think I'm going to have some hot chocolate. Want some?"

"Of course." I grinned. "Don't even think about holding out on me." I said and sent my mom a quick message.

"Never." He called as he wandered into the kitchen and started fumbling around the fridge and then the cabinets. "Damn it. I never know where anything is in here… found it."

"Want some help?" I asked and walked over to the fridge, wanting a snack. "I could make something to go with it."

"I'm fine with just the hot chocolate but you're welcome to fix anything you want." He said as he poured two cups full of milk and carried them to his microwave. "This will just take a minute. I do it all the time."

I raised an eyebrow at him but didn't comment. There wasn't really anything in the fridge that I was in the mood for and I was about to give up when I spotted graham crackers on top of it.

"Bingo." I grinned and reached for them on my tippy toes, the box just out of reach.

Boruto chuckled as he moved next to me, his body too close as he reached and grabbed it for me, his chest brushing against me and the scent of his cologne filling my nostrils. He handed the box to me, blue eyes heated and smirk ever present.

"Short… and slow."

My cheeks flamed and I smacked his arm. "I almost had it."

"Almost." He mumbled, leaving me to return to making the hot chocolate. "Why don't you take those and go pick out a movie?"

"Tch. Whatever." I huffed, admittingly pouting. I can't help it if I'm short.

I took my graham crackers and opened the box while I scanned his movies. A horror movie caught my eye and I put it in, grabbing a blanket on the couch and sitting right in the middle. I got comfy and chewed on my crackers, happy and content as the disc menu came up.

Boruto finally returned, handing me a steaming cup as he glanced at the flatscreen. "Horror? Really… I figured you'd pick a chick flick… not that I have any of those."

I smirked. "If I wanted to watch one of those, I'd just sit here and watch you."

"I'm not offended. It's not my fault the ladies love me so much. Shit." He sat next to me, his arm going behind me to rest on the back of the couch. "And if you want to watch me, anytime… feel free." He winked.

I choked on my cracker. He laughed as he patted my back and I glared tearily at him, sipping some hot chocolate. "Jerk."

"You're the one who said it." He mused as he took the remote from me and played the movie. "Gonna get scared and hold on tight to me?"

"You wish." I said and rolled my eyes, even if the thought was appealing. "Though you can hold onto me if you get scared."

"Tempting… thanks for letting me know. I may take you up on that."

I reached over and stuffed a cracker in his mouth. "Hush you."

"Damn… I thought you were gonna kiss me." He grumbled, mouth full of the cracker.

My eyes widened a bit and I couldn't fight my blush. "Slow down there, speed racer, before you hurt yourself." I said, voice waning.

"It's you that hurts me." He sighed and sipped his hot chocolate as the movie finally began.

I decided to leave it at that and focused on the movie, trying to play his words off as a joke. It was hard to tell whether he was serious or just teasing me sometimes.

After about half an hour, Boruto was fidgeting around until he'd scooted much closer to me, his arm now resting around my shoulders. "Where the hell did you find this movie? This is another level of weird."

"It was on your shelf." I pointed out. "And while it is weird, it's also quite predictable."

"The hell it is… if one more thing jumps out unexpectedly I may end up on top of you. And I don't wanna hear you squeal… actually… scratch that, you can squeal all you want."

I reached over a pulled a blonde strand of his hair. "Cool it, hot shot." I told him despite his words making my skin heat up. That was not an image I should be picturing in my head.

He sighed loudly. "Fine."

I patted his head. "Good boy."

"Excuse me, but I am not one of your dogs. Don't pet me."

"No?" I asked and giggled. "Don't be like that Boru, I know you just want some love." I teased, petting him again.

"I might… but if I do it's damn sure not the petting kind. I'm a man, in case you forgot."

"Yes, very scary." I said, never feeling in danger when he was by my side. "I'll take note of it."

He hummed a light chuckle then. "Good. I'd hate to have to show you… or maybe I wouldn't."

There he goes again. "Don't forget who beat who when we were younger." I reminded, though judging by his frame, he might be too much for me to handle now. "I'd hate to have to punch you."

"I doubt I'd feel it at all." He mused, staring ahead at the screen. "Short and slow… and that girly strength is no match for me."

I put my crackers down and threw a right punch straight at his chest, feeling the muscle push back against my fist. It was a lot harder than I'd expected.

Boruto turned to me, cocking his left brow and appearing completely unphased. "What the… did you just…" His lips fell apart as he stared at me for a moment and the next thing I knew I was tackled onto my back with him hovering over me.

"Boruto!" I squealed, taken off guard.

He grinned broadly then. "Ooh. Say it again."

I blushed again and my whole body felt hot beneath him. Since when was his voice so deep? "N-no way."

"Why not?" He asked, voice too low. "It sounded so good."

I was confused. Boruto had never teased me like this before and I was starting to take it seriously. Was this really happening?

"Shut up." I huffed, turning my head away. I couldn't stand to look into his blue eyes any longer, they would swallow me whole. "I took it easy on you."

"I hope… that punch was weak as fuck. But that's not the point… you did punch me. So, you owe me."

"Owe you?" I squeaked. "N-no I don't!"

He moved a bit, more of his weight resting on me and my breath hitched. "Don't you though? I mean… I've never punched you."

"So what." I whispered, barely able to think straight with his body so close. Even my glasses were starting to fog up. "Doesn't mean anything."

"I'm wounded." He murmured, holding himself up with one arm as he moved his other hand down to them hem of his shirt and pulled it up, revealing his perfectly muscled torso. My eyes locked on his bare upper body and my blush spread all over me.

"Boruto!" I squeaked again. "Don't flash me!" I said despite not being able to look away.

"Flash you? I'm just showing you the wound you've inflicted on me." He smirked.

"What wound?" I asked, unconsciously scanning over his body. My eyes caught sight of black ink on the right side of his chest, going over his shoulder. "Is that a tattoo?"

He laughed then. "This old thing? Some best friend you are not even knowing I had it. It's been over a year now. Oh and yes, it is a tattoo."

I didn't hear a word he said, too focused on the way it curved on his skin. "That's sexy." I mumbled, not realizing I said it out loud.

The amusement in his eyes died out immediately and I felt him stiffen against me. "You didn't just say that."

"Say what?" I asked, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

His face fell and slowly, he got off of me, dropping his shirt and getting up off the couch altogether.

My ears burned and I looked after him in confusion. Had I done something wrong? I pushed up my glasses and took a deep breath. What in the world had just happened? My best friend was on top of me. . . . and I liked it.

"Let's get back to the movie." I suggested, clearing my throat. I would have to sort through my feelings later, when I was alone. I couldn't ignore what just went on between us.

Boruto hesitated and I could tell he was upset but after a moment, he sat down at the other end of the couch quietly, eyes looking straight ahead at the screen. It was awkward . . . it hadn't been awkward between us since . . . never. I hated it. I picked up the box of graham crackers, silently offering him one.

His eyes cut in my direction before his head cocked to the side and he reached for the cracker, taking it quickly without touching my hand. He turned back to the movie, taking a bite of the cracker and not saying a word. A small smile made its way to my lips, it was better than nothing. We watched the rest of the movie in silence, the box of crackers soon empty. I stood with the blanket around my shoulders, draping it like a cape before I spoke.

"Could I borrow a towel and some pajamas?" I asked meekly. "I'd rather take a shower before bed than wait until I get home tomorrow."

He stood slowly and stretched. "Follow me." He said, his voice as low as it had been earlier.

I followed him through his home, down a long hallway and into his room. He went to his dresser and quickly found a T-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms that he handed over to me. "My bathroom is through there," He told me, pointing to a closed door. "You can shower there. My other bathroom doesn't have any supplies."

"Thanks." I told him, offering a small grin but all I got in return was a slight nod before he turned and walked out of his room, closing the door behind himself.

I huffed in frustration, not knowing what had made him so upset. I went into the bathroom and started the shower, stripping down, setting my glasses on the sink. I honestly didn't understand what happened back there. He was . . . and I was . . . it was different. He wasn't just teasing. Or at least, I thought he wasn't. I got into the shower, letting the water wash my tension away. That feeling that I had when he was on top of me, it was unreal. My body was hot and I found him . . . attractive? Sure, I always knew he was a good looking guy, but that was attraction.

My body had been burning for him, because of him. This was uncharted territory. People don't feel that way about their best friends, right? We don't feel that way . . . right? I can't deny how my heart had raced, even if I didn't acknowledge it at the time. We've never been in a situation like that before. I thought back to how his chest felt against my fist, how his body had felt against mine, how he looked, discovering his tattoo. My face heated up. What was going on with me? My feelings for him weren't any different, surely. I still cared for him the same. He was my best friend and always would be.

So why did I feel like things wouldn't be the same? Was it possible my feelings were changing? I wasn't sure, my feelings were in knots that I didn't know where to begin to untangle. How was Boruto feeling? Did he feel any different? Was that why he was upset? I sighed and rested my head against the tiled wall. Was he only teasing he like usual? Did he get upset because I didn't react the way he thought I would? I wrapped my arms around myself and bit my bottom lip. Whatever was going on, I wasn't solving it tonight. Hopefully time would tell and I could straighten things out before something bad happened- before I lost my best friend.

A/N:

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Do I have to read A Walk in the Park before this one?

Kana: You can read this one without reading A Walk in the Park, but you won't understand certain references and things like that. It's nothing too big so you can just read this one if you'd rather not read the other.

Tyy: While it's not necessary, I suggest reading A Walk in the Park. It would make the read even better but no worries, if you don't want to read it right away you don't have to. This fic will be just as enjoyable.

How old are the characters? How many years have passed since A Walk in the Park?

Kana: They are in their twenties . . . so how many years is that Tyy?

Tyy: Boruto and Sarada are twenty-two, Junior is now seventeen. It has been thirteen years since the epilogue of AWITP, and twenty-three years since the last chapter before the epilogue.

That's all the questions so far, but feel free to ask away if anything has you curious! We hope you've enjoyed the update and we will be back with chapter three soon! We can't wait to see your thoughts so far! XD

Til next time...

-KanaTyy