A/N: I finally got over my author's block. I was about to break down in hardcore tears.

Fershizzle.

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"Thuggin'?"

Sakura grinned widely at him. He was not amused.

"Look."

He pointed to a girl at the bar. Her shirt was pink, with several black lines stretching all across it.

"What about her?"

Sasuke stood up, and walked to the girl with the pink shirt. She turned to look at him.

Sakura couldn't tell what they were saying. She could see that Sasuke was scratching the back of his head and acting nervous – out of character – and the girl seemed to be blushing. Sakura looked back at her shirt, and sighed. Sasuke then returned.

"So it's already been done..."

She put her head in her hands.

"How was I supposed ot know? I don't have a computer to look this up on."

She was stressed. Sasuke watched her, then spoke up.

"Hey..."

She lifted her head.

"Do you ever go people-watching?"

"What?"

"You know. To see what people are into?"

She shook her head. Sasuke nodded in response.

"When's your next day off?"

"I don't get days off."

"Well, fake sick."

"Maybe tomorrow."

He mulled it over.

"Sakura, how many days do you have left?"

"Eight."

"Then you don't have enough time to put it off."

"You want me to leave now?"

"I'll be waiting outside."

He left.

"Grr..."

She walked out of the booth area and into plain view.

Here goes nothing, she thought. She clutched her ribs and fell to her knees in front of the bar. She then fell on her side, and accidentally hit her head on the ground. Now she was dizzy.

"Oh my gosh!"

Her boss approached.

"Sakura, are you okay?"

"Y-yes ma'am. I'm just a bit dizzy..."

The old woman shook her head.

"You've been working too hard. Take today off, and come back tomorrow."

"B-but Ms. Tsunade..."

"No 'buts'. Now, do you need a ride home?"

Sakura felt her heart warm up. Keep it together, Sakura. Don't smile.

"I...I'll call a friend to drive me."

She thanked her boss and left.

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.

"That was fast."

He sat in his car with the passenger's window open.

"Were you going to just sit here and wait?"

"Yeah. I thought it would take you longer, and that I should go to sleep in the car or something."

She rolled her eyes, and opened the door. His car was clean, although it did have a few to-go cups in the cupholder. They were empty. Other than that, there was no clutter in the rest of the car.

"So, where are we going?"

Sasuke looked forward and put his foot on the brake. He turned the keys so that the car started.

"The mall."

He drove on the speed limit, and was fairly quiet the rest of the ride. He did not have road rage, dispite the idiots driving outside. Every now and then, he'd let out a low, frustrated growl, and move around the bad drivers.

"It's like all of the crazy people are out today," Sakura noted.

"It's always been like this. You just don't remember because you haven't driven in a year."

She huffed, and looked out the window.

The grass flew by so that all it was, was a shade of greenish-yellow. Sakura watched him drive – both hands were on the wheel, and he didn't take his eyes off the road. It was a sharp contrast to her driving style. She usually only used one hand, and drove very relaxed. Then again, she did just get in a wreck a year ago.

"Your hair's up," he noticed, breaking the short silence.

It was up in a high ponytail, tied with a purple ribbon. Her bangs remained down.

"Y-yeah. I didn't have time to do anything with it this morning."

He didn't say anything else.

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Kiba walked his dog over to the dog park at this time. There, he happened to run into his old biology teacher, Kakashi Hatake. They didn't say anything to each other, so Kiba replaced the awkward silence with memories. He remembered many things from biology – mostly because he enjoyed comparing the human body to the bodies of canines – but one lesson really stuck out to him.

"Mr. Kakashi? If you're only thirty, then why is your hair gray?"

This question was asked by the class nuissance, Naruto.

"Well," he had responded, "I used to smoke. A lot."

"Well, so did Mr. Asuma! He still does!"

At this point, Sakura stood up.

"Yeah! How can his hair be so amazingly silky and dark, while yours is so course and fried?"

Kakashi groaned.

"Because his gray hair went straight to his pubes. Smoking is bad, class. Which brings me to the next lesson-"

Kiba looked back up, and smiled at the old teacher, who still managed to fail to notice him.

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"So. I've seen the "Thuggin'" shirt over ten times," sighed Sakura. Sasuke ate his checken – by the way, they're in the food court – and stayed silent.

People walked by in all sorts of clothes. Sakura felt underdressed, in her homemade graphic tee. She'd had her arms crossed over her chest since she'd gotten into Sasuke's expinsive looking car.

Sasuke was just now noticing that her arms were crossed.

"Hey. What does your shirt say?"

She blushed.

"Nothing?"

"Sakura, let me see it."

She slowly uncrossed her arms. Her shirt read 'Nothing'.

Because of the utter ridiculousness of this situation, he decided to change the subject. But, he couldn't think of one. He was in deep thought. Sakura misunderstood his puzzled and thoughtful look for a five-minute-long glare, and instantly felt alarmed and frightened. She hoped he wasn't angry with her. Was her shirt really that bad?

All in all, the next hour or so was filled with blank, silent stupidity.

"Hey," Sakura finally said.

"Yeah?"

"You acted weird yesterday."

Wow. That's a conversation starter.

"So? You act weird every day."

"But you smiled. You laughed. What was that about?"

"I'm not a completely emotionless person."

"Yes, you are."

He looked away, angrily.

"It's just...I guess, hearing about Naruto, and his thing with Hinata...it shocked me a little."

Sakura thought over this.

"You guys were rivals in school," she said. "I guess me saying what I said didn't help, either."

He nodded, then looked back at her, ready to end the topic.

"Have any shirt ideas yet?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Can I hear them, so you don't waste money on shirts?"

"Hm...no."

She winked at him. Her shirt ideas weren't absolutely amazing, but they were fun sounding. Even if they didn't make him laugh, they'd still be things she would wear.

He didn't seem to mind not knowing.

"I guess being surprised wouldn't hurt. It's nice, going a day without you presenting things to me."

"I presented the Thuggin' shirt. And the one I'm wearing now."

He sighed.

"Oh yeah. I forgot."

People that walked by, Sakura noticed, were starting at them. The stares going at Sasuke were mostly stares that, if eyes could talk, said "Hey there, babe. You look like fun."

The glares for her said, "Biznitch. What are you doing with that guy? He's way out of your league. And you have pink hair. Who dyes their hair pink besides deperate middle and high school tramps? Or are you a tramp? That would explain how you got a guy like him. And your hair is so ugly in that ponytail - it's too short to even be up. What are you, a softball player? I hope you die. Seriously. You're hideous. Get out of my face."

The glares at her were more thought up and aimed at sheer hatred.

Sasuke was completely oblivious to everyone else. The only things he seemed to notice were the free samples and sales.

They passed by a Hot Topic.

"H-hey, Sasuke. Do you want to go in there?"

Sasuke glared.

"Hot Topic? Sakura, I'm a hipster, in case you haven't noticed."

"What? But their clothes look similar to what you wear-"

"Please say that's a joke."

She blinked, and he ran into the store. She followed him, to see him angrily searching the clothes.

Some girls followed them into the store. They must have liked what they were seeing. And by that, I mean they must have liked Sasuke, the travelling eye-candy.

"Damnit," he growled. "Now it's cool to be a hipster? Looks like I need to start dressing differently."

"Well, you could always go mega-hipster and wear a suit and tie every day."

"Sakura, what kind of hipster does that?"

"Exactly."

He mulled this over, then jumped to realize that she had a point. What was more hipster than being completely different than other hipsters?

"Where can I get a tux around here..."

"Well, there's a Living Fancy around here somewhere."

"I have never heard of that store. Ever."

"It's pretty expensive. I like to window shop there sometimes, for when I'm going to be a fashion designer."

He followed her in. They were immediately greeted by two men - one middle aged, the other around their age. Their haircuts were the exact same. While we're at it, so were their eyebrows, suits, green ties, and skin tones. They must either be related or madly in love, thought Sakura.

"Hello there!" shouted the older one. "Welcome to Living FANCY!"

He put extra emphasis on the word "Fancy."

"I'm Might Guy!"

The younger one bowed.

"And I am Rock Lee!"

"Together we will help you find clothes that will suit your look like no other!"

They then bro-punched each other.

"May I be of service?" asked Rock Lee.

"Um," said a very, VERY startled Sakura. "N-no, that's fine. We'll search on our own."

Sakura looked around with Sasuke, and found a black suit with a blue tie.

"Want to try this one on?"

Sasuke shrugged.

"I've never really worn one of these - I'll try whatever you want, I guess."

She grabbed a few other suits, and sent him to the dressing room. While she waited on the couch outside, she felt a pair of eyes falling on her. It was uncomfortable, but she put up with it.

"Sakura? Are you out there?"

"Yeah?"

"I've tried them all on."

"What? But you didn't show any of them to me!"

He sighed, and put the last suit back on - this one was the one she had picked out first - and headed outside.

"Um..."

She looked at him. Then, she stared at him. It was different. Something she didn't ever expect to see. Sasuke looked like a true gentleman. The suit fit him perfectly, and made all of his good points look like great points. She heard crying from behind.

"Beautiful!" yelled Might Guy.

"Yes! It is quite splendid!" shouted Rock Lee.

She shook her head and looked back at him. Her face began to turn red.

"Sakura. You're doing that weird girl thing."

"What do you mean?"

He didn't answer. She must have looked pretty girly, the way she was gawking at him. This was the Sasuke she wished she would see every day.

"I'm going to take this off."

"Are you going to buy it?"

"No."

"But Sasuke - it looks amazing..."

"Do you honestly think I'm this type of guy?" he said, entering the dressing room again.

She sighed.

"Fine. Don't be sexy. See if I care."

Of course, the suit wasn't the only thing making him irresistable. She knew this, deep down.

But it was a nice suit.

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He dropped her off at her apartment.

"Bye!" she yelled, stepping out of the nice car. The people in the neighborhood watched them suspiciously. They were probably waiting to see where they parked so that they could steal their car.

"See you tomorrow. Bring the shirts."

She headed into her room and locked the door.

"These ideas are amazing. I hope he likes them."

She paused, and looked back out the window. His car had left.

"Sakura, pull yourself together. You've got a lot of work to do."

She got started on designing the shirts. She wrote down her jokes, her lines, things she had thought up during that horrible silence with Sasuke. Sasuke...

She started writing things without realizing them.

Stubborn.

Jerk.

Stop-Waving-Your-Money-Around-In-My-Face-It's-Really-Starting-To-Piss-Me-Off.

She liked that one.

Then, she looked down at the final one, and jumped.

"Wait!"

She looked around, as if she thought she wasn't alone in the room – though she knew she was – and sighed.

"I can't believe I wrote that," she whined, stuffing the shirt in a box and putting it by her bed.

She layed down and looked up at the ceiling.

"Sakura Haruno, you're an idiot."

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/end of chapter notes: I'm a cheap person, I really am. I'm saving money for my Hollywood trip coming up in April. And it REALLY annoys me, when people ask me to go spend money either on them or with them. "Hey, Amber, let's go to the convention this weekend! It's only twenty dollars entry!" Bitch. I ain't got a job. How old you think I am? I don't have money coming out of my ass like Sasuke, either. :I

That's my rant for the day. Toodles!

OH! And next time there will definately be more...what's it called...oh yeah! My T-Shirt ideas will actually be announced next!