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"Um, Sasuke," Sakura started wearily, quickly averting her gaze from his crotch. However, she briefly saw his scraggly, extremely thick, coarse happy trail and pubes that were poking out the top of the thong. She tried to refrain from looking at it again even though she was tempted. "You...look amazing."
A gleam of arrogance twinkled in his dark eyes and Sakura noticed it. She metaphorically melted into a puddle of goo. I say 'metaphorically' because if she literally did, that would be deeply unsettling.
"I'm not going to ask you again, bitch," Sasuke said harshly, his breath fanning her face. It smelt of Newport cigarettes and Bud Light. "Are you ready or not?"
His brash voice startled her and she jumped back slightly, her doe eyes widening in confusion. She was secretly hoping he'd compliment her makeup she worked so hard on. Or he'd compliment the custom tune doorbell she installed a few days ago. Whenever someone pressed it, ten seconds of Nickleback songs would play throughout her house. She had to admit; she was heavily disheartened so far. But, since Sakura had daddy issues, she'd put this little fiasco aside.
"Yes, darling," Sakura said softly, a honey-sweet smile spreading across her face. "Let me just put my shoes on."
Sasuke tsk'd impatiently, and roughly pushed himself off of the door frame. When he turned around, Sakura couldn't help but glance down at his exposed buttcheeks. They were so pale; it looked like he dunked his ass in flour. But, to Sakura, it was beautiful like a full moon gleaming in a bowl of vanilla pudding. So sweet that it made you want to book an appointment with your doctor in advance because you know you'd catch diabetes. Digging even deeper into her naughty thoughts, she wondered what his butthole would look like. She was rudely snatched out of her daydreams when she heard the loud noise of Sasuke loudly slamming the screen door behind him.
Sakura quickly dashed to her shoe rack and chose a pair of cheaply made flip flops that she bought from The Gay Dolphin in Myrtle Beach. Yes, it was during Spring Break of '07. So they were terribly out of date! Oh, no! Somebody please call the fashion police and give this girl a ticket!
With her flip flops in hand, she quickly sprinted out of her house. Sakura saw Sasuke's car attempting to pull out of her driveway. She could see him looking left and right to make sure no passing cars were nearby. Aw, what an adorable little driver he was! It made Sakura want to pinch his cheeks. And she's not talking about those cheeks.
His car made an 'awooga!' noise and plentiful smoke exhaled out of the muffler. Begrudgingly, he pulled back into her driveway with a sour expression on his face. And I'm not joking; it looked as if he had consumed an entire bag of Warheads at once! He rolled down his pollen-covered window, giving her permission to plead her case.
"What the hell, Sasuke?!" Sakura screeched loudly over the sound of his muffler gurgling and popping. "You can't wait two seconds for me?"
"Get in the fucking car, you turd," Sasuke spat. He leaned over to unlock the passenger side door. Since his car was so outdated, it didn't have the capablities of unlocking it with a simple push of a button.
Sakura obediently got into the car and immediately the smell of cigarettes entered her nostrils. She looked down and saw hundreds of cigarettes ashed into one big pile near the gear stick. Then she glanced at the dashboard and saw it had a bobblehead of a rottweiler, its head nodding up and down as if to say, 'yes, Sakura, you made an excellent decision.'
She hesitantly sat down, feeling the roughness of the fabric against her buttcheeks. Yes, even through the material of her leggings. Something with a lot of friction must've caused this. She automatically envisioned Sasuke rapidly rubbing his butt in a circular motion in this seat.
As she attempted to close the door on her side of the car, she heard the hinges squeak softly before it clicked securely in place. She sat there awkwardly for a moment, dwiddling her fingers. Waiting for the car to start. When it never did, she looked questioningly at Sasuke.
"Remember what Dora the Explorer always says; 'put on your seat bealts so we can be safe!'" Sasuke said, mimicking Dora's voice and he sounded exactly like her for a split-second. Rest assured, if something happened to Dora's voice actress, at least we have Sasuke for a backup.
"Oh, uh, all right," Sakura said, reaching over to grab the sun-bleached seat belt that smelt strangely of stale sweat. She clicked it into place, it snuggly protecting her from any accidents that may or may not occur. She looked to Sasuke again and said jokingly, "Since when do you watch Dora the Explorer?"
Automatically, Sasuke's face was flaming red as a tomato. "I...I don't. I would never watch such a stupid fucking show. I just happened to overhear it when my little sister was watching it once."
Sakura hesitated a moment before saying sincerely, "You don't have a little sister, Sasuke."
After a few moments of hearing no denying rebuttal from Sasuke, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He pretended to not hear what she said and turned on the AC on full-blast causing their hair to blow around wildly like a palm tree in Hurricane Katrina. It seriously felt like her hair follicules were about to be uprooted from her head. Where on earth did Sasuke get such powerful air conditioning unit to put in his car?
They sped off into the night.
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tbc.