Chapter Eight

Clueless-sasuke: hmm, awkward, Itachi's signed off, did you tell him anything?

duckbutt-head: uh, no, you told me not to...

Clueless-sasuke: -rolls eyes- i'm sure you would obey my orders

duckbutt-head: and if i do?

Clueless-sasuke: who are you and what have you done with Sasuke?

duckbutt-head: this is Sasuke, he just doesn't want to lose his connection with Itachi

Clueless-sasuke: oh...well, maybe Itachi's just tired

duckbutt-head: yeah...who knows? want me to check on him?

Clueless-sasuke: i'm not that stupid...

duckbutt-head: -shrugs- i tried

I heard Itachi's footsteps getting louder and louder.

This was it.

I started to feel myself sweat.

I heard his hand gently grasp the door knob.

I wiped my forehead with my arm. The suspense was literally killing me.

"I can come in, right?" He whispered.

"Yeah..." I responded, trying to sound casual. If I sounded too tense, it might worry Itachi, and I just couldn't have that.

He opened the door and silently stepped in.

"So...what do you want to know?" I asked.

"Well...just about whatever you have to tell me."

I smirked. "Be ready to listen for a while."

He sat down on my bed and I went to sit beside him, not too close, he doesn't even have a clue that I have feelings for him yet...but after tonight, who knows?

Where to start?

"I guess this all started at lunch on Friday," I started, "Sakura and I were just eating our lunch, minding our own business until your group came in."

"I'm guessing she was staring at me?" Itachi asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah...I didn't know at the time, though. So I kept trying to figure out who she was looking at, thinking it couldn't possibly be you...since, you know, you were my brother. So I kept asking her questions and kept trying to persuade her to tell me. She kept refusing nonetheless. So I finally decided to pinpoint a weakness of hers."

"Which was?"

"That she couldn't talk to guys without screwing it up."

Itachi's eyes widened. I think he got where this story was going, but I kept continuing to explain anyways.

"So, I asked if she needed help talking to whoever her crush was. She told me to let her think about it. At the end of the day she agreed, but didn't want me to tell you that I was going to Sakura's house."

"So, that's where going to Naruto's house came in," Itachi commented.

"Right...so anyways, I basically logged on as Sakura. I asked her which guy it was and it apparently was you..." I bit my lip.

This was the hard part.

"Itachi...you were falling in love with me, not Sakura."

I looked over at him. His head was resting in his hands, his black hair sprawled all around. I couldn't help it, he looked gorgeous.

It was silent for a while. I kept going through my regrets. Maybe I shouldn't have put it so bluntly, maybe I should have just never tried to figure out who Sakura likes...that is what started this all.

No...no, it was Sakura's fault that it ended this way, not mine. She should have never fallen in love with Itachi or me.

"Were you falling for me as well, Sasuke?" Itachi asked.

I stayed silent for a while.

Hell yeah! I wanted to respond, but decided it didn't fit the mood.

"If I say yes?"

Itachi also had to think for an answer. "I don't know...it's not like I'm gay Sasuke..."

"Well...if you admit you were falling for me then that basically clears it up."

He smirked at me. "You want me to say yes, don't you?"

"Well...it's your choice, I'm not gonna force you either way."

He sighed. "This is so awkward..."

"Tell me about it. I mean, I had to let Sakura go on a date with you."

He gave a low chuckle. "That would be awkward."

"Yeah, but it totally ended wrong."

"Don't worry, I forgive you."

My computer beeped.

Clueless-sasuke: u still there?

I rolled my eyes as Itachi smiled at me.

duckbutt-head: yeah, why do u care?

"Nice," Itachi commented.

I winked at him. "I try."

He only smirked. If that didn't prove that I was the one really talking to him on messenger, than I don't know what would.

Clueless-sasuke: just wondering

duckbutt-head: well...i g2g, i'm kinda tired...

"Is that okay?" I asked Itachi.

"Yeah, I don't think she even suspects we're talking to each other."

"Probably."

It was quiet once again after I logged off.

"So..." I said to break the silence. "Maybe you should go to bed and think over it, Itachi...I know it's a lot to take in."

"Right..." Itachi turned to look straight into my eyes. "Thank you Sasuke."

"For what?" I asked.

"For explaining, I know it wasn't easy for you."

I shrugged. "I couldn't leave you clueless...and plus, you would have kept thinking Sakura was your dream girl."

"No, Sasuke, you're my dream girl," Itachi said as he kissed my forehead.

Oh. My. God. Did I just hear that right?? Me, Itachi's dream girl?

"Good night," He said as he left my room.

"Good night," I croaked out, my voice sounding weak from the recent shock.

Me, Itachi's dream girl.

Now, please don't tell me this is a dream.

I pinched myself.

Nope, Sasuke, this was reality.