Mr. Brightside
A/N: Some of you guys leave THE funniest reviews, I swear. Sorry for the wait. I was on vacation! ~.^
Chapter Four
Feeling Just Fine
I jumped when I heard the sound of something hitting the back of the car, then an ill, "UGH!" as something thudded onto the pavement. My heart pounded hard in my chest. Today was a pretty damn surprising day, so much so that I wouldn't be surprised if Naruto was bleeding at the head right now, and Sasuke was the one holding a bloody bat or something.
I was just about to check, getting up on my knees to peek out the door that Sasuke left open, but then glanced at the nicely kept cream leather that I couldn't bring myself to ruin. For some odd reason, I knew Naruto wasn't the neatest person in Konoha and this was about the only thing he kept clean, and he cared about it as if it were his child.
Well, then. Loving your car that much isn't a tad bit freakish.
Soon after the Hummer bounced down with the added weight of my bike being lugged in the cargo space, Sasuke and Naruto both hopped back into their respective seats, and Naruto turned to me, smiling again.
Would it be odd for me to say that I think he likes me, because I do? I do think he does. Seriously. Nobody smiles that much at me. Not even family.
"Hi, Sakura-chan," he greeted in a singsong voice, "Ya diggin' my ride?"
…there is no reply…
L O A D I N G . . . .
I looked around for familiar surroundings that I hoped I would remember from the morning, eyeing each house with a critical eye.
Stupid subdivision. All the fucking houses look the same.
When a scary garden gnome that I recall screaming at like a banshee appears I sigh, "Turn left here. I think."
It honestly seemed like we were going in circles and, honestly, we probably were. I had no idea where I was going, and, obviously, neither did Sasuke or Naruto, which was really bad. They'd said that they've lived here since far beyond they could remember, but I guess my vague description of my red and brown-bricked house with the sakura blossom tree in the front and the Voyager parked in the driveway wasn't enough!
Do you know how many black Voyagers I have seen in the last ten minutes?
Drowning in the silence, Naruto cleared his throat. "So…Sakura-chan?"
I was snapped away from my reverie about Konoha suburbia and I raised my eyebrows, murmuring. "Hm?"
He stopped at a crossroads of streets, waiting for me to tell him which direction. I looked around, seeing nothing identifying whatsoever, and I shrugged. "Pick one."
The blonde turned completely around in his seat and stared at me with blue eyes that screamed 'Really? You don't know where you live?' and I nodded, disappointingly agreeing with the suntanned teenager. If I was still unpacking my things, and my only transportation was a now broken bike, would you honestly think I knew my surroundings well enough to give someone else directions?
Geez.
After our little stare off, Naruto settled back into his seat and turned right, towards some houses that had really pretty gardens and plenty of kids in the driveways. I guess this is where most of the families live. At least the younger ones.
"Don't you have a cell phone?" Sasuke asked suddenly, his voice shocking me and Naruto both. I thought that he was asleep, to be honest. Maybe he just gets really silent. Seems like a person who would do that when he's in a sulky mood.
After getting over my surprise, I answered, "Yeah. It's out of battery, though. The charger's still packed up somewhere."
Sasuke made this noise that obviously translated into annoyance, and I went back to staring out of the window.
Damn suburbia.
L O A D I N G . . . .
It was almost four o'clock when I finally saw a house that resembled what I stepped out of before school.
"That's it!" I yelped, overly excited even for my taste. "STOP THE CAR!"
Naruto punched the brake so hard I slammed into the back of his seat. Let's just say I think seatbelts are lame.
L O A D I N G . . . .
At this point, I had a throbbing head, a sore, splitting neck, a bleeding forehead, a gushing (you know, dramatics) knee, and Mom would probably have to buy me another button down shirt without dirt, rips, and tears because I'm sure as Hello Kitty that I am not going to wear a sweater vest.
Please.
I climbed out of the back seat as best as I could and I headed toward the cargo in the back, about to retrieve my bike, only to hear Sasuke clear his throat.
"What, I can't get my bike now?" I said, irritated. I'm sure he's a nice guy, really, I am, but, seriously? A girl can do whatever a guy can in heels, a bra, and, optionally, a thong. I would like to see a boy walk through a mall in a G-String. It'll be quite the hilarious.
I was facing him, so I couldn't see his expression, but I could bet thirty bucks that he was rolling his mysteriously dark eyes.
He sighed. "Your bike is broken, Sakura. Naruto's going to fix it."
From inside the Hummer, I could hear a muffled, "WHAT?" and the sound of a fist meeting skin.
These two have to be the weirdest best friends in existence.
A few moments later—I could only guess that they were fighting—I resolved to leaning against the orange H3, picking at that broken nail from earlier today. I also noticed Mom's Voyager wasn't in the driveway, which meant that she was either on the way to Suna to hang out with friends and left a note on the fridge for me, or she was at the grocery store. Maybe both.
I mean, with Mom, it was all over the place. She could be doing something totally uncalled for like clubbing.
"Nobody's home." It wasn't a question, I noticed, and the person was next to me, standing tall beside my petite figure.
My green eyes rolled over in his direction, and shivers went up and down my spine, feeling his gaze meet mine and locking as if we were two oppositely charged magnets. I couldn't will myself to look away, at least not just yet, and apparently neither could he. A flashback of math class went through my mind, and a light blush played on my cheeks. I forced it away by thinking of rabid squirelles, but I still couldn't bring myself to rip my eyes away from the intoxicating gaze. When things got a little awkward, I rubbed my now sweaty palms, pressed them against my thighs, and looked away, sniffing my nose and clearing my throat.
I clicked my tongue against my teeth, addressing his past supposed-to-be question. "Appears so, doesn't it?"
A couple of crickets from nowhere decided to rub their hairy legs together and amp up the awkward factor about twenty degrees.
I wasn't sure if I should leave and steal the key that's kept under the big purple flowerpot on the porch, or if Sasuke wanted to say something, but, then again, I didn't know why I was even caring.
If I want to go home, I want to go home. I'm bleeding. I need band-aids, ice, and a bubbly bath!
Just as I pushed off the Hummer, Sasuke grasped my wrist to stop me, but that only sent flaring heat to my cheeks. A faint tint danced on his cheeks, and just as quickly as his larger hand wrapped around my skinny wrist, it left, and he cleared his throat, averting his dark eyes toward his shoes.
"Did you want to say something…Sasuke?" I asked awkwardly, feeling tears tingling at my eyes.
Why? Why? Because I don't react well in embarrassing situations! I don't do good with pressure! I get nervous! I have to piss my pants, crap, throw up, and cry all at the same time and it really doesn't help at all because I don't really know these people and their really hot and one of them just grabbed my wrist and it's burning with butterfly heat! I DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM AND I JUST TINKLED A LITTLE IN MY SKIRT!
….right.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an iPhone—because they are cool especially if they are 4s!—and handed it to me. "Add your number," he said coolly, as if he wasn't being a forward, confident, arrogant person that just knew I was going to do it.
Just when I was about to say, "Um, no," he added quickly, "Since I have your bike. I'll text you when I finish with it."
I nodded then, putting in my phone number quickly and returning him his phone, trying to ignore the slight brushing over our hands and the electrical current that seemingly ran through me at that very moment.
"I thought Naruto was going to fix the bike," I asked.
Sasuke scoffed, rolling his eyes. "He said he doesn't trust himself with a screwdriver."
For some reason I laughed. That shit wasn't even funny! I was smacking myself mentally for being such a dunce, and I rushed my thanks to Naruto so I could make a very important call, avoiding all contact with certain Uchihas all the while.
L O A D I N G . . . .
I dialed the number on my house phone as quickly as my fingers would allow, not even resting to plop my backpack onto the floor. I listened to the dial tone for exactly fifteen seconds before a chipper, "Hello?" filled my ears.
I took a big breath. "I have to tell you something but you have to promise not to tell anybody because I'm not too sure of it myself."
Ino gasped, "YOU THINK YOU'RE PREGNANT?"
Suddenly, I thought twice about telling Ino that I thought I might have a crush on the possibly most unattainable boy in school after just one day of knowing him.
L O A D C O M P L E T E
a/n: OMG SAKURA ARE YOU SERIOUS! lol. Next chapter we have online conversations…fun riiiight? Look for it!
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~Lillypop414
(Sorry this chapter was shorter, too. D: I feel bad.)
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