I'm Only Sixteen, I'm Not In Love Chapter 6: Spring Is A Drag, a naruto fanfic

I'm Only Sixteen, I'm Not In Love

"Your touch, your ways
Leave me dumb without reason
Your love, my cage
My prison so pleasing
I spend my days
Tangled in thoughts of you
Stuck in this place
Resigned to be your fool

I thirst no longer
Drenching my soul
Pour out like water

You're my only infatuation
Don't leave me stranded
In my obsession
My purpose, my possession
Live and die in my obsession
My obsession" -Skillet "My Obsession"

...

It's been a week now.

And to Shikamaru...

that

was

VERY

long

time.

Nothing has really changed at school or life in general. Shikamaru still goes to his classes, times first period, sleeps and goes to the next period sleeps some more and repeats.

But today is different. You know why?

…

It's the beginning.

…

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They announced it.

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The Spring Formal Dance.

'God, high school is such a drag.'

SPRING

IS A

'Stupid, troublesome spring formals.'

"Hey Shikamaru." Sakura smiles as she takes a seat next to him in class.

"Hey."

"What's up? Cranky already?" She giggles. Shikamaru points to the girl walking into the classroom. She stands at the front of class.

She shouts.

"Hey!" The whole class goes silent and turns towards her. She smiles.

"Good. Now that I have all of your eyes on me. I bet you all have heard about the spring formal, and if you haven't...well," she giggles "that's just sad. Anyways, the spring formal is in two weeks on the fourteenth. The theme is formal."

"Seeing as it's called 'Spring Formal'." Sakura whispers under her breath. Shikamaru chuckles lightly.

"And the tickets are fifteen dollars a piece. It starts at eight pm and ends at eleven." She flips her hair over her shoulder. "Hopefully all of you can make it." She smiles and walks off.

"Is it me or did that last part seem a little...fake?" Shikamaru shrugs.

"It's Ino Sakura. I don't really think she cares if everyone it going as along as she's going with Sasuke or he goes alone." Sakura nods her head.

"True."

The class starts talking amongst themselves again. Girls talking about who they want to ask them to the formal. Boys not even really caring about the stupid event.

"So who are you going to take to the formal Shikamaru?" Shikamaru turns his head towards Sakura and looks at her like 'Do you really think I'm going to that idiotic event?' She giggles.

"Gosh Shikamaru. You should ask someone, really, you should. You need to meet more girls. I mean I'm the only girl you really ever have any contact with."

"So you're saying I should hang out with other girls more?" Sakura nods her head.

"Yea. I mean Shikamaru really. There are so many girls here who have a thing for you, and you don't even see them. The only girl you see is-"

"You?" Sakura doesn't say anything. Then she smiles.

"Yea." Shikamaru's eyebrow lifts up.

"Is that a problem that the only girl I see it you?"

"No silly. I'm just saying that, there has to be at least one girl here who sparks enough interest in you to ask to the formal."

"Trust me Sakura, I definitely wouldn't take them to that stupid formal."

"Why not?" Shikamaru slouches a little more down in his seat.

"Why would I take the girl I'm interested in to a sweaty gym, with hormonal teenagers who, after all the close dancing and swaying of their bodies close together, only have one thing on their minds?"

Sakura doesn't say anything.

"I have respect for the girl I'm interested in. I wouldn't take her to a low life dance."

Shikamaru closes his eyes to fall asleep. Where as Sakura is seating in her seat with a wide smile on her face. Shikamaru didn't realize it.

...

Not once, did he ever say if. IF he liked someone.

Sakura turns her head to look out the window. Soon, she falls asleep.

Sakura looks around to find herself in a meadow. It's beautiful here. So many wonderful, peaceful colors. A spring over on the right. It shimmers, reflecting the light off the water droplets. Tall apple trees everywhere, but not one apple on the ground. The grass is a couple inches tall, tall enough to where it feels wonderful to wiggle your toes in it. It's perfect here.

"Hey Sakura." Sakura turns around. But she doesn't see anything.

"Hello?"

"Sakura." She turns around in a different direction. Still nothing.

"Who is it?"

"Sakura!"

"Please! Who are you?!" Then there's nothing. There's no one calling her name. No one. Sakura starts looking in every which way. Frantically.

She can't find the voice.

She's scared.

And she doesn't even know who it was.

"What is going on?" There's a breeze. Her hair flutters around her face.

"Hey Sakura." Her eyes widen. The voice is back, and it's right behind her. She starts to turn around.

"Don't." She stops.

"Don't turn around."

"Why?"

"I'm not ready."

"Ready for what?" The voice chuckles.

"For you to see me."

"Well, can you at least tell me who you are?"

"You have to figure it out." Sakura turns around and there's nothing there.

She looks up to the sky. She shouts.

"Who are you?!"

Then she feels something on her waist. She looks down and...

it's arms wrapping around her.

And then a chin is placed on her shoulder.

"You have to figure it out Sakura."

She knows the voice won't tell her. So she'll have to do this in a different way.

"Wanna play a game? How about twenty-one questions?" The voice chuckles again.

"You always did love playing guess with me. Okay. Let's play." She smiles.

"Question one: You are a guy right?"

"Of course. Next?"

"It's your turn. The rules are I ask a question, then you ask one. Since I've already asked one, it's your turn now." She can feel the owner of the voice smile into her neck.

"Oh, but Sakura. You'll answer my questions another time. For now you ask away. But choose carefully, you only have twenty left."

'He's right. I do only have twenty left. I probably can't ask his name because I have to figure out who he is first. Ugh!"

"Question two: Do we know each other?"

"Yes."

"How well?"

"Are you using that as one of your questions?"

"I um. I guess."

"Heh. Well, we know each other very well."

"Okay. Question four: Why can't I see you?"

"I want you to figure it out."

"Who you are?"

"Who I am, and how I feel."

"About what?"

"About you."

Sakura stops. She doesn't breathe. She doesn't speak. She just stands there, in the arms of a man she doesn't even know. He moves his head to her ear.

"Don't forget to breathe Sakura."

She breathes again.

"Okay. Um, Question five: H-"

"No. It's question seven."

'Oh crap.'

"Question seven: How do you feel about me?" He lowers his head back to her neck and breathes her in.

"You're smart Sakura. Figure it out."

"How do you know you feel for me?" He chuckles.

"Well, I am a genius."

'Genius?...Genius...' Sakura's eyes widen.

'No.'

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Rewritten(3/20/09)

Re-Edited(3/20/09)

~Renaissance