Hello my darlings this is xxsavvysweetxx again. Sorry that it took me until tuesday to post this chapter, The disadvantage of being a working adult.

Disclaimer: This story isn't rated M for no reason, There will be some male on male action aka Yaoi in this story, not this chapter. So I'm warning you now. Also I don't own the characters, only this story.

This chapter is in Naruto's POV!

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Chapter 13

On my way to Sasuke's house I was texting him that I was coming over. After about 10 minutes of driving I finally saw sight of Sasuke's dark blue house. I don't even know if he will open the door. He never responded back to my text. I parked my car behind his black one in the drive way. At least his car is here it must mean that he is home. I knocked on the door loudly. I was praying that he would open the door.

The door opened a little after I pounded against the door for 5 minutes without an answer. A gold chain held the door in place. And watery gray eyes peaked from crack. His eyes went from sad to mean in an instant. "What the hell do you want? I haven't text you in two weeks for a reason" he said coldly. So he wasn't even going to deny ignoring my text messages.

"I just sent you a message saying I was coming over. I need to talk to you, please." I begged him looking into his eyes, as hard as it was for me to see him crying

"Why, you said enough the other day." He spat. "Why don't we just forget we were friends? Just go back to being Hinata's boyfriend and I'll go back to being her slutty gay friend and we'll all be happy." He whispered. More tears coming down his face.

"Shut up and let me in. please." I begged once again before the door shut. I can't believe he won't even let me apologize. I honestly didn't see Sasuke holding a grudge for this long, but then again I really hurt him, badly. I'll give him time to cool off.

Just as I was ready to head back to my car giving up hope that he would let me apologize, I heard the chains rattle before the door reopened. I walked into the dark living room and he closed the door.

"Start talking, you have 5 minutes." I looked away from the couch to stare at my best friend. He was wearing a rather baggy blue shirt that landed 3 inches above his knee, displaying white milky calves. The shirt was hanging off his shoulder. I had to swallow hard.

I can't believe I'm saying this but I want him. I want to scoop him in my arms, shower him with kisses and never let him go… Where the fuck did that come from, I'm dating Hinata. "Wow" I whispered at my own internal fighting. Sasuke looked at me strangely. I'm guessing being able to tell what I was thinking, he quickly grabbed the blanket from the couch.

"What do you want Dobe, I don't have all day. I have to go suck someone's cock. But I can't really remember who, you know, seeing how I'm a slut." I walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders.

"Please sit." I asked him softly. He gave me a look before sitting on the far end of the couch. "Look" I said sitting down on the other side to respect that he wants distance. "I'm sorry, I wasn't myself that night. I didn't remember anything about that night until this afternoon."

"Really?" he asked me. He dropped the blanket from his shoulders but held it tight in his lap.

"Yes really. I am so sorry. Please I'll do anything to make you forgive me. Just name it, anything at all." He thought for a moment, this made me nervous; he was a very smart guy.

"Make me some tomato soup." He said softly. I smiled and got up to make it. I began to get everything I needed to make the tomato soup for Sasuke. Does wine go with tomatoes? "So you really don't think I'm a slut." I turned around to see him rather close behind me. He was staring at his nails.

"No. I should have never, in a million years, should have said that to you." I whispered quietly looking away from him. I felt so guilty; I honestly don't believe that tomato soup is going to mend our friendship. He may just be hungry. "Do you want anything with the tomato soup?"

"Maybe a grilled cheese?" he stated lowly. I laughed.

"I was thinking the same thing. Anything else?" I asked him as I grabbed the cheese from the fridge.

"Maybe, salad?" He said, looking over my shoulder as I cut up the onion.

"This is getting to healthy for me" I chuckled. "Do you even have salad?" I asked him walking over to the fridge. When I couldn't find it I looked back at him. He was slowly stirring the soup; he was biting his thumb nail in thought. "Teme?" I couldn't help but notice that the blanket was gone.

He looked over to me and his cheeks started to turn a light pink. "What? Sorry." he said looking back at the soup. "No I don't think we have a bag of salad but we have lettuce and probably more tomatoes in the fridge." I looked in the bottom to see he was right. He had a lot of tomatoes in his house.

"You said we." I told him matter-of-factly. I managed to grab what I needed and closed the fridge again. I managed to turn off the stove; I didn't want to burn the soup

He looked at me wide eyed. "Did I?" he looked down for a moment and back at me. "Really?"

"Yes, you said we. As far as I knew you didn't live with anyone." I inched my way closer to him with each word that I spoke.

"I don't, it's just me." He said looking into the living room. He didn't want to look at me. His back suddenly hit the wall. "You aren't drunk again are you?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"No I'm not. But let me ask you something?" he nodded allowing me to continue. "Why did you kiss me that night?" His cheeks turned bright red this time. He probably thought I didn't remember.

"I didn't." he muttered before pushing me away. He walked into the living room. If he wasn't going to discuss it then I won't either.

I finished cooking, called him into the kitchen, to help me bring it into the living room. In the ten minutes that it took me to finish the grill cheese and salad he had gotten the living room to at least look more presentable. But I noticed he hadn't changed into something less reveling. I wonder why? We enjoyed our food talking and laughing over events that happened in the last two weeks.

"How's Hinata?" he suddenly asked me. Why would he be asking me how is best friend is doing. And before I got the chance to ask this question, almost as if he was reading my mind he said: "I haven't talked to her, or really anyone for that matter. I've just been going to the office and back here. I haven't really done much else."

"I'm sorry." He looked at me and smiled at my apologized. "She's well; I haven't seen her since Wednesday though. One of her friends wants to have a Halloween party." Sasuke began dipping his grill cheese into the soup.

"Don't you think that we are too old to be celebrating Halloween?" he asked me sucking the soup of the bread before taking a bite of it. He noticed me watching him. "You must think I am so gross." He muttered

"Why would I think that?" he shook his head, smiled and we continued eating our food. Once we were done he helped me bring all the plates into the kitchen. "You know Sasuke. I remember you kissing me."

"I was drunk that night." He spat as he began to wash the dishes. I walked up behind him and grabbed his waist softly. "W-what are you doing?" he asked me turning his head slightly to me.

"I don't think you were drunk when you kissed me." I stated pulling him closer to me.

"Please stop, even if I wasn't drunk I have to get over this." He whispered. He wasn't washing the dishes anymore. The water was running but his hands were gripping hard at the sink.

"Over what?" I asked him in a soft whisper. He pushed back on me, making me stumble back. He turned the water off in the sink.

"I can't do this. You need to leave. I'm not mad at you. And we can still be friends but you have to stop touching me like that." Sasuke hadn't looked me in the eye when he said this. He was actually still looking into the sink.

"Why?" I'm not stupid. I remember what happened that night. He turned and looked at me.

"I like it too much!" he finally yelled at me. "Every time you touch me I melt. And I hate myself for it. You aren't mine, and I can't have you! You don't even like me." He whispered close to tears. "I'm a complete idiot for falling for you." I barley heard this last part but it was clear. He liked me.

"If I were to walk up to you right now, what would you do?" I had gotten closer. I was an inch away when I finished my last word. He shook his head no. but he wasn't pushing me away. "What if I did this" at this I gripped his chin softly in my hand.

"Please don't" he whispered. He didn't seem to be fighting me anymore. "I can't do this" he whispered again.

"But you want to?" I asked him.

"What gave that away" he laughed, there were tears in his eyes.

"The fact that you haven't pushed me away." I leaned into him and lifted his face to look at me. "Kiss me." I told him.

"I already told you I can't. What about Hinata? I'm not a bad friend! How can I say that? I've fallen for her boyfriend" he chocked out.

"Then can I kiss you?" his eyes widened. I didn't give him a chance to answer my question. I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his.

Next chapter it will be Sasuke's pov again! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and stay tune for the next

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