A/N

I'M ALIVE. somewhat.

It's been like a year and a half since I updated this story, and I bet you don't even remember what it's about, people who are subscribed to this story and have gotten an email or whatever.

What am I? Like in high school now? Damn...

I wrote this when I was in like middle school/Grade 9 ish. And I was just reading this over and I thought, Damn I had an awesome sense of humour! Yeah I compliment myself. But that's because nobody ever does for me. T.T

But I felt really guilty for not finishing it xP So anyway, I suggest to EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU to reread the story from the beginning. :D

Thanks for sticking around, if you're still here. O.O


ILoveYou has 8 letters, but so does Bullshit

- Chapter 9 –

Who does he think he is? I mean, I sure as hell never would have done that.

I stared up at the sky. It was dark. Like the heart of the boy who just smothered me this evening.

Now that I think about that, it really bothers me.

Who does Sasuke think he is? He thinks he's so cool. I've been trying my very hardest to mentally destroy everything that he is at every second of the day.

And then he goes and makes me love him?? I'm sorry, I might be in denial and I might be completely cheesy about this whole thing and I might just want to love him… But that's just because he's made me in love with him! God I hate him so much.

I would never be that cruel to someone.

…Actually does any of that even make sense?

Hmm. Where was I? I don't know, in some park somewhere. I think. For all I know, I could be laying in a tree, having run away from Sasuke, after realizing the thing that just happened, and, too embarrassed to do or say anything, ended up half sprinting away, and leaving Sasuke to collapse onto the ground with a blush creeping onto his face.

…Psh. Yeah right. That last thing was pretty much what I just did. Except in a tree.

Fuck. I thought I was totally in a drama movie when all that stuff happened. Except if this was really a drama movie, I would have ran away crying, and Sasuke would have ran after me. He would grab onto my arm and say sexily,

Sakura,

And I would just look back at him tearfully. I couldn't say anything. It's him who has to say something.

So I wait, with Tear's of God splashing down my face. Because I'm such a wonderful person, God has given me his own tears to cry.

Sakura, I—

"—think you're really stupid, you know that?"

Now who the FUCK said that!?

I was having my own FUCKING fantasy.

And Uchiha Sasuke comes to rip it up and shred it into a million pieces, with his stupid little existence that isn't fantasy-like.

Yeah I knew it was Sasuke. This whole time. Why do I bother even asking "Who?" Because every single time, it's always Sasuke. Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke. His name is so fun to say now because I have to say it a million times in my life!

"Sasuke, what do you want?" I asked tiredly, mentally trying to get him to leave me to die alone. In this tree. "Have you come to tell me how much you've loved me this whole time? How the kiss back there wasn't a mistake? How Ami was a bitch, and you only used her to get to me? How…"

"No way in hell."

I looked at him from up in my tree. He was just standing down there. He looked really short from up here. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets, and his suit jacket hanging from his arm. Just like the first time we met.

Only this time he had a smug look on his face.

And I'm pretty sure it's not because he's drunk from alcohol this time.

"Look, Sasuke. I really don't have the time or energy to talk to you about this. Actually, I just don't really want to talk to you. So if you don't mind," I jumped down from the tree. "I'll be going. I'll see you tomorrow. Wait tomorrow's Sunday, isn't it? …I'll see you on Monday. When things start to matter to me again."

I turned around in the opposite direction from Sasuke. I honestly don't even know where I'm going though. It just seemed cool to go this way. He'll look at my retreating back and think about all the things he should have done in his life. Like confessing romantically to me.

"Wait." He grabbed my arm.

Holy shit. This is not happening.

"I'm not going to repeat myself, so just listen."

My heart suddenly started to beat faster than it's ever had in my entire life.

I turned around to face him. Slowly.

"…Y-You're not going to confess to me, are you?" I asked timidly.

And to my surprise, he flushed and shifted his gaze to the ground. Holy… this isn't happening. This isn't happening. Is this happening? Because I don't think I'm quite alive right now.

"What if I am?" His voice sounded like it came from everywhere. The trees, the sky, the ground. And it plunged into my ears like it was in stereo.

But right now, I was freaking out. This is a never-before-seen thing. A feature presentation. A backstage pass to the concert of UCHIHA SASUKE AND THE PROCLAMATION OF A FEELING I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE POSSESED.

Any normal girl would just sit quietly and hear what he had to say calmly, and smiley. And with a blank mind, ready to take in the amazingness of what she was about to hear. And she'd be giddy with happiness. Like saying "I do" at their wedding.

But then again, when in my life have I ever thought I was normal?

So instead, I decided to be the stupid, annoying, absent-minded child that I was born to be.

I broke the uncomfortable pause of silence. "Ahaha… well…"

Sasuke looked up at me. He's obviously aware of the load of crap that I'm about to spurt out now.

"Can't we do this somewhere else?" I said sheepishly, half-smiling. "I mean, doing this in the park while it's in 9 o'clock darkness… isn't very romantic, huh?"

He winced when I said romantic. This whole conversation is probably temporarily smashing his huge-ass ego into the ground or something.

So I guess I might as well continue.

"So how about we go back home, wait until brightness decides to show itself, and temporarily disregard this whole exchange?"

Damn I sound smart.

I tug slightly on the arm that was still held by Sasuke's hand to get away, but he tightened his grip when I did.

"Haruno." I cringed when I heard the seriousness in that word. "Do you even know what I'm about to say to you?"

I shut my eyes altogether.

I sure as flying hell know what you're gonna say to me. I know I'm just prolonging this. And I know I'm just being an annoying douche to you. But I'm fucking scared, okay? I'm sure watching a horror flick for three and a half hours is less scary than being in this five minute situation.

"Yes," I whispered, without looking at him directly. And there was a humongous pause, but I waited for him to get on with it.

"I-I…," he said brokenly. Who would have thought Sasuke could actually succumb to this level?

"…like–" I mean, this is the moment I've been waiting for. Then again, I haven't been waiting for very long.

"…you."

And then suddenly I was on him. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my face shoved deep into the shoulder of his white shirt. I'm not sure if I was crying, though I was breathing really fast and hard.

But I knew one thing.

I pretty much just melted on the spot.


Cute, ne?

Sorry it's somewhat short.

Stay tuned for the final chapter!

Which will definetely not come out a year and a half from now! :D