Chapter 13
Sakura's POV
"What!?"
"Well, I thought you already knew, I mean, it's your house too."
"How would I know!?"
"Didn't I tell you yesterday?"
"No! You didn't even talk to me yesterday!"
"Yes I did – remember when I asked you-"
"To pass you a spoon!? That doesn't qualify for talking to me, let alone telling me what's happening tonight!"
"It's going to be fine, stop freaking out."
"But mom and dad aren't going to be home tonight – they've already gone! Remember? They're gone to some Christmas party!"
"Which is exactly why it's going to be fine."
"Which is exactly why it's NOT going to be fine!"
"You are so young and naïve…"
"Don't even pull that shit with me!"
"You're such a spaz."
"YOU are such an IDIOT!"
"See? A spaz."
"I think I have every right to spaz!"
"Just because I didn't tell you-"
DING DONG!
Our heads whipped towards the front door.
"It's already started!?"
"Relax, it's just the delivery guys."
"Delivery guys!?"
"Ugh, just let me answer the door." Puriti gave me an irritated glance before heading towards the front hall.
"What the hell are they delivering!?" I yelled and followed her out of the kitchen, where I had recently found out that my dear sister had planned a party tonight- at our house.
"Loosen up, will you? Go get dressed or something – I put your outfit on your bed."
"My outfit?"
"Duh, you can't go to your own party wearing that."
I looked down at my sweats and then back at Puriti. Then I ran at top speed up to my room to find my so called outfit.
But I looked back from the top of the stairs, just in time to see two men lugging case after case of what could only be alcohol.
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"You have got to be kidding me." I said, as I looked at myself in the mirror. Puriti stood behind me, admiring her work. Samuel was nervously winding around our legs- I don't think he liked the two strangers lugging foreign objects into his territory.
"What are you talking about? It looks great! Sexalicious as one would say." She said proudly, and made me turn towards her so she could do my make-up.
"As one would say?" I repeated sarcastically.
"Don't be such a Negative Nancy. Look up," She said and applied a thick coat of mascara to my eyelashes.
"Negative Nancy?" I raised my eyebrows.
"You look fine Sakura, really hot, okay? Any guy would kill to bag you. Close your eyes," she replied, and brushed my eyelids with colour.
"Kill to bag me?" I dead-panned; Puriti was getting ridiculous.
"Would you stop repeating what I say? You. Look. Fine."
"Ugh, Puriti? This really isn't my thing."
"For the last time. Relax. Just take a look at yourself in the mirror again.
I reluctantly obeyed, and turned to observe the final product of Puriti's make-over.
I was wearing shiny black high heels and a small black skirt. My top was a sparkly pink and went down a good three or four inches above my navel. My hair was straightened as usual, except with streaks of wash-out hair-dye. And my make-up was heavily applied, especially around the eyes.
"I look like a whore." I stated bluntly.(A/N sorry to put this here, but I don't want anyone to get offended by what sakura is saying – she actually looks good, not like a whore, except she's all shy and conservative...ish so that's why she feels that way)
"You do not!" Puriti shouted, offended, "Seriously, you look really, really hot. If you weren't my sister, I would question my sexuality."
I gave her 'a look'. You know, part cut-eye, part 'you are unbelievable'.
"Oh my god Sakura, would you just listen to me, you look good – I mean how many times do I have to-" The doorbell rang again, cutting Puriti off. "Now the party starts," she grinned and ran for the door.
"Purtiti!" I yelled after her, but she didn't listen. I chased her to the stairs and called her name again. This time she turned around, truly annoyed.
"Okay, Sakura, get over yourself, I'm having a party, and if you don't want to come, you can stay locked up in your room, but come on. It's Christmas break – officially! School is out for two weeks! Celebrate a little," She explained, and then went to answer the doorbell.
I took a hesitant step towards the stairs, but then walked back towards my room.
"I'm not coming down," I said, but I'm not sure if she heard me.
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I had been in my room for over 4 hours. The party 'started' at around 8:00, and the music started to blast at around 9:00. By 11:00 I assumed the whole neighborhood could hear the party.
There were multiple times when someone, or a frisky couple, would open my door, find it occupied and stumble out. I ended up putting a chair under the doorknob to block any further unwanted entries.
Samuel, terrified by all of the noise and commotion, kept to hiding under my bed and meowing discontentedly. At first I let him be, but after an hour I became bored and for my own selfish purposes, decided I wanted company. It took a while to coax him from his hide-out, and when I did, he kept to being attached to my hip- I had to hold him or he'd bolt to the bed again. At least I wasn't alone anymore for the rest of the three hours I was in my room.
At midnight, Puriti came stumbling up the stairs and tumbling into my room- well, into my door. She knocked nonstop saying 'Sakura, it's me! Puriti!" until I removed the chair and opened the door. Samuel had wiggled and scratched his way out of my arms out of fright, taking residence in his safe-house (under my bed).
"You should so be down there," she slurred when she entered; her cheeks were flushed and her expression exuberant. Yup, she was drunk.
"I already told you, I'm not leaving my room." I answered stubbornly.
"Aw, come on Sakura, it is so much fun," she replied, leaning against me for support.
"No."
"Fine, but you're missing out – there is this really hot guy down there. Oh my god, he has these onyx eyes that like, bore into you and stuff, and his hair is so fucking hot – it's like black and spiky. Oh! And he has this whole mood that's like 'Fuck you'- which is so F-ing sexy- and – hey, do think I can bag him?"
I didn't even hear the last part of her sentence – I was on my way down the stairs.
This guy that she was talking about sounded a lot like Sasuke, and if it was, then I know what he would do at a party as big as this. And there was no way my sister was getting him. No way.
Not after last night at the Carter's Christmas party – not after he was so nice to me (well, he wasn't nice, but he wasn't mean…), and not after we friggin made out on his couch. Puriti was not getting him.
Not a chance.
But when I got to the bottom of the stairs, I couldn't see Sasuke. Actually, I couldn't see anything.
Only a couple of lights were on, plus the disco lights Puriti set up. It was also noisy. Very noisy – but the music was quiet enough to at least to hear some dialogue. And there were people – lot's of people. And these people were either dancing, talking (more like yelling because the music was so loud), drinking (I'm betting alcohol), or all three.
In simple terms, it was chaos.
"Where is he!?" I shouted over the music to Puriti, who followed me down the stairs, giggling.
"What?!" she asked, "I can't hear you!"
I pulled us away from the speakers to a quieter part of the room – well, the quietist part, everything was so boisterous.
"Where is he?" I repeated, except this time she could hear me.
"Who?"
"Sasuke, you said he was here!" I replied, getting annoyed.
"Oh! I just said that so you would come and join the par-tay!" she replied, and burst into a drunken laughter.
"You mean he's not here?" I asked, confused.
"What? No – I said that so you would come dance with me!" She took my hands and started dancing. I ripped them away.
"Puriti!" I yelled at her. Note: never trust my sister, especially when she is drunk.
"Move to the music!" And she grabbed my arms again and made me dance with her.
"I'm going back upstairs if-"
I was cut off by my drunk sister. "Oh! I know who you can dance with! Sai!"
And she dragged me towards a guy who looked to be my age- and he was kind of handsome. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a smile on his face. Kind of resembles someone I know…
There wasn't even time for introductions, she just pushed us together and Sai started moving to the music – while holding on to me.
I have to admit, it was pretty fun, and as the songs progressed, I started loosening up a bit.
But just as I was getting comfortable, Sai suddenly stopped. I turned to look at his face and saw that he was staring at something – something that made him back away from me with his hands up and disappear into the crowd. I followed where his gaze had been, and it lead straight to a very angry, menacing looking Sasuke.
Sasuke.
He was here at my party – maybe Puriti wasn't lying.
When Sasuke's eyes left where Sai had been, they turned to me, and lost there hostile look. A quick emotion flickered through his eyes, one that looked hungry – but it was gone as soon as it came.
And then he tracked towards me, not looking angry, but not looking happy either.
I was like a deer in headlights, and didn't move until the last possible moment – and that was to back away, because he almost looked as if he were stalking me.
I soon found myself against a wall, watching as the Uchiha followed me to my destination.
But then a thought hit me – why am I so afraid of him?
Sasuke didn't stop once he was in front of me, he moved so close that I could feel his breath on my face, and it smelled heavily of alcohol.
Oh yeah, that's why I was afraid of him.
"What the fuck did you think you were doing?" He asked in a low voice, his hands on the wall on either side of my head.
"What?" I squeaked. He was really close.
"What the fuck were you doing?" He asked again, and leaned in so close that our noses were practically touching. I put my hands on his chest to try and keep some distance – even when he was drunk he still made me feel a little dizzy.
"I don't know what you-" I started, but I was cut off.
"You can't dance with anyone." He said as one of the hands on the wall moved to my thigh.
"You can't just say that-"
"You can't fucking dance with anyone." His teeth were clenched together as he said this, and the hand on my thigh started to move upwards.
"I don't understand-"
That hungry look flashed in his eyes again, and he pressed me up against the wall – I could feel every part of his body against me – except that hand on my thigh kept on movie upward.
"You fucking can't dance with anyone else." He said this against the side of my neck – his lips brushing my skin as he spoke.
I was too stunned to answer this time.
"You're not allowed to dance with anyone else." And that hand reached under my skirt.
What he said caught my attention – not allowed? What's that's supposed to mean?
I voiced my question.
This seemed to anger him somewhat, because he pressed so hard against me I could barely breath – I had to remove my hands from his chest so they wouldn't get squished.
He said these next words right up against my ear, and the hand on my thigh moved to my but – which was thankfully still clad in underwear. I gasped at his movement, but was still too shocked to do anything.
"You. Fucking. Aren't. Allowed. To. Dance. With. Any. One. Else."
And then everything after that moved so fast.
The hand on my but gripped what was there, and then my body moved before my mind reacted.
I slapped him in the face. Hard.
And I immediately regretted it.
Sasuke stumbled back out of surprise (though I'd like to think it was something to do with the force I put behind my hand), heck – I was surprised, and he gave me the coldest glare ever, and then stormed through the crowds of people and to the front door.
I was left there, frozen, with my hands covering my mouth and my eyes wide, for about three seconds after I lost sight of Sasuke. Then I ran at top speed to find him again.
I reached the front door to see it was already open (maybe it was never closed in the first place) and went outside.
I saw Sasuke tripping across my front lawn to his car that was parked on the side of the road.
I ran towards him and grabbed on to his shirt. "I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! It just happened and-"
"Fuck off." He said, but didn't stop his trek to his car – even with me holding onto him.
"No, please, I'm so sorry, it was a big mistake-"
"Get the fuck away from me." We had reached his car and he was fumbling for his keys in his pocket.
"You're not driving, are you?! You're drunk!" I yelled, appalled.
Sasuke didn't answer, but tried to fit his key into the lock on the door – and he was failing miserably.
"Stop! You can't drive like that! You can't even get the key into the lock!"
He glared at me, glared at his keys, and then realized that there was an unlock button, and pressed it.
"No way, I am not letting you drive," and I snatched the keys out of his hands.
"What the fuck," he turned to me, eyes angry.
"You're drunk!"
"Give me the keys." He said, trying to sound calm.
"You can't drive; I'm not giving them back."
"Give me the damn keys."
"I can't." My voice was shaky, I never had stood up to Sasuke before.
"Sakura," he growled, and I almost fell unconscious- the sound of my name, the way he said it, made me so light headed. My stomach was twisting in happy but nervous knots.
"No." I breathed, trying to regain my resolve.
"Give me the fucking-"
"I said no-"
He suddenly attacked my lips with his. Random, right? Well he apparently had a purpose behind it. When he kissed me, I let my guard down- majorly- and that's when he stole the keys back from me.
"What?" I was dazed, and in this state, Sasuke got to opening his door and getting into his seat. My brain caught up with my body when he was trying (and failing) to fit the keys into the ignition.
"Stop!" I yelled, and in a sudden panic, that Sasuke was going to leave, and that he was going to drive drunk, I literally jumped onto his lap, and fought for the keys in his hands.
That's when the yelling started.
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Sasuke POV
Sasuke's mind was hazy, and his subconscious seemed to be taking over the majority of his mind. The fact that Sakura was all over him didn't make it any easier either.
Why are you doing this?
"What the fuck is your problem!?" He yelled at her. She had just climbed onto his lap and was trying to pry the keys from his hands.
"You are asking me that question?! You are the one drinking and driving!" She yelled back, not missing a beat, and still wrestling for the keys.
So what if I'm drunk.
"I don't fucking care!"
"Well I do!"
Just go away.
"Get the fuck off of me!"
"No! I'm not letting you drive!"
Why don't you get it?
"What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"What the hell is wrong with me!? You're the one pulling all this 'you can't dance with anyone' shit!"
Why don't you understand?
"Because you can't!"
"I can do what ever I want!"
No you can't – not with anyone else.
"No you can't! You're not allowed!"
"What does that even mean!?"
I already told you!
"You're just not allowed to!"
"Why not!?"
Because I don't want you with anyone else.
"Because!"
"Why not!?"
Because I don't like it when you're with anyone else.
"Because!"
"Why not!?"
Because you can't be with anyone else.
"BECAUSE!"
"WHY NOT!?
Because you can't be with anyone else unless it's with me.
"BECAUSE YOU CAN'T BE WITH ANYONE UNLESS IT'S WITH ME!"
Fuck. Shit.
I wasn't supposed to say that.
"What?" Her struggling immediately ceased.
That wasn't supposed to come out.
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Sakura POV
All the fight left me when I heard his words. I sat still on his lap, shocked, and let go of his hand that held the keys. Sasuke took this time to push me out of the car, and I stumbled to a standing position. But all I could do was stare at him.
He then closed the door, and turned on the ignition.
The car lights flashed on and he pushed on the pedal.
The car accelerated, swerved, and hit into a group of garbage cans in front of someone's lawn – not hard, but enough to make him hit the breaks and stay like that for a long time.
And I was still frozen. Those words he said were repeating in my head over and over again.
Then, the car lights turned off, and Sasuke stepped out of the Maserati.
I watched from the distance of where I was still unmoving, as Sasuke walked around to the passenger's side and got in.
It took a couple of minutes until my mind was somewhat functional.
I ran over to the Maserati Diablo and peered in the driver's window.
Sasuke had occupied the passenger seat, and sat there with his arms crossed, waiting.
Waiting for what though?
It became clear when he glared at me, glared at the keys in the ignition, and then glared straight ahead again.
He wanted me to drive.
I slowly opened the car door and slid into the seat. Even though I should have been excited to finally be able to drive the Maserati – my whole body felt numb from the words he had said, and to what had just happened.
I glanced at Sasuke quickly, before closing the door and starting the ignition with shaking hands.
It was all so surreal, it was hard to believe I wasn't dreaming.
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My hands were still shaking as I drove the Maserati Diablo. Not only was I stupefied by Sasuke's actions, let alone words, but the pressure of driving the Maserati and not damaging it added a whole new load onto my shoulders. It also didn't help that Sasuke was sitting beside me, angry, drunk, and brooding with his arms crossed and his eyes glaring straight ahead. The only time he moved from that position was when he turned and glared at me when I asked him if he was going to put on his seatbelt.
The rest of the car ride was in silence, and it was only until we reached the Carter mansion that we conversed. Well, if you could call it conversing.
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Sasuke POV
"Do you, um, need help?"
Yes.
"No."
Sakura had pulled into the driveway and gotten out of the car. It had taken a little bit of effort and a lot more time for Sasuke to do the same.
First, he had to
locate the door handle, which was a little disorienting on the
passengers side.
Then, he had to actually stand up- this took a
lot of time considering the fact that his head spun every time he
moved. The hardest part was to move away from the car so he could
close the door, but he couldn't keep his balance in time to do so.
When this task was completed, he decided that he would walk to the
front door.
The only problem was, he couldn't – a wave of nausea had hit him when he tried to take his first step. Quickly finding balance, Sasuke placed his hands on the side of the Maserati and waited for the feeling to pass. That was when Sakura had asked if he needed help.
Deciding that he didn't want to degrade his pride anymore, he stood up straight and started to walk towards the front door.
But the effort required to do so was massive. In simple terms, the pattern of the Uchiha's journey went as follows.
Step. Stumble. Step. Almost loses balance, but regains it just in time. Swears. Stays in one spot for a couple of seconds to clear head. Step. Trip, but doesn't fall. Swears. Step. Stumble. Step.
In the five minutes that it took to do this, Sasuke had only moved a couple of feet.
"Sasuke?" Came a squeak to his left.
Come closer.
"Fuck off."
"Are you sure you don't need help?"
No, I need you here.
"Shit. Just go home."
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Sakura POV
I did the exact opposite. Instead of going home, I walked up to him, slung one of his arms around my shoulder and helped him to the front door – ignoring all of the curses that flew out of his mouth. I know it was a little confident for me, but frankly, he looked ridiculous trying to get his front door. And I wasn't about to leave him even when we got into the house – if he could barely walk, how would he get to his room? And what if one of his parents saw him?
That's why, once we got into his house, I had to pretend like everything was normal – I didn't want the house staff or his parents to know that Sasuke was drunk; though it was a little difficult with Sasuke leaning heavily on my shoulder.
"I forgot my wallet in your room, I'll just go grab it now," I lied, speaking a little louder than usual in case any house staff was near by.
"What the fuck?" He said, his mouth against my shoulder. I shivered, but I don't think he noticed.
"Okay, uh, let's get to your room," I started to walk while half dragging him with me.
The stairs were quite an obstacle to overcome. Sasuke had limited usage of his legs, which meant most of his weight and balance was forced onto me. I'm not sure if he was even aware of it because he would move his feet as if he were walking on his own.
What made it even harder was not the fact that he leaned on me – but how he leaned on me. His body was angled, so that half of his chest was touching my side, and his head rested near the area of my collar bone. That meant I could feel every breath he took against my skin, as well as the brush of his lips when he mumbled a profanity or something of the sort.
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Sasuke POV
It was a little disappointing when they reached Sasuke's room – Sakura let him stand on his own, when truthfully, Sasuke didn't want to pull away.
It seemed that there were two sides arguing in his mind. One wanted to be closer to Sakura and to have her help him, but the other side – the more dominant side – couldn't stand his ego being bruised any more, and wanted her to leave before he did anything else idiotic.
The dominant side won though, when she asked if he needed help getting to his bed.
I'd rather go to the couch.
"I'm not a fucking shit-head." He answered, and stumbled over to the ladder.
Without hesitation, he started climbing the rungs – confident that he could do it himself. But on the second rung, when his head spun at the sudden movements, his foot slipped and he hit his chin hard on the one near his hands.
"Fucking whore monger!" He yelled at the ladder as he stumbled back, holding his jaw.
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Sakura POV
"Oh my god!" I witnessed the whole scene from where I let him go at the doorway to his room.
"Fucking piece of shit!" He yelled again at the ladder as I ran over to him.
"Ssssshhhhh! Your parents or someone will hear!" I whispered.
"Fucker," he said more quietly this time, and I lead him over to the couch I almost smiled to the way he obeyed me.
"Does it hurt?" I asked as we sat down, but he only glared in return.
"What the fuck do you think?"
"Sorry, I didn't..." I trailed off when he glared at me again.
"Fuck," he breathed, rubbing his jaw.
"Let me see," I asked, and leaned over to him.
This time he didn't glare, but watched me as I smoothed over the area with my hand – this caused major butterflies in my stomach. Why was I even doing this? This was the cheesy type of thing that only happened in movies.
"That is going to be a definite bruise," I said, trying to occupy the silence. When he didn't answer, I looked up at him.
It wasn't until then that I realized how close we were – again, on his couch – and the thought gave me a tingling sensation.
"Sasuke?" I asked; he still continued to stare at me in silence.
The next words were pretty difficult and embarrassing to say, but he was calm (enough), and listening (or so it seemed).
"What you said earlier..."
"Shut up." He cut in, and leaned towards me – my heartbeat started to race.
"I was just wanting to know if it was true, you know, because-"
"Shut the fuck up." Now he was really close.
"Because, well, maybe I like you back-"
"Just fucking be quiet," he cut in again, and his eyelids started to droop.
"I just wanted to know..."
For the third time he cut me off, except this time with his lips.
I have to say, it wasn't one of his better kisses – this one was a little sloppy. He kind of fell on me instead of laying me down like he did the last time we kissed on the couch. I didn't mind though – as long as it was him. Because what I said earlier, about me liking him, was true – very true in fact. It took a while to realize that because his mood was so different all the time, I wasn't sure whether it was his extreme attractiveness that I liked (which I really do), but his actual self as well.
If I think back on it, all those times when he flustered me, all the times when he embarrassed me – I liked it. And I still want him to fluster me, I still want him to be near me, and hell, I want him to kiss me.
But that kissing part wasn't going so well. Sasuke was either losing enthusiasm, or falling asleep, because his movements were getting slower, and he was getting heavier. His arms weren't supporting his weight, so his body was fully resting on top of mine, and his lips were no longer moving against mine. I opened my eyes to look at him, and what I saw was both ironic and disappointing.
Sasuke had passed out. And he was on top of me.
"Sasuke," I whispered, and shook his shoulder – which was pretty hard considering my hands were squished in between us.
"Sasuke," I whispered a little louder, and shook him even harder. He still wouldn't budge, and I doubt he'd be awakening any time soon.
And no matter how much I'd rather stay there, with him so close, there were consequences. How would Sasuke react waking up on top of me? How would his parents react with me still there? And how would my parents react?
So I had to get home, or at least out of the Carter house. And the first step in doing that was getting out from under Sasuke.
I slowly tried to shift myself to an angle so I could slide out and he could roll out, but that cause him to be on an angle. A very unstable angle.
I watched, horrified, as Sasuke tilted, rolled off of me, and fell to the ground in a heap.
"Shit!" I quickly scrambled off of the couch and knelt beside him. My hands fluttered in the air around him, unsure of what to do. I finally decided on heaving him into both of my hands, and lifting with all my might to get him back onto the couch. I got his upper body up first, and followed with his legs. Catching my breath – because he was heavy – I stood up and admired my work.
His face was blank, but almost serene, and with his eyes closed, he almost looked like and angel – I swear, he was that gorgeous. And I'm a little embarrassed to say, I ran my hands through his hair a couple of times – who knows when I'll be able to touch him again? Who knows if he'll even remember the incident? So that's why I took advantage of what I had. I'm not a creepy stalker or anything.
Okay maybe a little, and that thought made me want to leave the house before I came to any other random realizations. But how would I get home? I couldn't ask the Carters – they were either out, asleep, or wondering why Sasuke couldn't drive me. And I couldn't take the Maserati – once was enough for me, and how would I get it back? And I definitely wasn't going to walk home – not at one in the morning. Plus, the last time I walked, I got lost and Sasuke had to rescue me. The only other option was to call someone to get a ride.
So I tried my sister first.
"Hello!?"
"Hi, Puriti?"
"Hello!?"
"Puriti, it's me Sakura!"
"Hello!? I can't here you! Hello!?"
"Puriti! It's Sakura!"
"What?! Hello?!"
"Puriti It's-" But I was cut off by the dial tone. I guess the music was too loud or she was enjoying her party too much to hear me. Then I got an idea.
If the party turn out was so successful, than wouldn't the so called "party king" be there? Wouldn't Naruto be out, joining the fun?
So I called him next – on his cellphone.
"…Hello?" I heard a yawn from the other line.
"Hi, Naruto? It's Sakura."
"…Sakura?" Another yawn.
"Yeah, I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you."
"…It's 1 in the morning."
"Yeah, I'm aware of that. Listen, I'm at Sasuke's right now and-"
"Whoa, you're at Sasuke's?" He asked, sounding wide awake.
"Yes, I'm at Sasuke's. Now I need you to-"
"You didn't screw him did you?"
"What!? No!"
"Good, 'cause he's a bastard."
"Yeah, sure whatever, just listen. I need you to come and pick me up."
"Why? Not enjoying yourself?"
"It's a long story, just come and pick me up? I really need a ride."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"…Fine."
"Thank you so much – I owe you."
"Yeah, yeah, just let me get dressed."
"…Were you sleeping?"
"No shit."
"You weren't at my party?"
"Nah, I had a date with Hina."
Hina? He already as a nickname for her? "Oh, well, I guess that's a good thing."
"Yeah, it was real fun, I took her to a movie and-"
"How about you tell me when you pick me up? I'm sorry, it's just I really need to get out of here."
"What's wrong?"
"Just come pick me up, I'll tell you then."
"Okay, okay, see you soon."
"Bye."
"Bye."
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I waited at the end of the Carter's driveway for Naruto to arrive. I didn't mean to be so rude on the phone, but I had to be quick. What if one of the house staff saw me? Or what if one of the Carters saw me? I mean, I didn't even know where they were – and what would they do if I was still at there house and Sasuke was asleep on the couch?
Oh well, it didn't matter because I was out of the house and Naruto just pulled up in his orange Lexus.
"Hey, thank you so much," I greeted when I opened the car door.
"Wow, Sakura! You look hot!"
"Er, what?" I looked down at myself and realized I was still wearing what Puriti dressed me up in. "Oh, um, thanks." I got into the car, embarrassed.
"So, what's the dillio?"
And as he drove me to my house, I explained most of what happened – leaving out minor things like Sasuke tricking me into getting the keys back. But I did tell him how Sasuke told me that he liked me and how he kissed me and stuff – I'm starting to think of Naruto as a really good friend, and who knows? Maybe he'll be good on guy advice.
Our conversation was cut short though, when he drove by my house. Two cop cars were in our driveway, along with one of our neighbors. I guess the party got too loud and 'disturbed the peace.'
"Uh, maybe we should keep driving," he offered and I nodded in agreement.
"…What should I do?" I asked. Naruto should have an answer – I mean he is experienced in the party area.
"Well, personally, I think you shouldn't go home."
"Oh."
"…You could stay at my house?"
I thought about that. It wouldn't be doing any harm, I mean, he offered it, and I wouldn't get in trouble.
"Er… okay," I agreed, and he turned around in the direction of his house.
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I had never been to Naruto's house – even when I was dating him. His house was under renovation, and when we pulled into the driveway, I saw it was still being redone.
"My room is kind of in the garage at the moment," He said, embarrassed, when we got out of the car.
"That's okay…"
There was an upper floor to the main garage, and that's where Naruto had a bed made of two mattresses stacked on top of each other.. I looked around the room to see a duffle bag of clothes, a small TV, and a laptop. Otherwise, it looked like a normal attic.
"It seems cozy," I offered.
"Uh, yeah… Do you need a set of clothes to change into?" He replied awkwardly.
I nodded, and took the baggy t-shirt and the pair of shorts that he handed to me.
"I won't look," he said, and turned around to unstack the mattresses so there was one for each of us.
"Hehe…" I quickly changed and set down my clothes. "Done."
Naruto turned around, looked me over, and laughed. "You look like you're drowning in them!"
I laughed too, and that sort of broke the awkward atmosphere.
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At the Carter Mansion.
Marie Carter entered the house after a long business party. Well, party wasn't quite how she would put it considering it was a very stressful 4 hours, and it gave her a headache by the time she left.
When she pulled into the driveway, she noticed something very odd- and this caused her to detour on her way to her bedroom.
Sasuke's Maserati was already parked and it was a Saturday night. Curious, she decided to check on her son, hence the detour.
The first thing she saw when she entered his room was Sasuke himself, lying on his couch. A closer look told her that he was asleep.
Smiling to herself, Marie walked over to his closet, took a blanket from one of the shelves, and brought it over to her sleeping son frowning slightly at the small stain she saw on the carpet as she passed by.
After snuggly tucking him in, she decided to give him a kiss on his forehead – some motherly instincts just couldn't be stopped. Besides, he wouldn't notice – he was fast asleep anyways.
"Goodnight," she whispered, brushing back the hair from his forehead, and she tip-toed from the room.
Another sweet surprise awaited her when she reached her own bedroom. Her husband was lying in bed, asleep, with her daughter, also asleep, snuggled into his arm. A bowl of half-eaten popcorn lay near them, and the TV was on playing reruns of Christmas specials.
Again, Marie smiled, her mood was certainly lifted and her headache was definitely gone.
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Sakura POV
When the lights were off and Naruto and I were in our respective beds, we simply talked – something that we really never did before. Our conversations brought up many facts that I didn't know before – like how Sasuke paid for Naruto's Lexus on his Sweet Sixteen, or how the Carters are paying for some of the renovations on his house. These were more points to reinforce my theory that Sasuke isn't really the complete bastard he makes out to be. And on the topic of Sasuke, well, I guess Naruto couldn't resist.
"So what are your intentions with my best friend?" I could hear the grin in his voice.
I laughed at his question. "I don't know," I answered truthfully.
"Hmmmm… Well, he does act differently around you, and I can already tell you, I approve."
"Approve?"
"Of you and Sasuke getting together. He may be the biggest asshole ever, but he's definitely, how do I say this, softer, around you."
"Naruto, I think those are the most intelligent words I've heard you say all year."
We both laughed a bit at that, and when it died down, I changed the topic slightly.
"So what are your intentions with my best friend?"
"You mean Hina?"
"Yes, Hina – I can't believe you've already got a nickname for her."
"It makes her smile when I say it." And I could tell from the way Naruto said it, that he was smiling too.
"Well, I can tell you I approve."
"Ha, that's good to know."
"It is," I yawned, and snuggled deeper into the comforter.
Naruto yawned as well and then sighed, "Goodnight Sakura."
"Thanks for driving me and stuff..." I replied
"Yeah, you totally owe me."
"Hey, who was the one who helped you pass your exams?"
"Psh… whatever, night."
"Night."
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Sasuke POV
Riiiiiiinnggg. Riiiiiinnng.
"Hello?" Sasuke answered in a monotonous voice.
"Hey bastard!" Came an obnoxious one from the other end of the line.
Just what I need.
"Naruto."
"When you leaving for your cruise?"
Maybe if I answer his questions he'll go away.
Sasuke sighed. "Two hours."
"Sarah still going?"
"Yes."
"Even with her broken leg?"
"Yes."
"Cool."
Sasuke sighed again. "What do you want?"
"Well, I just called to say that I slept with Sakura last night."
His grip on the phone suddenly became tighter, and his eyes widened.
What?
"…"
"Yup! I picked her up from your place, and she came to mine."
Sasuke balled his free hand into a fist.
What?
"…So?" He asked through clenched teeth.
"I guess she got bored with you or something, because she actually called me to come get her, and then I took her back to my place. We had a lot of fun actually."
Sasuke took a deep breath.
Naruto fucked her!?
"Why would I fucking care?"
"I dunno, I just thought I'd tell you."
Sasuke placed his index and thumb on the bridge of his nose.
He just thought he'd tell me. Fucker.
"Well I don't give a damn."
"…Hey, Sasuke- you aren't jealous are you?"
What the fuck do you think!? Fucking shit.
Sasuke snorted. "No." Except he answered the question a little too quickly to sound truthful.
"But, you like her don't you?"
Fuck.
"…"
"Sasuke?"
"What," he snapped, getting angry. Very angry.
"You like Sakura, right?"
Maybe.
"Why the fuck do you care?"
"Well, she did tell me that she liked you too."
What?
"…"
"It's true, she told me that she liked you."
Then why did she sleep with you?
"Then why did-" Sasuke cut himself off before he could give anything away.
"Okay, so you do like her."
"I didn't say-"
"Well, have fun on your cruise, hope you have a good time-"
"Naruto-"
"Merry Christmas! Happy New Years!"
"Fuck! Naruto-"
"Oh, and Ididn'treallyscrewhershejuststayedoverbecausethecopswereatherhouse,andshereallydoeslikeyou! Bye!
"Naruto!" Sasuke yelled into the phone, but the dial tone was all that heard him.
"Fuck!" And for a moment, Sasuke felt like throwing his phone across the room. That is until two thoughts hit him.
Naruto didn't fuck her- he was just joking.
Sakura likes me.
