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track 24.
Naruto had confessed to her on the spur of the moment.
In his mind, he had planned it all out. He would bring her to the empty classroom he found early that morning, one that faced the field where the fireworks could be seen. Sasuke would watch it with them, and then make an excuse to leave. It would be the two of them under the romantic smokescreen of bygone fireworks under the stars by the bonfire. Naruto would take her hand in his, maybe bend slightly to her eye level, and then he would ask her to go out with him.
But nothing went according to plan. They made it to the room and that was it. Nothing went according to plan.
"I'm sorry Naruto." She bowed. "But I've already got someone I like." Jewelled hair ornaments falling out one by one, Sakura didn't move to pick them up. And even though Naruto wanted very much to run his fingers through his own hair and maybe scratch the back of his head at this moment, the hardened gel in the blond strands kept him from moving.
Releasing a loud sigh, he leaned against the door of the classroom; the one that would have been perfect for them - all three of them - to watch the fireworks from.
"Is it Sasuke?" He asked. Almost fearful of the answer. Until she gave him an ultimatum, he could still go on blindly. He had a nagging feeling of how Sakura felt about Sasuke, and how the bastard felt about Sakura. But a confirmation would make it real.
Receiving no answer from the girl, he asked again. "Is it the bastard?"
She nodded.
Sakura truly doesn't think what Naruto feels for her is anymore than an infatuation, but the thought of being the one doing the rejecting - when she's so used to being on the other end - only hurts more because she knows what its like.
"You'll find someone much better than me." She promised. Hugging him, not willing to look him in the face. Because he was a good friend. Her best friend next to Ino. "Someone who'll like you for who you are and understand you more than anyone. She'll probably love you a millions times more than you love her."
What Naruto needed wasn't her, they were too alike. He needed someone that could mellow him out, be his equal, while balancing him.
"That's nice of you to say Sakura-chan." He hugged her back, satisfied by the surprised gasp she let out when he squeezed, happy he caught her off guard. "But you really don't need to worry. You're still my best friend. Maybe along with the bastard. But you get to be number one."
He held out a pinky which she hooked onto by reflex before even hearing him out, as he scratched the back of his head through a chuckle, brushing out the spikes and rubbing away the traces of crystallized polymers.
"Sakura-chan, do me a favour. Promise me that you'll at least give the next person that confesses to you a chance. Accept them."