Sorry again about the lateness. A stupid person hacked into my computer and I've been trying to fix it ever since! Therefore, I'm going to try and make the story more detailed and the chapters longer so you won't kill me.

At the Uchiha Mansion

Sasuke stared up at the high, arched ceiling of his room. After he dropped Sakura off, he had come home and, without speaking to anyone, shut himself in there. It was his place to go when he didn't want to be disturbed, because he specifically told the entire household to never venture in there.

Sasuke sighed and sat up. He glanced around his large room, conscious of it's dark colors and gloomy feel. When he was younger, he had wanted black walls, but his parent had flatly refused. Instead, they settled on a navy blue. At first, Sasuke had been furious. But it turned out to be a good decision: if he came home late, he could actually make out the colors of the walls and avoid bumping in to them.

There weren't many items in the room that would openly showcase his personality. To find those would require close observation, and nobody ever spent that much time in his room. Ever.

There was his bed, of course. It had been moved from the center of the wall to the side corner and was covered in plain, black sheets. This took the focus off of it, and Sasuke preferred it that way. He always though 50 steps ahead of everyone else, and he reckoned that, if an unwanted intruder (say, a mass murderer) paid a visit to his room, at least he would have to looks around a few seconds before finding his next victim.

There was a desk, with a lap top currently plugged in and charging. He did whatever homework he had at that desk, and had a soft office chair to ensure he was comfortable while doing it.

One of his walls was really the entrance to a walk in closet, where Sasuke's clothes (for vacations and weekends) were hanging limply on hangers, and his shoes (formal and casual) were placed neatly beside one another. He had a separate drawer—in the main part of his room—for his school clothes.

There was a small nightstand by Sasuke's bed. On top of it were a lamp and a white intercom which his parents, the maids, the butlers, and his brother used when they wanted him for something (usually dinner). There was a drawer which held his iPOD, watch, and other miscellaneous items (i.e. shouelaces). His cell phone was charging on top of the stand and Sasuke flipped it open to see if he had any new messages.

You have five (5) new text messages. It read.

1. FROM: Naruto

TO: Sasuke

MESSAGE: Do u hav the English hmwrk?

2. FROM: Naruto

TO: Sasuke

MESSAGE: Nvr mind: I got it.

3. FROM: Naruto

TO: Sasuke

MESSAGE: Wait, can u tell me so im sure?

4. FROM: Naruto

TO: Sasuke

MESSAGE: Actually, ill just call hinata

5. FROM: Sakura

TO: Sasuke

MESSAGE: Hope you're not worrying! See you tomorrow! Love, Sakura

Sasuke's heart gave a lurch. How did she know him so well? How did she know that at that exact moment he had been doubting himself for the second time that day? That he had been wondering if Sakura deserved a person who let the lies of another person determine the outcome of his relationship?

But were they lies?

It was true, Sasuke had never kept a girlfriend for more than a week—but they were all creepy fangirls who followed him EVERYWHERE until he gave in to their pleads for a date. He always dumped them in public, just to show that he didn't ever care about any of them. Was Sakura doomed to meet that fate as well?

Sasuke shook his head furiously. "I would never do that to her. Even if we did split up, I would never be that cruel as to do it in that way." He tapped "Respond" on his phone and tapped out a quick message to Sakura.

I'm fine. Walk to school tomorrow? It's gonna be nice out. Sasuke

He closed his phone and put it back on the nightstand. At that moment, Itachi's voice sounded through the intercom.

"Sasuke."

Sasuke pressed the button to respond to Itachi.

"What?"

"Sasuke." The voice sounded again.

"What?" repeated Sasuke.

"Sasuke!"

"What?!"

"SASUKE!"

"WHAT?!"

There was a pause, in which Sasuke fumed. Then his door banged open and Itach strode in, smirking.

"What the hell are you doing in here?!" shouted Sasuke. "Out! GET OUT!"

"Nah." responded Itachi coolly. He pulled up the office chair and sat down. "It's not too bad in here."

This was too much for Sasuke. "Get. The. Hell. Out. Now." he said slowly and menacingly.

"Nope. Don't feel like it." said Itachi. "Besides, I need to talk to you. Didn't you hear me on the intercom?"

Sasuke had to resist the urge to smash the lamp over his brother's head. "About what?"

"Your girlfriend." Itachi said simply. Sasuke froze.

"How do you know about that?" he asked. Itacho ignored him. He grabbed Sasuke's cell phone off the stand and flipped it open.

"Hey!" cried Sasuke, but it was too late.

"Hope you're not worrying! See you tomorrow! Love Sakura." recited Itachi. "You shouldn't leave your phone out in the open Sasuke. I've been reading your text messages."

Sasuke's jaw dropped. "Since when?"

"Few weeks ago." Itachi shrugged. "I was bored and there it was. But enough about that. This Sakura, is she hot?"

Sasuke couldn't help blushing madly. "What the hell is your problem?!!?!?!?!" he screamed.

"So she isn't?" asked Itachi.

"I never said that!" replied Sasuke.

"So she is." stated Itachi.

"What—I—you—Is that all?" Sasuke finally managed.

"No, actually." said Itachi, standing up and walking to the door. "Mom and Dad want to see you." he called over his shoulder as he walked away.

Sasuke groaned. This would be painful. He heaved himself off of his bed and trudged down the long hallways leading to the sitting room. Whenever his parents wanted to talk to him, they would do it in that room. It was formal and beautifully furnished, which made the tension in the air palpable for whoever was unlucky enough to be sitting there with them.

He entered the room silently and took his place on the large armchair that faced the sofa where his parents sat. His mother was on the right, looking very well put together and stern as she sat stiffly and rigidly on the furniture. She always spent a long time putting herself together but, despite what her appearance might have suggested, was good natured and kind. His father was a bit more relaxed looking, and was usually fair in his judgments. He could be frightening when angry, however, and Sasuke still had to be careful not to incur his wrath.

"So." began his mother, looking intently at Sasuke. "So."

"Yes?" replied Sasuke sullenly.

"I assume you know why you are here?" she continued in a business like manner.

"Uh, no." said Sasuke, utterly confused.

"Of course you do." she snapped. Sasuke decided against arguing. "You've had a girlfriend for more than a week."

"Okay, how does everyone know this?" demanded Sasuke. His father laughed.

"It's pretty obvious, Sasuke." he answered, still chuckling.

"You leave early every morning, you get home later every day, and Itachi has told us you talk to the same girl with your phone almost every night." his mother added.

"Oh I'm going to kill that son of a—" Sasuke muttered.

"Excuse me?" asked Sasuke's mother in a loud voice.

"Nothing, mother." Sasuke replied in a falsely innocent voice. His mother eyed him, but didn't press the matter.

"Moving on." she said, still glaring at her son. "We have called you here to discuss your relationship with her."

Sasuke stifled a groan. This was going to be a highly awkward, embarrassing situation. Itachi would never let him live it down.

"How much do you like this girl?" His mother's sharp voice interrupted Sasuke's self-pitying.

"Her name is Sakura Haruno." Sasuke replied stiffly.

"You didn't answer my question."

Sasuke looked pleadingly at his father, who shrugged his shoulders as if to say Hey, I don't want to be here either.

"Look, do we have to go through this? Does is really matter if I haven't broken up with Sakura?" Sasuke asked desperately. His mother stiffened.

"Fine. If you insist on not 'going through this' right now, then we shall just have to see for ourselves Friday night." She made a move to stand.

"Wait! What?" asked Sasuke, sensing trouble. "Friday night?"

"Seven o'clock, sharp, Sasuke. We are having Sakura for dinner." His mother answered. Sasuke felt the world falling apart.

"And be sure to tell her it is a formal dinner." she said as she and his father exited the room, leaving Sasuke alone.

Sasuke felt nothing immediately. He picked himself up and began the journey back to his room. He walked down the long hallways, not stopping to talk with Itachi when he called out to him, nor when the maids asked him if he was feeling okay. He calmly shut the door to his room and walked into the center.

That's when it hit him.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed. This was bad, this was worse than bad, this was horrible, terrible, amazingly bad!

This was his parent's evaluation.

Sasuke should have seen it coming. Every time Itachi got a new girlfriend she would be invited over and "evaluated". If his parents (mainly his mother) didn't approve, she would demand Itachi never see her again. Itachi, being Itachi, rarely or never listened to her. But this was different. If Sakura came over she might be scared away by his family and break up with him. Then it wouldn't matter if they like her or not; it would be over.

Sasuke paced his room, trying to see a way out of this situation. Any excuse he could make for her would just make his mother think she was a procrastinator, something she hated more than anything. And Sakura would have to face her eventually, so she would be coming in with a bad reputation to add on to everything else.

No, Sakura would have to come, on time, in a formal dress, at seven on Friday. Having accepted this fate, Sasuke now attempted to figure out how to tell her.

"Short and to the point." he said to himself. "I don't want any dragged out explanations or anything. And no questions, that would be horrible. No, just short, sweet, and to the point."

Sasuke gathered some small comfort from the fact that he wouldn't have to worry about and long discussions about this sensitive subject. He lay down his bed and closed his eyes, trying to relax after that unpleasant experience.

Beep beep beep.

Damn cell phone. Sasuke thought as he sat up to answer the new text. It's probably just Naruto, telling me he got the homework.

But it wasn't. Sasuke read Sakura's name and his heart lifted before plummeting at the message.

TO: Sasuke

FROM: Sakura

MESSAGE: Sure, Sasuke. Can't to have a nice, long walk. I'll talk to you then. Love Sakura.

As Sasuke read the message, he knew he could do nothing about it. Sakura wanted to walk, and Sasuke's inexplicable need to make her happy would not allow him to change the plans. But as his eyes settled on the word "long", all his reassurances evaporated and he was left with a single thought.

Aw, shit.

So there you have it! My first attempt at a longer, more descriptive chapter. There may be some questions, although I tried to help you with that.

I'm sorry to say that, as of Thursday, I'll be back in school. This will seriously limit my writing time, so don't despair if I don't update as often as you would like. But I promise you this: the story is about to get a lot more interesting….