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"Sasuke-kun, Sasuke-kun look!" a seven year old Hinata exclaimed excitedly as she called over her best friend.

"What is it Hinata?" Sasuke answered with a bored expression.

"Look!" Hinata said as she pointed upwards.

Sasuke slowly tilted his head upwards until he spotted what Hinata was talking about, a shooting star.

"Isn't it so pretty?" Hinata asked as she studied Sasuke's face.

"Boys don't think stuff like that is pretty," Sasuke said gruffly.

"Well I think your eyes shine like those pretty stars," Hinata said brightly.

Sasuke was glad that it was dark outside to hide his blush, boys didn't blush.

From the porch Fugaku nudged Hiashi and both of them smirked.

"I'm so mad. I'm so mad I could hit you," Sasuke sputtered.

"Do it Sasuke. Beat me up."

"Whatever, Hinata." Sasuke said as he walked away and left Hinata standing in her backyard.

"I dare you," Hinata challenged Sasuke.

"You know I will, I will!" Sasuke sputtered. He wouldn't let a girl get the better of him. Sasuke Uchiha never backed down from a dare.

"Ewww," Hinata squeeled when she noticed that Sasuke's puckered lips were dangerously close to hers and took off running.

"Scaredy cat," Sasuke taunted.

"Back off," Sasuke growled.

"No, you back off," Hinata shouted at him.

Sasuke chose to ignore her and continued to eye the blonde boy dangerously.

"I go off to college for a semester and you're already going out with boys?" Sasuke asked her.

"I'm sixteen!" Hinata told him, "I deserve to live my life."

"Not with him," Sasuke said.

"Hey buddy, apparently Hinata isn't into you," the blonde boy interrupted.

"Shut up, Naruto." Hinata snapped.

"I still can't believe you thought you were going to go out with him," Sasuke told Hinata as he walked her home.

"He's a nice guy," she answered.

"Nice guy my ass," Sasuke muttered.

"Why do you care anyway?" Hinata asked suddenly looking up to search Sasuke's face, they had reached her house.

"I—I don't," Sasuke answered.

"You don't?" Hinata asked.

"Not really." Sasuke answered indifferently.

"So you wouldn't mind if I do decide to go out with him." She asked.

"You're not going to go out with Narutard." Sasuke growled as he closed in on Hinata.

"Says who?"

"Says me." He answered.

"It's not like you like me or something," Hinata told him.

Sasuke snapped and pulled Hinata into him.

"Actually, I do." He whispered before capturing her lips.

On the porch:

"Pay up Uchiha," Hiashi said as he held his hand palm up.

"Hn."

"Seriously, you men behave like children," Mikoto said, "and didn't the bet include that Sasuke would give Naruto a black eye?"

"Sasuke it's late."

"It's fine."

"Actually It's two and I should have been home a few hours ago."

"Really? It doesn't feel like we've been here for a long time."

"Well you've been sleeping."

"And you've been playing with my hair."

"Actually I was trying to fix it." Hinata told him primly.

"How do I put up with you?" Sasuke asked himself.

"You love me," she said.

"No that's not it."

"Hey where are you going?" Sasuke asked as Hinata climbed out of his truck.

"Home."

"Come back you know I was joking."

"No."

"Hina,"

Hinata kept walking towards the gravel road that would lead her back to the main road. Sasuke jogged after her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hinata, I was joking of course I love you with all my heart. All I need is you next to me and you know that." Sasuke whispered.

"Get the fuck away from me," Hinata hissed as she backed away from Sasuke.

"Hinata, I can explain," a devastated Sasuke practically begged as he tried to get Hinata to understand.

"Just leave or I'll call the police."

"Just hear me out,"

"I've heard enough," she yelled as she yanked her front door open and slammed it shut in Sasuke's face.

"I'm not leaving!" Sasuke yelled at the closed door, "I'll be here all night,"

The next morning Hinata's mom's eyes softened when she saw the young man asleep in an uncomfortable position on her front porch. That kid sure loves her.

"Hinata, honey can you please go get the paper?"

"Sure,"

"Sasuke?" Hinata asked quietly, she couldn't believe her eyes he had stayed. He stayed she wondered again.

"Sasuke?" she asked as her hand cupped his cheek.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"No, I'm sorry. I was being stupid and jumped to conclusions." Hinata said now feeling horrible.

"You know you're the only one for me," Sasuke told her seriously, "Sakura is just a friend and that's all she'll ever be."

"I'm sorry," Hinata reiterated.

Sasuke lifted his head to place a gentle kiss on Hinata's lips. "You know you didn't give me my goodnight kiss last night,"

"How will I ever make it up?" she asked.

And Sasuke kissed her again.

"I love this place," Hinata said softly, "It's our place."

"I love you," Sasuke said as he twirled a piece her hair around his finger.

'I love you too---what are you doing?" Hinata asked as Sasuke abruptly stood up.

"My shoe's untied,"

"No it's not," she said looking at Sasuke's perfectly tied tennis shoes.

"I believe it is and look," he said as he got down on one knee.

Hinata was in shock her mind could still not process that Sasuke was kneeling in front of her with the most beautiful diamond ring in his hand.

"Hinata, marry me?"

And Hinata threw Sasuke onto the ground.

"I can't do this," Hinata said nervously as she wrung her hand around her bouquet. Ten-ten luckily had another hidden in the closet if too much damage was done to the one in Hinata's hands.

"And why is that?"

"I'm not good enough for him," Hinata said sadly. "I'm not sure he even knows what he's getting himself into,"

"Yes he does and he loves you. You guys were meant for each other," Ten-ten told Hinata looking into the nervous girl's eyes.

"Show time," Ten-Ten as she ushered Hinata out into the packed church, apparently the whole town had been invited.

"I do,"

"I do,"

In the front benches both mothers cried and both fathers finally came to terms that their children did end up growing up and falling love.

Hinata continued to rock gently on the very porch where she had rocked her children and the memories continued to flood her.

Their first kiss,

Their first date,

Their first child,

Their honeymoon,

Their first anniversary.

Her small hand wrinkled with age reached out to her side and was met with an equally aged hand that fit hers like a puzzle piece.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

She was eight seven and he was eighty nine but his still shined like pretty light.