I'm Only Sixteen, I'm Not In Love
"What about now?
What about today?
What if you're making me all that I was meant to be?
What if our love never went away?
What if it's lost behind words we could never find?
Baby, before it's too late,
What about now?" –Daughtry "What About Now"
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'Gorgeous.'
Her pink hair,
emerald eyes,
pale porcelain skin,
sweet laugh,
amazing smile that melts your heart,
Shikamaru wondered how he never saw it before.
"Hey Shikamaru."
Sakura's gentle and smile hand waved in the air towards Shikamaru welcoming him and at the same time, waving him over.
"Hi Sakura."
Shikamaru took his seat next to Sakura.
Placing his backpack on the floor he turned towards Sakura.
"How was class?"
She groaned.
"It was rather irritating. The kid that sits behind me kept trying to whisper something into my ear. I mean after a while, don't you think he would get the hint?"
Sakura's face became a little red do to her irritation. Her slender pink eyebrows furrowed together and her soft lips looked like if they pulled apart her face would be destroyed.
Shikamaru couldn't help but notice her cute expression.
"That sucks."
"How was your last class?"
"I feel asleep."
Sakura's hard loosened up and she started to form a tiny smile.
"Did you have a dream?"
Shikamaru hadn't been expecting that.
What should he say?
'Yes Sakura I had a dream about you and me and I think it was going to end up you and me being together in a non-friendship way but in a romantic way. And now I'm starting to become confused by this dream and I think you're gorgeous?'
No, Shikamaru couldn't say that, but he couldn't lie to her.
'If I tell her I had a dream her smile will get bigger and she'll ask me what it was about.'
"Yes."
Sakura's smile widened just like Shikamaru thought it would.
"What was it about?"
'Again, just like clockwork.'
"Am I not allowed to have a dream and keep it to myself?"
"So you had a dream and you want to keep it to yourself? Must've been a pretty scary nightmare, or a pretty perfect dream."
Soon after that Sakura's and Shikamaru's teacher walked into the classroom and started class.
Shikamaru decided to try and get back to his dream.
It was rather hard at first with Sakura poking him in the upper arm every few minutes telling him to 'stay awake or he'll get in trouble'.
In the end, Shikamaru was able to fall asleep,
with one lingering thought on his mind before slipping into his addicting new world.
'You have no idea.'
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Her hand lingered there, just barely touching his hand.
It was amazing how such a soft and tiny action was driving Shikamaru off the wall.
"Sakura what do you mean?"
He looked at her, waiting for an answer.
Sakura's smile turned from a sweet one to a more 'are you serious' look.
"Do you not understand Shikamaru?"
He shook his head.
"No. I mean there are many reasons for you not wanting to be friends, but I can't eliminate any of them because I'm…I'm not you. I don't know what you're thinking."
Sakura giggled.
The soft gentle hand that was lingering by his moved to his cheek.
"Shikamaru, I thought you were a genius?"
Shikamaru couldn't exactly form a solid expression.
His face was somewhere between 'oh my god' and 'please'.
"Well Sakura, every genius needs a little help every once in a while."
Sakura nodded her head.
"Yes, I suppose they do, every once in a while."
Sakura took a step closer to Shikamaru and her hand moved from his cheek to his hair, un-doing the ponytail Shikamaru held.
His chocolate covered hair fell down, showing off his straight yet pointy hair, the back of his hand went to his neck and the front fell around his face in every which direction. Sakura took another step closer, they were barely an inch or two apart.
"I love your hair."
Shikamaru's eyes were closed.
Sakura was so close to him right now that he could smell her hair.
Her hair smelled of flowers, a scent so distinct, it smelled like sweet oranges and creamy raspberries.
Her perfume added a vanilla scent to the flowery smell.
She didn't wear too much, just enough to bring out hr natural smell.
Shikamaru couldn't decide the proper scent to Sakura.
He wasn't even sure if it was a flowery smell.
Not flowers.
Not candy.
Not sweet.
Not sour.
Not too strong.
Not to weak.
He couldn't decide what it was.
So Shikamaru decided that this beautiful orangey, raspberry, vanilla scent was going to be named: Sakura.
It was her scent.
Her smell.
It was her.
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Shikamaru woke up to Sakura's nudging and found that class has ended.
'That dream was so powerful. It felt like I could smell that scent in reality.'
Shikamaru picked up his backpack and headed for the door.
"Shikamaru!"
Shikamaru turned around to Sakura's voice and waited for her.
'Why am I dreaming about this? This isn't right; I shouldn't be having dreams of her like that. I shouldn't even be dreaming of her.'
"What's the rush Shikamaru?"
Sakura ran up to where Shikamaru was leaning against the door frame.
"Just because youtake forever to put all of your stuff away doesn't mean I'm in a rush." Sakura giggled.
"Well Shikamaru, maybe if you took some of your stuff out for school you might actually see I don't take forever."
Shikamaru smirked.
"Well Sakura, maybe if you don't take your stuff out and sleep like I do, then you'll find I'm not in a rush."
They both knew this could go on forever, so they called it a draw, silently of course.
Walking down the hallway, Shikamaru noticed that Sakura wasn't talking very much. Shikamaru's turn was coming up and Sakura needed to head in the opposite direction. Shikamaru stopped walking and Sakura turned around.
"Well, this is my exit Sakura."
Smiling, Sakura walked up to Shikamaru and hugged him.
She stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck.
Shikamaru's arms snaked around her waist, like they had a mind of their own.
Sakura turned her head into Shikamaru's ear.
"This is my stop too Shikamaru."
Shikamaru could fell her smile in his neck. Feeling Sakura start to pull away, he smelled it.
The oranges.
The raspberries.
The vanilla.
Oh god, this was bad. This scent was going to drive him insane.
Shikamaru could still fell Sakura's arms slowly unwrapping themselves from his neck and pretty soon, Sakura stood on the soles of her feet and her arms at her side.
"Bye Shikamaru."
Sakura started to turn away when Shikamaru's arms reached out and wrapped themselves around her waist again, keeping her in his grasp.
Her head was against his chest, her eyes wide opened.
"Shikamaru…what's wrong?"
Shikamaru's arms tightened.
"Nothing. Just stay here for a second."
And she did. Her arms went around him, under his arms and around his back, her head stayed on his chest.
After a few seconds, they pulled away.
"See you Shikamaru."
Sakura turned and walked in her direction.
She never did notice how Shikamaru's nose was in her hair, and went down to her neck. She never noticed how there was a smile on his face.
She never noticed how Shikamaru kept tightening his grip on her.
Sakura never noticed how Shikamaru's eyes followed her while she was walking away. She never noticed how his smile disappeared from his face when she left.
Sakura never noticed.
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Rewritten(?)
Re-edited(3/4/09)
~Renaissance