Hey peoples! Sorry that I was a little late. But, I'm making up for it with another chapter right after this, VERY VERY soon. Hopefully, it will come out during the week. If not, sorry. I'm really trying.
Rating: PG-13 (cussing, and some yuri action)
Pairings: Ino/Saku, hints of Sasu/Naru
ENJOY!
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Chapter 3: Sleepover
I awoke with a start. My dreams were getting weirder.
Well, I have been going to Hatake-san for some time now. It's been... what? Eight.... nine weeks?
Whatever.
I got ready for school.
Wait a sec!
Checking out the clock, I notice that the time is 7:00. Not AM, but PM. I must've fallen asleep when I got home. Weird.
I laid back on my bed to go back to sleep.
Hold on. Aren't I forgetting something?
Oh yeaaaahhhh! Duh! Today was the last day of school. And today's is the school dance. And.... I think.... I get to sleepover at Sakura's house.
Gotta call her!
RIIIIINNNNNNG! RIIINNNNNNG!
"Hello?" Her father answered the phone. He hates me.
"Um... hi. This is Ino, may I speak to Sakura?" (He always forces me to act proper!)
"Oh, hello Ino," You could almost hear his hatred though the phone, "I'll get her."
I waited. In the background I could hear, "Sakura! It's Ino!"
Then I heard a gasp, "Ino!"
Within seconds, she was on the phone, "Hey Ino!" I could tell she was very hyper from the sound of her voice.
"Hey Sakura, I...." She cut me off.
"Don't forgot, Ino. Tonight you're sleeping over the whole weekend! Ohhhhhhhh," She squealed, "I cannot WAIT!"
"Suffer."
"You bitch! Oh well, see you at the dance. It's starts in an hour. Bring your stuff. Bye."
"Bye." I sighed.
When am I gonna tell her what's really in my heart? When am I gonna say what I really wanna say? I never was emotional, now everything is getting to me. This sucks.
Sigh.
Gotta dress.
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My parents dropped me off in front of the school. I had my bag of clothes with me for the sleepover.
I didn't really care for what I was wearing but, hey, who cares?
I wore am oversized black T-shirt with white writing that said, 'My imaginary friend says I'm crazy. Should I believe him?' And with it I wore faded black pants. My legs looked endless with my lovely knee-high, high-heel boots. The sweater around my waist was a snowy, light, velvet blue. My favorite. I had my hair up in the normal ponytail, except messier with lots of hair coming loose for style.
Sakura waved to me from the front door. The line was pretty short. She had her entrance ticket in her hand. I shower her mine and she cheered.
"Keep it down while ya? The dance hasn't begun yet." I yelped.
She laughed, "I can't help it. Ohhhhh! I so cannot wait! You get to sleepover at my house for two whole fuckin' days!"
"Yeah, yeah," I smiled.
I analyzed her outfit.
Sakura was wearing sandals and a coat. The coat was open, revealing the most (what would the word be?) sexual article of clothing that I have ever seen on her! (I guess that was the right word.) Hee, I'm so stupid.
Her dress appeared to have a long tie and zipper going from top to bottom. It had no shoulders, just the collar on the neck. The dress revealed her ENTIRE back. She showed me. She had to wear the coat over it or she would get in BIG trouble. The skirt part of it was cut unevenly, but it looked so AWEOME! Some of the skirt reached her mid-lower-leg, some only went down to the upper-thigh. I had to remind myself NOT to stare.
"Wow, Sakura! You look amazing."
"Thanks, my mom actually let me buy it. She can be pretty nice." Sakura said blankly.
Not noticing that we had made it to the ticket-taker-lady-person, I jumped when she cleared her throat at me and Sakura.
"Um... sorry. Here you go."
"Thank you. And you?" She looked at Sakura.
"Here. Let's go, Ino" She paused, "Hey, I rhymed."
I bonked her on the head, "Come on, you dolt."
She laughed. We walked down the main hall, side by side, to go to the gym where the dance was held.
The music was loud. The teens were dancing. I saw many were dirty dancing with their boyfriends/girlfriends.
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"Y'know, the dance was pretty boring. It was nice and loud, but none, really, of my fave. songs." Sakura sighed while we were in her moms' car heading to her house.
"Yeah, but what're ya gonna do about it?"
"Dunno."
Sigh.
Sigh.
We began sighing over and over, knowing it would annoy her mom like crazy. It did. She ignored us, though, and turned the sound up. Ironically, it was one of our fave. songs! It was "Numb" by Linkin Park. We both sung to it, enjoying ourselves. But, my mind went elsewhere.
I thought mostly about my relationship with Sakura. Not much, really, than a close friendship. I truly wish it were more. I really love her.
I began to admit to my feelings of love not long after the crying-on-the-bus incident. The thing that kills me is that I know she will never return the love. She's straight all the way. I guess I'm bi, because I still get those feelings for some guys now and then.
Man! I'm getting so sappy! Godammit! What a love story!
I look over at Sakura, who was still enjoying the song like a drunken idiot. Typical.
Sigh.
I keep singing. A smile on my face. A mask. Inside.... I haven't the strength to explain fully.
LIFE SUCKS. GET OVER IT.
My new motto.
"Yo! Ino! Wake up!" She flicked my nose, "Were home! Let's go!"
I didn't notice we were already at her house. We were in her garage. I looked around to see her mom already getting out of the car.
I grabbed my bag. We ran out of the garage and up the stairs leading to her laundry room (the entrance room in most houses from the garage). We zoomed upstairs without even saying 'hi' to her jerk father.
I threw my bag down on the floor. I didn't need to change or anything. My outfit was perfectly fine. But, Sakura....
Closing her bedroom door, she spoke softly, "You don't mind if I change here, do you?"
"Not really. Why?"
"Well, my little pain-in-the-ass sister did something to my bathroom and it smells endlessly and horribly bad. Sometimes I fear going in there. But, what can I do?" She explained.
"Yeah," I sighed, "Go ahead. I won't watch." I laid back on her bed. I was exhausted from the dance.
"Ummm..... Ino?"
"Huh?" I sat up, "What?"
She blushed, "Could you help me with this?" She pointed to the back of her dress. I saw that the tie wasn't within her reach. "My mom helped me get the dress on, but I can't get it off. Can you help?"
"How do you get it of, exactly?" I asked, fearing were it was leading.
"Well..... You untie the collar.... and it just slips on off. The whole dress and everything."
I almost blushed.
Evil, pervy thoughts out!
I blushed, and helped her. Untying the knot in the back of the dress, I looked away as it slid of her thin, beautiful body.
Sakura, still blushing, said, "Thanks. Now, no looky."
I laid back on the bed.
A few minutes later, Sakura had fully dressed in normal black jeans and a plain, dark green shirt. It really matched her hair.
"Hey, tomorrow, let's go to the mall." Sakura suggested when she sat down next to me.
I shrugged, "Sure. I don't see why not. We can go check and see if there's some new manga or something."
"Yeah." Her eyes blazed. I laughed.
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We didn't do much that night. Just played around and had fun like normal teenage girls. I hid my emotions well. We eventually fell asleep at three in the morning. Side by side on one of those couch beds.
I woke up at about five, because Sakura had thrown her leg over my waist and one of her hands were on my neck. She mumbled random crap. I sighed and turned to face her.
I bonked her on the head. Hard. She awoke. I faked being asleep.
Listening to her growls of frustration, I resisted laughter.
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"GET UP! GET UP!" Her little sister screamed in my ear. Sakura was already up and fixing her hair.
"It's about 1 PM," Sakura spoke to me after chasing her sister out of the room.
"Oh. Ok. Are we going to the mall?" I asked.
Much to my surprise, and right on time, her mother walked in and announced, "Ok, girls! We'll be heading to the mall in 15 minutes. Be ready downstairs or you won't go." She left on her tiptoes in a ballerina like style.
Sakura smiled, "I asked her when I woke up. Sorry I didn't tell you."
"S'ok."
I rushed getting dressed and ready to leave. I didn't look bad, but I didn't look as good as I normally do.
We rushed downstairs, sounding like a herd of elephants. I made it first. Sakura is just too slow when it comes to stairs.
Following her mom, and just her mom, we left through the laundry room and hopped in the car.
Talking about the events of night while heading to the mall seemed to last forever. In a good way. I laughed when necessary. Sakura laughed all the time. We joked a lot. Her mom was very nice.
Finding a parking spot was very hard. I just talked to Sakura. Her mom found a spot. Sadly, it was VERY far away from the entrance to the mall.
"Man! Why'd you have to park so far away?" Sakura asked her mom. She just shrugged. I watched. They were like sisters.
It took three minutes to walk to the entrance of the mall! Ok, so not really. But, it felt like it.
The very first store me and Sakura saw was the bookstore. Usually, we don't go for that stuff. But, when we looked hard enough, we saw that there was a gigantic manga section in the back of the store.
Note: We both are totally obsessed with manga and anime.
With Sakura inches behind me, we raced into the store. Dodging bookshelves, we made it to the manga section in no time flat.
I eyed all the manga they had. Lots of shonen-ai, in which I really loved for some reason, and loads of stuff Sakura liked. Fan-service. Bishonen.
See? I told you she was straight? Or did I? Oh well. She's straight and would never love me. I would give anything for Sakura to love me. I know she does, but that's just as a friend.
Sigh.
But! Doesn't it go, 'Love is love. No matter what gender.'?
Together we sat, back to back, reading and chatting about the manga we had in our hands. We had managed to lose her mom at the Food Court. We didn't have the money to buy, but were permitted to read all we wanted, enjoying each black and white page of manga.
Earlier, while escaping Sakuras' mom, we ran into Sasuke and Naruto. They were making out (Again! Do they ever stop?), but stopped to talk to us. It was an interesting talk. Sakura kept quiet mostly. But Sasuke was nice and gave her a hug. Naruto tried to hug her too, but she got away. I talked to Sasuke and told him my little secret, without worries of Sakura or Naruto hearing.
He told me, "Just find the right time, and tell her. Hey. That's how I came out with Naruto. I told him."
"You told him?" I was surprised.
"Yeah," He laughed, "It lead to some almost R rated stuff."
I put my hands up, "Eee! No more. I get it. I'll tell her when I find the right time."
"Good luck," He said as I left to get Naruto away from Sakura.
I paused my reading.
"Hey, on a random note, you said you like's to go to KFC a lot. Right?"
"Yeah," She turned and looked me in the eye, "Where are you going with this?"
I grinned, "I came with a new nickname for you."
"Oh gods, no!" She glared at me.
Whew! If looks could kill......
"Kosher Fish Cake." I laughed at my words. (A/N: Sorry, I don't think I mentioned before. In this story Sakura is Jewish. Ok? ^_^)
Sakura glared, "Not funny."
"Oh, but it is!" I faked tears in my eyes, while rolling on the floor in laughter.
She slapped my leg. I laughed harder.
Sakura went quiet. I stopped laughing, thinking she was crying.
"Sakura. What's wrong?" I asked.
She looked up. Staring me in the eye, "Are you inquiring that I'm TASTY?"
Oh god! I never blushed harder in my life! Damn you, Sakura!
"No! No way!" I almost yelled, "I would never think that! You're sick!"
At just that moment, her mom had found us.
"There you are! I've been looking all over for you two girls." I could tell she wasn't mad. She pulled us each in a big hug. I rested my head on her shoulder.
When she let us go, I said to her in my most angelic voice, "Hey, I'm sorry. We thought you had left us actually, so we came here thinking you would be here. We're so sorry. It's my fault anyway." Sakura tried to butt in, not making it though. I kept talking, "I hope we didn't cause you too much distress."
"Oh! It's alright! But we have to go now. It's almost time for Tenten to come and visit." She smiled.
Speaking in unison, Sakura and I squeaked, "You invited Tenten to come over and hang with us? You're so nice!"
Then back into a big hug.
So far this day has been weird.
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"Tenten! I haven't seen you in ages!" Sakura cheered when Tenten came into Sakuras' bedroom. We had gotten home just before she got there.
"Hey guys!" She yelled, pinning me to the ground in a big hug. "Ohhhh! I haven't seen you in even more time than I haven't seen Sakura. Um..... Did that make sense?"
I laughed, "Ok, ok. Get off me." She did. Then pinned Sakura.
"Enough! Help me Ino!" I ignored Sakuras' hilarious cries for help. I knew Tenten was just playing around.
"So, what are we going to do?" Tenten said after she finally got off of poor Sakura.
"Ummmm......" I picked up a stuffed dolphin, "ATTACK!" I threw it at her.
She squeaked. Sakura laughed and joined in. She threw a giant bear at me. I dodged it.
Before I could speak, Tenten bombed me with at least eight different stuffed cats.
"Why you....!" I began throwing the stuffed cats at Tenten and Sakura at random. I had accidentally picked up Sakuras' cat, instead of a stuffed one.
"MMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The cat screeched as it flew at Sakura. She screamed, too, and held up a pillow to protect herself from the flying feline.
The poor cat rammed into the pillow, and dug its claw in. It hung there for a few seconds.
"Meow! Meeooow! Mew! Meeeoooow!" It called in distress. We all laughed.
After safely getting the cat unattached to the pillow, I threw what I had meant to throw at Sakura. Another stuffed cat. I hit her square on the nose.
Sakura fought back. With feather pillows.
It turned into a pillow fight. Feathers flew everywhere. In our hair. On our clothes. Down our shirts.
We all, eventually, ended up on the floor, knowing we couldn't move without being tickled senseless by a million feathers. I turned my head to the side, only to find a digital camera.
"Ohh~~! Sakura, have you used this?" I held up the camera.
"Not really."
"Well, then, let's." Tenten exclaimed, laughing as she stood and walked in my direction. She picked the camera out of my reach and began clicking away at me, Sakura, and the (now) disturbed cat.
"No! Pictures! Ahh!" Sakura yelled. Same with me. We looked pretty funny lying on the floor, feathers all over, our hair undone and let loose all around.
"If you two had wings you'd look like angels." Tenten laughed.
"Oh, shut up," I tried not to laugh.
She insisted, "Really!"
"Nope, I don't think so," Sakura sat up, giggling a little when the feathers brushed her.
I still hadn't moved. I was tired.
They took more pictures of the cat while I lay on my back in a feathery heaven.
The world looked so pretty. I felt as though I really was in a heaven like place. So beautiful.
"Hey!" Tenten exclaimed, "Let's listen my new CD. I brought it because it has something very funny in it.
Sakura showed her where the CD player was.
She popped it in. "Number 42, I think. It's an interview. It's in Japanese, but, trust me, you'll understand," She grinned.
The interview began. We could tell that the ones being interviewed were extremely drunk. Lots of 'ta ta ta ta ta" and 'da da da da da da' could be heard at random times.
Then they started singing.
"One!.... Two!.... One! Two!... A-one, two, three, four!" The song ended. They all laughed. We did too.
They had accents so think with alcohol. And their pronunciations where way off. I couldn't help but laugh.
"That's what I wanted to show." Tenten said through laughter.
"Yeah, that was funny. But, I've heard funnier at—" I was cut off when Sakura's mother yelled.
"Tenten! Your mother's here. Time to go! Say goodbye!"
"Oh, mannnnnnnn!" Tenten groaned, "And I was having so much fun, too. Oh, well. See ya." She left the bedroom. We waved good-bye.
Watching her car leave, we sat with nothing to do. It's was sundown. We had already had an early dinner at the mall.
//That's it! No more! Now's the time! If she doesn't wanna be your friend anymore, than she wasn't that great a friend anyway. You have to tell her now. No one else is here.// My conscience screamed at me.
Yes. I will tell her. I really love her. She must know. It's been too long.
"Sakura?" I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I have something important to tell you."
"Really? What?" She looked me in the eyes. I turned away.
"I really hope you'll still be my friend. I've always been afraid to tell you, thinking you'd not like me anymore."
"What is it? Is it bad? Did you do something wrong?"
"No, but my heart did. Please don't hate me." I pulled her in close and leaned closer. I brought my lips upon hers. It lasted a second, then I let go.
She stared blankly. Stuttering, "Y-y-you l-l—"
"Yes," Tears fell down my cheeks. This confession is hard to make. I looked into her deep green eyes and whispered:
"Sakura, I love you."
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TBC.........
Ohhh! I'm so mean! I left it on a horrible cliffhanger. Sorry, I'm a little hyper today. And, slightly depressed within it.
I have my own confession.
This story (only the first two chapters) is based upon me and my friend. I won't name. But, I love her so much and I wish I could tell her. I think some of you would know the feeling of being in love with someone that you know would never love you in return.
So, my whole point here is:
Kosher Fish Cake, I love you. P.F. 3
R&R
Rating: PG-13 (cussing, and some yuri action)
Pairings: Ino/Saku, hints of Sasu/Naru
ENJOY!
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Chapter 3: Sleepover
I awoke with a start. My dreams were getting weirder.
Well, I have been going to Hatake-san for some time now. It's been... what? Eight.... nine weeks?
Whatever.
I got ready for school.
Wait a sec!
Checking out the clock, I notice that the time is 7:00. Not AM, but PM. I must've fallen asleep when I got home. Weird.
I laid back on my bed to go back to sleep.
Hold on. Aren't I forgetting something?
Oh yeaaaahhhh! Duh! Today was the last day of school. And today's is the school dance. And.... I think.... I get to sleepover at Sakura's house.
Gotta call her!
RIIIIINNNNNNG! RIIINNNNNNG!
"Hello?" Her father answered the phone. He hates me.
"Um... hi. This is Ino, may I speak to Sakura?" (He always forces me to act proper!)
"Oh, hello Ino," You could almost hear his hatred though the phone, "I'll get her."
I waited. In the background I could hear, "Sakura! It's Ino!"
Then I heard a gasp, "Ino!"
Within seconds, she was on the phone, "Hey Ino!" I could tell she was very hyper from the sound of her voice.
"Hey Sakura, I...." She cut me off.
"Don't forgot, Ino. Tonight you're sleeping over the whole weekend! Ohhhhhhhh," She squealed, "I cannot WAIT!"
"Suffer."
"You bitch! Oh well, see you at the dance. It's starts in an hour. Bring your stuff. Bye."
"Bye." I sighed.
When am I gonna tell her what's really in my heart? When am I gonna say what I really wanna say? I never was emotional, now everything is getting to me. This sucks.
Sigh.
Gotta dress.
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My parents dropped me off in front of the school. I had my bag of clothes with me for the sleepover.
I didn't really care for what I was wearing but, hey, who cares?
I wore am oversized black T-shirt with white writing that said, 'My imaginary friend says I'm crazy. Should I believe him?' And with it I wore faded black pants. My legs looked endless with my lovely knee-high, high-heel boots. The sweater around my waist was a snowy, light, velvet blue. My favorite. I had my hair up in the normal ponytail, except messier with lots of hair coming loose for style.
Sakura waved to me from the front door. The line was pretty short. She had her entrance ticket in her hand. I shower her mine and she cheered.
"Keep it down while ya? The dance hasn't begun yet." I yelped.
She laughed, "I can't help it. Ohhhhh! I so cannot wait! You get to sleepover at my house for two whole fuckin' days!"
"Yeah, yeah," I smiled.
I analyzed her outfit.
Sakura was wearing sandals and a coat. The coat was open, revealing the most (what would the word be?) sexual article of clothing that I have ever seen on her! (I guess that was the right word.) Hee, I'm so stupid.
Her dress appeared to have a long tie and zipper going from top to bottom. It had no shoulders, just the collar on the neck. The dress revealed her ENTIRE back. She showed me. She had to wear the coat over it or she would get in BIG trouble. The skirt part of it was cut unevenly, but it looked so AWEOME! Some of the skirt reached her mid-lower-leg, some only went down to the upper-thigh. I had to remind myself NOT to stare.
"Wow, Sakura! You look amazing."
"Thanks, my mom actually let me buy it. She can be pretty nice." Sakura said blankly.
Not noticing that we had made it to the ticket-taker-lady-person, I jumped when she cleared her throat at me and Sakura.
"Um... sorry. Here you go."
"Thank you. And you?" She looked at Sakura.
"Here. Let's go, Ino" She paused, "Hey, I rhymed."
I bonked her on the head, "Come on, you dolt."
She laughed. We walked down the main hall, side by side, to go to the gym where the dance was held.
The music was loud. The teens were dancing. I saw many were dirty dancing with their boyfriends/girlfriends.
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"Y'know, the dance was pretty boring. It was nice and loud, but none, really, of my fave. songs." Sakura sighed while we were in her moms' car heading to her house.
"Yeah, but what're ya gonna do about it?"
"Dunno."
Sigh.
Sigh.
We began sighing over and over, knowing it would annoy her mom like crazy. It did. She ignored us, though, and turned the sound up. Ironically, it was one of our fave. songs! It was "Numb" by Linkin Park. We both sung to it, enjoying ourselves. But, my mind went elsewhere.
I thought mostly about my relationship with Sakura. Not much, really, than a close friendship. I truly wish it were more. I really love her.
I began to admit to my feelings of love not long after the crying-on-the-bus incident. The thing that kills me is that I know she will never return the love. She's straight all the way. I guess I'm bi, because I still get those feelings for some guys now and then.
Man! I'm getting so sappy! Godammit! What a love story!
I look over at Sakura, who was still enjoying the song like a drunken idiot. Typical.
Sigh.
I keep singing. A smile on my face. A mask. Inside.... I haven't the strength to explain fully.
LIFE SUCKS. GET OVER IT.
My new motto.
"Yo! Ino! Wake up!" She flicked my nose, "Were home! Let's go!"
I didn't notice we were already at her house. We were in her garage. I looked around to see her mom already getting out of the car.
I grabbed my bag. We ran out of the garage and up the stairs leading to her laundry room (the entrance room in most houses from the garage). We zoomed upstairs without even saying 'hi' to her jerk father.
I threw my bag down on the floor. I didn't need to change or anything. My outfit was perfectly fine. But, Sakura....
Closing her bedroom door, she spoke softly, "You don't mind if I change here, do you?"
"Not really. Why?"
"Well, my little pain-in-the-ass sister did something to my bathroom and it smells endlessly and horribly bad. Sometimes I fear going in there. But, what can I do?" She explained.
"Yeah," I sighed, "Go ahead. I won't watch." I laid back on her bed. I was exhausted from the dance.
"Ummm..... Ino?"
"Huh?" I sat up, "What?"
She blushed, "Could you help me with this?" She pointed to the back of her dress. I saw that the tie wasn't within her reach. "My mom helped me get the dress on, but I can't get it off. Can you help?"
"How do you get it of, exactly?" I asked, fearing were it was leading.
"Well..... You untie the collar.... and it just slips on off. The whole dress and everything."
I almost blushed.
Evil, pervy thoughts out!
I blushed, and helped her. Untying the knot in the back of the dress, I looked away as it slid of her thin, beautiful body.
Sakura, still blushing, said, "Thanks. Now, no looky."
I laid back on the bed.
A few minutes later, Sakura had fully dressed in normal black jeans and a plain, dark green shirt. It really matched her hair.
"Hey, tomorrow, let's go to the mall." Sakura suggested when she sat down next to me.
I shrugged, "Sure. I don't see why not. We can go check and see if there's some new manga or something."
"Yeah." Her eyes blazed. I laughed.
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We didn't do much that night. Just played around and had fun like normal teenage girls. I hid my emotions well. We eventually fell asleep at three in the morning. Side by side on one of those couch beds.
I woke up at about five, because Sakura had thrown her leg over my waist and one of her hands were on my neck. She mumbled random crap. I sighed and turned to face her.
I bonked her on the head. Hard. She awoke. I faked being asleep.
Listening to her growls of frustration, I resisted laughter.
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"GET UP! GET UP!" Her little sister screamed in my ear. Sakura was already up and fixing her hair.
"It's about 1 PM," Sakura spoke to me after chasing her sister out of the room.
"Oh. Ok. Are we going to the mall?" I asked.
Much to my surprise, and right on time, her mother walked in and announced, "Ok, girls! We'll be heading to the mall in 15 minutes. Be ready downstairs or you won't go." She left on her tiptoes in a ballerina like style.
Sakura smiled, "I asked her when I woke up. Sorry I didn't tell you."
"S'ok."
I rushed getting dressed and ready to leave. I didn't look bad, but I didn't look as good as I normally do.
We rushed downstairs, sounding like a herd of elephants. I made it first. Sakura is just too slow when it comes to stairs.
Following her mom, and just her mom, we left through the laundry room and hopped in the car.
Talking about the events of night while heading to the mall seemed to last forever. In a good way. I laughed when necessary. Sakura laughed all the time. We joked a lot. Her mom was very nice.
Finding a parking spot was very hard. I just talked to Sakura. Her mom found a spot. Sadly, it was VERY far away from the entrance to the mall.
"Man! Why'd you have to park so far away?" Sakura asked her mom. She just shrugged. I watched. They were like sisters.
It took three minutes to walk to the entrance of the mall! Ok, so not really. But, it felt like it.
The very first store me and Sakura saw was the bookstore. Usually, we don't go for that stuff. But, when we looked hard enough, we saw that there was a gigantic manga section in the back of the store.
Note: We both are totally obsessed with manga and anime.
With Sakura inches behind me, we raced into the store. Dodging bookshelves, we made it to the manga section in no time flat.
I eyed all the manga they had. Lots of shonen-ai, in which I really loved for some reason, and loads of stuff Sakura liked. Fan-service. Bishonen.
See? I told you she was straight? Or did I? Oh well. She's straight and would never love me. I would give anything for Sakura to love me. I know she does, but that's just as a friend.
Sigh.
But! Doesn't it go, 'Love is love. No matter what gender.'?
Together we sat, back to back, reading and chatting about the manga we had in our hands. We had managed to lose her mom at the Food Court. We didn't have the money to buy, but were permitted to read all we wanted, enjoying each black and white page of manga.
Earlier, while escaping Sakuras' mom, we ran into Sasuke and Naruto. They were making out (Again! Do they ever stop?), but stopped to talk to us. It was an interesting talk. Sakura kept quiet mostly. But Sasuke was nice and gave her a hug. Naruto tried to hug her too, but she got away. I talked to Sasuke and told him my little secret, without worries of Sakura or Naruto hearing.
He told me, "Just find the right time, and tell her. Hey. That's how I came out with Naruto. I told him."
"You told him?" I was surprised.
"Yeah," He laughed, "It lead to some almost R rated stuff."
I put my hands up, "Eee! No more. I get it. I'll tell her when I find the right time."
"Good luck," He said as I left to get Naruto away from Sakura.
I paused my reading.
"Hey, on a random note, you said you like's to go to KFC a lot. Right?"
"Yeah," She turned and looked me in the eye, "Where are you going with this?"
I grinned, "I came with a new nickname for you."
"Oh gods, no!" She glared at me.
Whew! If looks could kill......
"Kosher Fish Cake." I laughed at my words. (A/N: Sorry, I don't think I mentioned before. In this story Sakura is Jewish. Ok? ^_^)
Sakura glared, "Not funny."
"Oh, but it is!" I faked tears in my eyes, while rolling on the floor in laughter.
She slapped my leg. I laughed harder.
Sakura went quiet. I stopped laughing, thinking she was crying.
"Sakura. What's wrong?" I asked.
She looked up. Staring me in the eye, "Are you inquiring that I'm TASTY?"
Oh god! I never blushed harder in my life! Damn you, Sakura!
"No! No way!" I almost yelled, "I would never think that! You're sick!"
At just that moment, her mom had found us.
"There you are! I've been looking all over for you two girls." I could tell she wasn't mad. She pulled us each in a big hug. I rested my head on her shoulder.
When she let us go, I said to her in my most angelic voice, "Hey, I'm sorry. We thought you had left us actually, so we came here thinking you would be here. We're so sorry. It's my fault anyway." Sakura tried to butt in, not making it though. I kept talking, "I hope we didn't cause you too much distress."
"Oh! It's alright! But we have to go now. It's almost time for Tenten to come and visit." She smiled.
Speaking in unison, Sakura and I squeaked, "You invited Tenten to come over and hang with us? You're so nice!"
Then back into a big hug.
So far this day has been weird.
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"Tenten! I haven't seen you in ages!" Sakura cheered when Tenten came into Sakuras' bedroom. We had gotten home just before she got there.
"Hey guys!" She yelled, pinning me to the ground in a big hug. "Ohhhh! I haven't seen you in even more time than I haven't seen Sakura. Um..... Did that make sense?"
I laughed, "Ok, ok. Get off me." She did. Then pinned Sakura.
"Enough! Help me Ino!" I ignored Sakuras' hilarious cries for help. I knew Tenten was just playing around.
"So, what are we going to do?" Tenten said after she finally got off of poor Sakura.
"Ummmm......" I picked up a stuffed dolphin, "ATTACK!" I threw it at her.
She squeaked. Sakura laughed and joined in. She threw a giant bear at me. I dodged it.
Before I could speak, Tenten bombed me with at least eight different stuffed cats.
"Why you....!" I began throwing the stuffed cats at Tenten and Sakura at random. I had accidentally picked up Sakuras' cat, instead of a stuffed one.
"MMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The cat screeched as it flew at Sakura. She screamed, too, and held up a pillow to protect herself from the flying feline.
The poor cat rammed into the pillow, and dug its claw in. It hung there for a few seconds.
"Meow! Meeooow! Mew! Meeeoooow!" It called in distress. We all laughed.
After safely getting the cat unattached to the pillow, I threw what I had meant to throw at Sakura. Another stuffed cat. I hit her square on the nose.
Sakura fought back. With feather pillows.
It turned into a pillow fight. Feathers flew everywhere. In our hair. On our clothes. Down our shirts.
We all, eventually, ended up on the floor, knowing we couldn't move without being tickled senseless by a million feathers. I turned my head to the side, only to find a digital camera.
"Ohh~~! Sakura, have you used this?" I held up the camera.
"Not really."
"Well, then, let's." Tenten exclaimed, laughing as she stood and walked in my direction. She picked the camera out of my reach and began clicking away at me, Sakura, and the (now) disturbed cat.
"No! Pictures! Ahh!" Sakura yelled. Same with me. We looked pretty funny lying on the floor, feathers all over, our hair undone and let loose all around.
"If you two had wings you'd look like angels." Tenten laughed.
"Oh, shut up," I tried not to laugh.
She insisted, "Really!"
"Nope, I don't think so," Sakura sat up, giggling a little when the feathers brushed her.
I still hadn't moved. I was tired.
They took more pictures of the cat while I lay on my back in a feathery heaven.
The world looked so pretty. I felt as though I really was in a heaven like place. So beautiful.
"Hey!" Tenten exclaimed, "Let's listen my new CD. I brought it because it has something very funny in it.
Sakura showed her where the CD player was.
She popped it in. "Number 42, I think. It's an interview. It's in Japanese, but, trust me, you'll understand," She grinned.
The interview began. We could tell that the ones being interviewed were extremely drunk. Lots of 'ta ta ta ta ta" and 'da da da da da da' could be heard at random times.
Then they started singing.
"One!.... Two!.... One! Two!... A-one, two, three, four!" The song ended. They all laughed. We did too.
They had accents so think with alcohol. And their pronunciations where way off. I couldn't help but laugh.
"That's what I wanted to show." Tenten said through laughter.
"Yeah, that was funny. But, I've heard funnier at—" I was cut off when Sakura's mother yelled.
"Tenten! Your mother's here. Time to go! Say goodbye!"
"Oh, mannnnnnnn!" Tenten groaned, "And I was having so much fun, too. Oh, well. See ya." She left the bedroom. We waved good-bye.
Watching her car leave, we sat with nothing to do. It's was sundown. We had already had an early dinner at the mall.
//That's it! No more! Now's the time! If she doesn't wanna be your friend anymore, than she wasn't that great a friend anyway. You have to tell her now. No one else is here.// My conscience screamed at me.
Yes. I will tell her. I really love her. She must know. It's been too long.
"Sakura?" I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I have something important to tell you."
"Really? What?" She looked me in the eyes. I turned away.
"I really hope you'll still be my friend. I've always been afraid to tell you, thinking you'd not like me anymore."
"What is it? Is it bad? Did you do something wrong?"
"No, but my heart did. Please don't hate me." I pulled her in close and leaned closer. I brought my lips upon hers. It lasted a second, then I let go.
She stared blankly. Stuttering, "Y-y-you l-l—"
"Yes," Tears fell down my cheeks. This confession is hard to make. I looked into her deep green eyes and whispered:
"Sakura, I love you."
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TBC.........
Ohhh! I'm so mean! I left it on a horrible cliffhanger. Sorry, I'm a little hyper today. And, slightly depressed within it.
I have my own confession.
This story (only the first two chapters) is based upon me and my friend. I won't name. But, I love her so much and I wish I could tell her. I think some of you would know the feeling of being in love with someone that you know would never love you in return.
So, my whole point here is:
Kosher Fish Cake, I love you. P.F. 3
R&R