"So, you sing?"
"Well, for my shower curtain, yeah."
"Yeah? We should plug in the mic later."
"Oh, uh..."
The first time he met her was at band practice. She was a short 15 year old girl with bubblegum pink hair, leaning back against a cold brick wall like a shy kitten ready to sprint away at a moments notice. She accompanied his lead guitarist to the art gallery, they had a gig to practice for.
"So, what's your name?"
The first time he spoke to her was when everyone sat outside. He was rolling a joint to pass around, they always seemed to focus better, get the inspiration flowing when high.
"It's, uh... It's Sakura."
"Hmm. Fitting."
He was only 19, but his eyes glinted like he was a weary old man. He would catch her looking at him with curiosity, but always quick to avert her gaze when he noticed. She blushed easily, and he found it extremely enduring.
"Yo, Kakashi! Done with that yet? I wanna blaze, dude!"
"Be patient, will you?"
Sitting across from him, he heard her giggle. It was a soft sound, and he had to wonder if she was a mouse in disguise. Smirking in her direction, Kakashi finished rolling the joint before bringing it to his lips to light it. He took a long drag before offering it to the pink haired girl.
"Blaze with me?"
She gave a nervous smile before shaking her head, "no, thank you. I'm good."
He shrugged before lifting himself off the ground to pass the joint on to one of his band mates.
The first time he felt regretful for not doing something was when she said her quiet goodbye later that evening. He had wanted to ask for her number so he could at least text her if he wouldn't see her again, but his mouth would not open to allow the words to escape. Her shy smile in his direction coaxed a small nod from his head to acknowledge her departure. But that was all he allowed himself.
The lead guitarist in his band scowled in Kakashi's direction, but he paid the 17 year old boy no mind. He never bothered to waste his time on girls, music was more than enough for him. So he was not about to let a quarrel over a girl split up his band when they were so close to making a name for themselves.
The first time he texted her was 6 in the morning. He had asked for her number from his band mate when he learned that the boy was never really that serious about her to begin with, and gave Kakashi her digits without a second thought.
She replied immediately to his text, claiming she had had an all nighter busy playing online on her console, and that she was pleasantly surprised to have her day start with a text from him.
He had quickly coughed into his elbow when he felt his mouth twitch into a smirk when his friends looked at him as if he grew a second head.
They would then continue to text for the rest of that day with him secretly smiling at his screen when he read something she texted that was particularly cute or amusing.
But when she playfully nicknamed him "sparklepants", saying it was only fitting because he was in a band, he couldn't help but give her a silly nickname himself.
Kakashi couldn't help but feel he might grow a very strong bond with this girl, but he feared she might shatter his heart if he gave her the chance to hold it in her hands. So old habits quickly set in after a week, and he started to keep her at a distance, rather build on a strong friendship instead.
The first time he started to ignore her texts was when he found out a few months later that she had met a guy that promised her the moon and stars. She communicated through her texts with Kakashi that she was completely smitten and that she decided to give it a try.
He was more than happy to support her choice since they were very good friends and he thought that was what friends were supposed to do.
He couldn't be happier though that he had kept her in the friend zone, for he was sure his heart cracked a bit.
He then proceeded to focus more fully on his band. Drowning himself in gig after gig, drink after drink, drug after drug. And he never felt more alive and empty at the same time.
The first time he sent her a text after a year since they last talked, she confided in him that she fell pregnant. He was 21 and she was 16.
He couldn't decide whether he felt sorry for her or hated her. He had wanted to meet up with her before she broke the news to him. He was sure that he could sway her mind into giving him a chance at a relationship with her. He was no longer in a band, and he had quit his drug habits.
That day was also the first time he decided to move to a different state because of a girl. He felt like kicking himself in the ass for get so hung up over a girl when he previously never bothered to give girls the time of his day.
A few days before he moved he received a text from her. She was hoping he would at least go and say goodbye in person, but he never replied to it.
The first time he was reminded of her after 6 months trying his best to move on and start anew, he was busy cleaning the counter top of the bar he managed. A song blared loudly through the speakers as patrons shouted and laughed drunkenly over the music.
He decided to ring himself a few shots on a particularly drunk man's tab, sure that the guy would never be any wiser. He then proceeded to drink himself to oblivion until his shift ended in an effort to get the color pink out of his mind. He'd sleep for 3 hours in his rented room at a scruffy complex before waking up and returning to work again to busy hinself enough not to think of her.
The first time he laid eyes on her again was when he moved back to his hometown. She gave birth to a boy and his first birthday was a month away.
When she heard of his return, she had texted him first. Asking if he would come say hello. He was 22 and she was 17. Her 18th birthday was in the same month as her son's birthday and she had asked him to at least celebrate it with her because she had no friends left after everyone learned of her pregnancy.
He wasn't sure whether he wanted to. She was a mother now and he never had any inclination of meddling in her life now. He didn't want any baggage that was not his own, and that's exactly what she had. She was a package deal.
He decided to go visit her anyway, not really giving a damn what it could lead to if he wasn't careful. But they had been good friends for 3 years now. He wanted to see her.
And she was just as beautiful as the first time he saw her at the art gallery. Her pink hair reached her waist. A waist that was still as small even after her pregnancy. Her breast were larger than he remembered, but other than that she still looked the same. The biggest change however, was the sleeping toddler cradled in her arms. She gave him one of her brightest smiles.
"Hey, Sak." He breathed out, his shoulders sagging slightly.
Sakura motioned for him to step inside her home before she told him she'd only be a moment to lay the baby down in his crib for his afternoon nap.
He took the time to settle himself on one of the couches is her living room, glancing about himself. She returned a few minutes later with a cup of coffee for each of them.
"So," he began, "you're a mom."
She gave him a small smile, averting her gaze to look at the cup cradled between her hands, "yeah, I guess so."
He fell silent then, nodding his head. She attempted to make small talk then, giving an awkward giggle between stories she told him from what had been going on in her life.
The tension started to die down after a while as they relaxed. Kakashi began telling her little stories about what had been going on with him in the last 2 years. His eyes would soften whenever she laughed at something he said that she found funny, making him chuckle along with her.
They sat there for a few hours, just talking, before the baby could be heard crying from his room. Sakura quickly excused herself with an apologetic smile.
The first time he decided that kids weren't so bad was when the 1 year old boy, Mamoru, crawled all over him using him as a human jungle gym.
They had packed a bag with a blanket and sandwiches to have a quick lunch next to the river, enjoying a day out in the sun. It was the perfect weather for a picnic.
Kakashi had brought his acoustic guitar with, planning to play a few peaceful tunes as they ate, but the little boy made it impossible for him to do so.
Sakura was quick to fuss over the both of them, picking the toddler up to sit in her lap, hoping to keep his curious mind busy with a rattle.
"I'm sorry, he's such a busy little boy. He won't sit still for a moment."
Kakashi gave her a sincere smile, telling her that there was no need to apologize, and that he would be worried if the kid wasn't as busy.
Mamora was quick to give his own opinion, babbling in a language only he could understand, giggling every now and then when he saw Kakashi pull a funny face at him.
He decided then, that maybe, life wouldn't be so bad, even if it came with a package deal. He found himself rather excited to discover what the future had in store for him. He only hoped that Sakura would give him a chance.
But most importantly, he prayed that he didn't screw this up.
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A/n: hey guys. So, I'm gonna try out this writing stuff. Lol. Lemme know how i did? Thank you for taking the time to read this, this will be a multi chapter story. Hope you guys enjoyed!