Sasuke picked her up at seven on Friday. Sakura was so excited she could hardly contain herself. She had gotten ready an hour ago, and she had to will her feet to stop pacing frantically, so she resorted to sitting by the door, clutching the folds of her dress nervously. A couple of times, she had grabbed Omoni roughly by the neck and started petting him strangely, as if she were trying to flatten him out. This drew out a hiss from the offended, but Sakura made no move to stop herself.
The doorbell rang, and Sakura snatched Omoni up from her lap, the cat meowing angrily. She opened the door excitedly. Sasuke smiled down at her, then his smile became frozen when he saw the fat thing squirming in her arms.
"Hey!" Sakura said breathlessly. She noticed his stare. "Oh, do you not like cats?"
"No, I like them," Sasuke choked out, his smile becoming...peculiar.
Sakura simply shrugged it off. "Let's go!" she exclaimed, linking her arm with his.
She nearly gagged.
Had he seriously brought her to Ichiraku? Seriously? He thought this was a suitable place for a romantic date?
Naruto was there.
Sakura groaned. He had probably invited himself, just to make sure that Sasuke didn't pull anything. Why couldn't he spend some time with his own girlfriend? God knew that he didn't spend enough time with her. Sakura wondered how Hinata could handle it.
All right, she thought. Let's get this over with.
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Next Update: Monday
I need to work on my other stories, sorry!
Anyway, question of the day. I've noticed depression rates pretty much skyrocketing. So on a scale of 1(best) to 10 (worst), how depressed are you?