A/N: Hi again!

It wasn't Sasuke who called next. It was Naruto. As usual, they let the call go straight to voicemail.

"Hey guys! You haven't called us since…well…you know. Anyway, we miss you guys. I just wanted to call and say that. But Sakura, Sasuke really misses you. Karin came out of nowhere, he told me. I believe him."

"Of course you would!" snapped Ino at the phone.

"But he wants to see you and explain himself. We all have work until six or so, maybe you can see him then? Just get back to us soon. It's pretty lonely without you guys." Then he hung up. Sakura felt guilty for leaving the other guys like this, but her friends insisted on being by her side until she decided if she wanted to get back with Sasuke or not.

"That's it!" Ino jumped to her feet. "I'm going back to my parents' house and getting some pornos for the next call. Forehead girl, come with me!" Sakura stared at her friend quizzically.

"What for?" Ino smiled.

"I think you're sick of hearing Sasuke's name by now. You need the walk." Tenten popped open a bag of chips and munched away.

"You two go. Hinata and I will stay here and get any new calls. Besides, it wouldn't be good if Hinata was caught getting porn." She nudged the blushing girl with her elbow. Hinata smiled at them.

"I'll make dinner tonight. Please have a safe trip."

Sakura dressed in a simple white dress with matching heels as Ino strapped on a short skirt with a tank top. It was time for her to breathe a little. Ino was right, she needed the walk and not hear Sasuke's name. They walked over to Ino's parents' house, stopping at the front porch so Ino could get her key out.

"By the way, why would your parents have porn?" Ino shot her an evil grin, fishing the little gold key from her purse.

"My cousin Deidara hides them in the basement. I guess you can't have that kind of stuff in his art studio." Sakura smirked. She remembered Deidara, wondering what he would say.

"Hey, it's art too!" Ino let out an ear-blasting laugh.

"He tried saying that, but they threatened to fire him!" She quickly unlocked the door and swung it open. "My parents are out for the day. We can go through which ones we want."

Sakura blushed. Looks like it would be dinner and porn tonight before working in the morning. Ino led her to the basement and ran down the stairs. Her basement was cluttered with boxes and old crap Ino had as a kid. Sakura almost ran into a bicycle until Ino grabbed her by the arm and pulled her around. She dove for a box marked 'Deidara's shit' and nearly tore it open.

Sakura peered into the box and blushed brightly. Ino grabbed a large stack of DVDs and spread them across the floor. The covers were all sexy and slutty pictures of girls. Sakura's face heated when Ino handed her a DVD. When she read the director's name, she instantly realized who it was.

"'Directed by Jiraiya,'" she read out loud, Ino rolling her eyes. "Our perverted erotic author directed a porno. Why am I not surprised?" Ino shrugged, tucking the DVD and the stack into a large shopping bag.

Sakura looked around the room and her eyes fell onto a bright purple scrapbook decorated with glitter and fake jewels. The scrapbook lay innocently on a coffee table, looking a bit new as if someone had put it there only a few days ago. Nostalgia washed over her, remembering the times when they got together to make them.

"Ino-pig, is that your scrapbook?" Her blonde friend looked over.

"Oh." She sighed deeply, smiling as she went to pick it up. "Yeah. It's mostly pictures of us and some of Shikamaru. I think I left a whole section off for him."

She opened the scrapbook and sighed when she was greeted by the pictures of Shikamaru and her smiling together. "Remember when we all made our own in high school?" Sakura grinned.

Her scrapbook was pink. Yeah, not the best color, but hey, she was in high school when she made it! Her heart sank when she realized where she had left it.

~~Flashback to several weeks ago~~

Sasuke sighed when Sakura walked in with a box. It was filled with trivial things like picture frames and plushies.

"Sakura, you could've brought your things all at once instead of bringing them box by box once a week," he pointed out. She grinned and pushed the box into his closet.

"I know, but it's a slow transition!" He pulled the box back out, peering inside.

"What'd you bring?" She giggled and pulled out her stuffed dolls, then paused when she touched the pink scrapbook at the bottom of the box. She squealed and yanked it out, nearly taking Sasuke out with the spine.

"It's the scrapbook!" He rolled his eyes.

"And a diabolical weapon," he added spitefully. She playfully smacked him on the shoulder.

"There's even a section with just me and you," she sang. Sasuke looked intrigued.

"Oh?" he asked, giving her his infamous smirk. She opened the book, smiling warmly when his arm went around her waist. She shivered when his lips grazed her ear as they went through various pictures like their first date and hanging out with their friends. In every picture he wore a flirty smirk. She frowned when some of the pictures showed girls in the background staring at him like he was a delicious candy.

"Of course your fangirls are watching your every move," she said, sounding a little jealous. Sasuke kissed her temple.

"But they won't try anything. I won't either." He probably didn't have any problem with it as he enjoyed the attention. But she loved him and trusted him.

~~End Flashback~~

"Oh crap…" she breathed, closing her eyes as she felt her head throb. If Sasuke saw that scrapbook, what would he do with it? Would he throw it out to get back at her? A lot of pictures she loved were in that book.

"What?" asked Ino worriedly. Her hand flew to Sakura's shoulder. Sakura looked up at her like she was about to cry.

"Some of my stuff is at his house. I need them. Now." Ino's eyes widened in shock, then her lips curved into a frown.

"Goddammit Sakura!" Ino seized her by the shoulders and shook until Sakura's brain knocked into her skull. "Why must you complicate this?"

Sakura shook her head, able to get out of her grasp. "I'm sorry, Ino-pig! It was when I was about to move in with him!"

Ino screeched in anger, quickly taking deep breaths to calm down. Then smirked. "Okay fine. We'll just have to break in."

Sakura grinned, then grabbed her bag. Sasuke was right, she did have the spare key to his house, but what if he was still home? She didn't want to see him now, but she needed those pictures. Ino watched her face and gently shook her.

"Here, give me the key and I'll get your stuff." Sakura immediately shook her head. She didn't want her friends to hold her hand all the time. If Sasuke was there, fine. If he wasn't, even better.

Because he was from a wealthy family, Sasuke lived well. He lived alone and occasionally had his close friends spend the night there, Sakura spent several nights at his house before to the point where she knew all the rooms. In a way she saw it as a house she could go to whenever she felt unhappy and needed him. Looking at it now, it was just 'should've, could've, and would've been'.

Ino was faithfully at her side, holding her hand and the bag of pornos. In Sakura's hand was the smooth silver key to the house. They walked up to the house and Sakura paused when they reached the front door.

"Is he home?" Ino peered through the nearest window, frowning when there was no light.

"Nope." Sakura took her word and opened the door with the key. She was right, he wasn't home.

"Funny, it's like four. He's usually home at four." Ino flounced in, the shopping bag swinging like a chain.

"I have no fucks to give!" she sang. "Let's get your shit and go home! You think he has anything to drink?" Without waiting for Sakura to answer, she raced to his kitchen.

Sakura sighed, smiling a bit at Ino's childish behavior. But she needed to find her stuff before Sasuke would come home. She checked the closet where she first put her stuff, surprised to find that the box was untouched and in the exact same position she had left it. 'This is easy,' she thought joyfully, grabbing the box off the shelf.

She opened the box and her heart sank again. Her scrapbook was gone.

"Pig!" she screeched. Ino came running to the rescue with a water bottle in hand.

"What?" she panted. Sakura sadly looked up at her.

"My scrapbook is gone." Ino muttered a curse.

"Do you think he threw it away?" she whispered. Sakura shook her head no.

"I hope not. I had some important pictures in there." Ino took the box from her, jerking her shoulder to the stairs.

"Well go check upstairs, forehead. I'll keep watch down here." Sakura smiled.

"Thanks, pig." The phone next to them rang, making them scream in surprise. But the voicemail picked up.

It's Sasuke. Leave a message and I'll get back to you later.

Beeeeeep

"Sasuke, it's Itachi." Itachi was Sasuke's older brother and president of Uchiha Corps. Sakura liked him, he was way more nicer than Sasuke was at times. She could call him anytime she needed if she had any problems. Ino hummed.

"Oo, the hot older brother…" Sakura nudged her sharply with her elbow and listened to the rest of the message.

"Since you'll be home at seven, I'm leaving this message early so you'll catch it by the time you get home as another reminder. The meeting is at eight in the morning. Don't be late. Ah, and one more thing. I heard about what happened between you and Sakura." She froze when she heard her name, ignoring the look Ino was giving her.

"Don't take things for granted. Either fix it or lose it. Goodbye." Itachi hung up, leaving them feeling awkward for listening in. Ino tried a weak laugh.

"What the hell was that about?" she asked nervously. Sakura's shoulders shook as she tried to shrug it off.

"Who knows? Let's just get my scrapbook and get out." She raced up the stairs, leaving Ino behind to make sure no one would come.

Sakura made her way down the hall, searching the guest rooms for her scrapbook. Some of the pictures consisted of her and her grandparents before they died, the only things she had left of them. If Sasuke did throw it out, she was going to kick his ass and dump him at the same time.

She stopped to check his room which was decorated with a dark blue and onyx theme. The bed they shared was made perfectly, though she remembered whenever she was around that the covers were usually tossed aside because of her rolling around while she slept. This was also the same room she caught him in as he made out with his ex. She pushed down the lump in her throat to focus on what was more important.

'Get the book, get your ass out and watch some porn while eating dinner,' she reminded herself. To her relief, the scrapbook was on his desk where his laptop was. It was open, she noticed, to the section where she had carefully placed pictures of her and Sasuke together. Why was it open here? She left it in the box when she brought it over. Unless Sasuke was going through it.

She quickly ran to the book, skipping the pages and sighing when she reached the pictures of her and her grandparents smiling as if they won the lottery. Her grandpa and grandma were the happiest old couple before they died. They threw secret looks at each other, always holding hands and loved talking about the days where Grandpa courted Grandma. When they died they left letters for each other saying how much they loved one another and that they lived a good life raising their children with the other by their side. She always wished that she and Sasuke would be like that once they married and settled down together. But they probably wouldn't now.

She firmly shook the thoughts out of her mind. Who was she kidding? Sasuke would always be a playboy. So what if he made her feel happy and loved her like no one else did? So what if he took the time to go see her even though he was always busy?

...She wasn't taking this as well as she thought she was.

She touched the photo of her grandparents, taking the time to read what her grandmother had written before she died.

'You've got a fine boy who changed a great deal for you, just like your grandma! He'll make you so happy and loved. I approve, honey!' She gulped down her tears. 'Grandma, I really wished you were right…' She closed the book and held it close to her chest, hoping that maybe she was hugging her grandmother through the pictures.

"Sakura!" Ino called out. "Did you find it? If he threw it out I think I can make his oven explode!"

Sakura giggled. Ino was an awesome friend to have. "I got it, pig! I'll be down!"

Her grandmother would be sadly disappointed if she saw what happened now. But every cloud has a silver lining, she just had to find it.

She left the house with Ino and her stuff, looking back at the house she really loved. But she didn't love the recent memories in it. She didn't know if she loved the owner anymore.

Second one done! It's a tiny bit slow getting to the action, but I'll provide plenty for chapter three! Please review!

Next chapter preview:

"Hey guys! I think he's calling again!"

"Pick it up! I've got Big Booty Bitches on!" Sakura sprang to her feet. Tenten didn't bother to check the caller ID.

"Wait, who is it? Check-" But she already answered.