I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

Sorry for the late update, everyone. Been busy and shit has been happening. I broke up with Bradley. No biggie. He was just the guy I made out with, a mouth with a guy attached to it. I'm sorry if that sounds mean but if he wasn't hot and athletic he would have nothing going for him. I mean number one he's a retard, number two he's constantly telling me 'Christian is sooooo ugly' which is not true. Christian is shmexy. And three he's like gay or something. He's more interested in my SHOES than making out with me. His friend once told me:; Brad must be gay if he's not trying to get in your pants I laughed off then but now I'm full on believing it. So I had to break up with him:

Me:Um it's not me it's you. Oh fuck, wait, um can I start over? Brad: what?

Me: Dammit, Bradley , you dumbass I'm breaking up with you.

Then he shrugged, tripped over a tree root, fell on his butt and left me standing there, while I tried not to laugh. So now he shaved his head became fugly and is going out with some poser emo chick that hisses and brags about how she cuts her thumb. She's like Gollum with large amounts of nose hair. Yeah, Brad, thank you for proving my theory on you being gay. So now I'm living the single life, denying that I had anything to do with anyone named Brad. I'm not really sad we broke up. He was just a nice piece of ass to look at and mack but all my friends (except Christian) made a big ass deal about it. We're 12, my god, it's not like we were going to get married or like I'm carrying his child, jeez. Anyway, that's my excuse for not updating sooner. Oh and, in this fic there will be a LEMON! Well, in the near future. But seriously, how awesome is that! And it's guaranteed to kick ass because I'm not writing it. Bluedragon212's boyfriend, Josh is writing it. He's really good at those. He already e-mailed the first part and it's starting out really good. Thanks, Josh, you're awesomely awesome, if you're reading this, but I'm still not giving you a blowjob. Seriously. Anyway, as I promised, a long chapter with SasuSaku fluff.

I slowly walked back to my apartment only to find, right outside the complex, Shikamaru lazily lying on a small patch of grass, staring at the sky.

"Hey" Shikamaru lazily greeted me.

"Hi," I said, flopping down next to him, "Watcha doing?"

"Looking at the clouds..." he eyed the sky dreamily.

I sighed and stared up at the sky also.

"Shikamaru I need some advice" I finally said.

Asking for help is the first step in Shikamaru's eight step program to help you get over a certain dark haired hottie Inner Sakura said, disgusted at me If you really need advice, dumbass, you ask Dear Abby, not the stoner who lives a couple apartments down.

I felt it necessary to remind Inner Sakura that Dear Abby not only cramped my style but half the shit she says never works. Inner Sakura rolled her eyes and pouted. Whatever she huffed.

"Choose love."he immediately said.

"Um...I haven't told you my problem yet."

"Look within..." He said gravely.

"What the hell? How can you say these things when I haven't told you my problem?"

"Know yourself." was his answer.

I thought for a moment.

"The answer, my friend is blowing in the wind" he closed his eyes and nodded thoughtfully.

"Fuck you" I said, walking away, to the park, frustrated.

"Yes...Go follow your soul..."I heard his dead pan voice float off in the wind.

I've always loved the park. Ever since I was little; I would bask in the pleasures of pushing all the other sissy kids off the swing sets, stealing the fat kid's ice cream cones and cheating at hide-and-go-seek. But as I grew older I loved the park for different reasons. It was so calm. So relaxing. So anti-Sasuke. I sat down on a wooden graffiti covered, admiring how barren the park was today.

"Hey."

I turned around. Neji. Of course.

"Hi Neji, give me some advice before I throw up on you." I said.

Neji rolled his eyes, "How can I help you?" He huffed.

"It's Sasuke and Naruto..."I trailed off.

"They're gay together?"

"No, which do I chose?"

"Um, Sakura you can't chose either if they're in love. I won't let you!"

"No, you fucktard they are not in love. I'm in love with both of them."

"You mean, Sasuke" he corrected.

"What?"

"You're in love with Sasuke." he snorted in obvious disapproval.

"No I'm not! I love Naruto!"

"Okay, then chose Naruto." he said blankly.

"But what about Sasuke? Hello? I love Sasuke. Anyone who's a notch over brain-dead can see that, dumbass."

"But you said-" he started, "Nevermind choose Sasuke," he paused and rubbed his temples, "You're probably not going to want Naruto after what that gay biker did to him."

I cringed, "I don't even want to know"

His left eye twitched and he began to shiver and scream "NOT IN THE BUTT". Now where have I heard that before? I fled, my eyes widened as I climbed in to the jeep, away from the man-woman that we all like to call Neji.

I've decided. I choose Sasuke. Yes, Regis, that is my final answer. Deal with it.

'How? How would I tell him?' I thought, walking in to their apartment, 'I can't just say, Oh hi Sasuke, remember the last time we made out? Well, I've been thinking about the two of us and now that Naruto is in jail and is probably getting ass raped by a gay biker again do you want to go out sometime? Breakfast, maybe lunch, maybe dinner, maybe anytime of any fucking day. '

I shook my head and sighed. How homosexual is this? I couldn't get him back. He's Sasuke. Sasuke. Need more advice, and I'm getting desperate because now I'm going to ask Kiba.

"Laxative, Laxative, why you gotta be so flaxative? Ya make me wanna take a poop in my brand new cadalaxative, Motherfucka!" Kiba "rapped" to Gaylord, their pet fish. He looked down at the goldfish lovingly.

"Do you like it, babe? I wrote it just for you?" he smiled tenderly, at him.

Gaylord looked at him funny, like a what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you look.

"I'm glad you like it, honey. You see, it's a symbolic rap about life on the street. It was so painful to rap about reality, sweetie. It really is."

Gaylord swam to the other corner of the fish bowl, away from Kiba.

Just don't make eye contact and you'll be fine! Inner Sakura screamed to Gaylord.

"Aww, honey, why you gotta do me like that?"

I cleared my throat.

Kiba gasped.

"AHHH! IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!"

I shook my head. Dear Abby here I come. I'm back to square one.

"Shit, baby I said I'm sorry what else do you want me to do?"

A long pause.

"WHAT! BITCH, I SUPPORT THIS FAMILY! I IS LEAVING YOU, MASTA FELIX WAS RIGHT; I SHOULD HAVE KEPT MY HO ON A LEASH!" Kiba screamed, as he stomped out in to the living room, plopping down next to me.

"Gaylord is a boy fish" I said quietly.

His eyes narrow.

"BITCH! YOU DUN BEEN LYING TO ME FOR TEN YEARS! TEN YEARS! AND YOU NEVA EVEN TOLD ME YOU IS A GUY! THAT IS JUST FUCKED UP! YOU SAID 'GAYLORD' WAS YOUR COVER NAME!"

Gaylord then committed suicide and Kiba had to clean his bowl. I shook my head in dismay, Kiba is such an idiot. I slowly walked toward my own apartment. The door was open. Naruto must have gotten home somehow. Weird. I hope he didn't bring home the biker. Ugh. That'd be just nasty.

"Naruto I'm home."

He grunted, lying on my bed, body encased in sheets, the upper half of his head underneath a pillow. I jumped on top of him. Another grunt.

"Wake up, sleepy head. This is my bed and since you just slept with a gay biker you're not allowed in it."

His upper lip twitched. I frowned. Since when did Naruto's lips look so delicious? I leaned foreword and gave him a kiss, soft and innocent at first, lips on lips, moving here and there, gently forceful. Then it became frantic and needy as his tongue probed my mouth, while I nibbled at it, sometimes my own tongue danced with his. I shoved the pillow out of his face and entangled my fingers in his hair, both of his hands on my cheeks, my eyes closed as I kissed him back, with all the passion I could muster. Finally, we broke off for air.

"Wow Naru-" I stopped myself when I realized it wasn't him. It was Sasuke.

"This is really awkward."

He just stared at me his hands still on either side of my head, looking like the god he is. His pale skin, dark eyes, jet black hair, were highlighted as the rays of the sun illuminated his strong features to their best advantage. There were a million things I wanted to say but none of them could escape my lips. Even if they did it would just be a jumble of meaningless words that neither of us could even begin to comprehend. That'd make me look stupid. Stupider than how I look now. Something, I could do without.

So we just stared at each other like the first time I saw him. He finally opened his mouth to speak, his eyes never leaving mine.

"That's why I stick around. Doesn't matter how much shit you throw at me, you kiss me like that, Sakura, it tells me all I need to know."

The fucker stole my line.

Was it fluffy enough! Well, sorry if it wasn't. This chapter is dedicated to everyone who reviews, Johnny Depp, and to the memory of my goldfish, who recently committed suicide, Gaylord (that's how I got the idea). Anyway, I've been busy so really sorry to keep you all waiting. I've also been distracted with my other stories; I've been writing chapters for those too. Yeah, so always check my profile for updates, on what is up with the stories, if it's on hold or what not. Well, yeah if you have any questions send me a message or add me on MSN.