Buena sera everyone. How's life? Sorry I took so long to update. I've been preoccupied with other things. Anyways, here's chapter 10. Enjoy.
I don't own Naruto of course.
Sakura sat sulking and partially paranoid on the couch. She was sulking because Sasuke hadn't come and she was paranoid because she was pretty sure that some serial killer had followed her home.
"Come on Sakura! Come and play!" Naruto said to Sakura from the table cards in hand, as he patted her usual chair.
Sakura shook her head. "No thanks. I think I'm gonna hit the hay instead. I don't feel so good."
Her father looked confused. "You don't? You seemed fine before you left for 7-11. Are you sure you don't want to stick around for the game at least? It's Konoha VS Kirigakure."
"Nah, I'm good-well not good since I feel sickly but you get what I mean. I'll just go." Sakura said, getting up to leave. In actuality Sakura felt fine but she didn't want to linger around downstairs while someone was stalking her outside. Why she didn't just tell her dad she had no idea. He'll probably think that I'm just being overly paranoid –which I guess I kinda am, not that I'll let anyone know that, Sakura thought as she climbed up the stairs to her room and closed the door. She turned on the lights and got out a pair of her dad's old flannel light blue, pinstriped pj's, a burgundy robe, and black, fuzzy slippers. Then she took all her clothes and headed to the bathroom where she washed all the makeup off her face, stripped off her clothes and got in the shower….
When Sakura finished her shower, she dried off, put on her clothes and blow-dried her short pink hair dry. Then she went back into her room. With the door open she could hear the guys voices downstairs as they cheered, whooped, and booed. Sakura sighed, sad that she wasn't there having fun with the guys. But it was her own paranoia that kept her from poker and the football game. Sakura sighed as she shut the door, turned the lights off and crawled into bed……
Sasuke looked at his digital clock on his night stand. 9:13 it blared in bright green numbers. He sighed as he began to pace the hardwood floor of his room. He was all alone in the house-his dad at Sakura's house. Itachi away at college and his mother at one of her friends house. He had been feeling strangely anxious that night as soon as he had told his father that he wasn't going to go to their weekly Wednesday get together at the Haruno household. What is wrong with me? Sasuke thought as he ran his hand through his raven colored hair, making it look totally messy. Do I actually miss Sakura!?!? There's no way! I mean sure, she's fun to hang out with and all and she's pretty sarcastic in a funny way. And when she puts her hair up in her trademark messy bun she looks so pretty! And she gets so cute when Naruto- HOLY SHIT! What am I thinking!?!? Did I just call Sakura, - SAKURA! - pretty and cute!?!?! Oh good God!
Sasuke groaned and flopped down onto his four poster, king sized bed. "Is it possible that I maybe…like-like Sakura Haruno? Forehead girl? The biggest loser in our grade?...OH GOD!" Sasuke smacked his forehead. "I do like her! Holy fucking shit. There's no way that I can lose this bet to Naruto. I think I'll have to ask Ino out sooner than I thought…."
Ino snickered as she walked back to her house in the darkness. She had calculated her plan perfectly. Tomorrow at school she would execute her plan that was sure to destroy Sakura and Sasuke's new friendship. "I mean who in their right mind would reject me?" Ino said as she threw her head back and laughed maniacally….
And that's all I got. I'm sorry it's not longer but I actually started writing this on Friday and never finished until today so I forgot what else I was going to write. Forgive me-I have a horrible memory of things that happened like 5 minutes ago but if you asked me something that happened 5 years ago, I'll remember-it's really actually quite weird. Anyways guess what guys? My 1 year anniversary on FanFiction is in 2 daysMarch 12thWhoo! What incredible fun! Alright, I'll stop now-you guys could probably care less about my authors note. Au Revoir! Read and review- I can just hear that review button calling out your name, beckoning your mouse arrow closer and closer until you all of a sudden click it and a trance takes you over and you begin to type the best review you've ever written!... I'm a bit psycho- don't mind me….