disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: mommy. les&rainbows&glitter.
notes: strawberries&cream and ibuprofen = life
title: murder 8
summary: AU drabble!series. Ohio in the summer—drugs and dancing, drinking and dying and driving off into the sunrise. Sasuke and Sakura explore it all.
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"Sakura, you coming?" someone called. People were crowding at the front door, flip flops and denim cutoffs and oversize tanks and hats and ew, hipsters.
The pool hall was emptying out. Only the very regulars would be staying—Sakura could see Sasuke out of the corner of her eye. He was leaning against a pool cue and smirking, and something about it—something about him—made Sakura want to… to stay.
Sasuke looked at Sakura.
He just stood there, and looked at her. There was so much in that look—and Sasuke was her Sasuke. Dark eyes accused, and the smirk on his lips—
(and oh dear god, she prayed, please make him stop being so fucking beautiful, because I can't take this anymore)
—god, he knew how to hurt her.
She looked over to the front door. "Yeah!" she called to whoever it was. "Be there in a sec!"
She stopped, looked up at him and smiled, almost sad. "Bye, Sasuke."
Sasuke just shook his head. "Bye."
He looked away from her, and Sakura raised a hand to his arm, biting her lip. She didn't want this to happen—not right now, not ever, because he was Sasuke and she was Sakura and this was not right.
He jerked back sharply before she could touch him. "Don't."
Sakura shrunk back. "Oh. Um. Okay. Bye."
She turned and walked towards the hazy crowd of beautiful people.
When they were gone, Sasuke blew all the breath in his lungs out.
"You are such a fuckup," he told himself.