O is for Our Song

(OUR SONG IS THE SLAMMIN’ SCREEN-DOOR, SNEAKIN’ OUT LATE, KNOCKIN’ ON YOUR WINDOW! WHEN WE’RE ON THE PHONE AND YOU TALK REAAAAL SLOW, ‘CAUSE IT’S LATE AND YOU’RE MOMMA DON’T KNOW!)

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No, this chapter isn’t about that wonderful, loud, and incessant song by Taylor Swift (I love it—really). Sorry to get your hopes up Hatake-sensei, but, well, that’s just not what it’s about. I mean, seriously, am I that predictable?

Don’t answer that.

But anyway, this chapter is about me and Sasuke getting our song! Or, well, kinda. But still. It has to do with a song. And music.

That’s gotta count for something, right?

Oh, whatever, I’m just going on with the story.

(OUR SONG IS THE WAY YOU LAUGH, THE FIRST DATE WHEN I DIDN’T KISS HER AND I SHOULD HAVE!)

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“Once upon a time there was light in my life. Now there’s only love in the dark. What can I say?? It’s a total eclipse of the heart!!”

Listening to my iPod when I’m sad/happy/angry/cheery/whatever usually makes me jump up and down on my bed while belting out lyrics, fully blasting my (beautiful—but not really) voice to the max.

And since no ones home right now, it’s the best. Usually my dad will yell at me from disrupting him from a nap or something and my mom will smile and be all supportive when she says, “I love that song!” and start singing with me. It’s a vicious cycle, but I suffice.

But now that no ones home, the music is turned up (on my speakers—my ears can only take so much), the bed is somehow more bouncy, and my singing voice escalates to heights of volume and pitch that I didn’t even think could come out of my mouth.

It’s all in a days work.

Bonnie Tyler was turned off my iPod and a familiar pop/country-licious beat starts playing and I turn towards my black speakers for this is one of my favorite songs (at the moment). It’s just so happy that it makes you smile.

“I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel; the other on my heart!”

I always thought that sounded really dirty, like his hand was on her boob or whatever. ‘Cause your heart is like, in that area. And what guy has his hand on his girlfriend’s heart?

Theoretically it could work, but seriously, who says that?

It’s almost as bad as when Chris Brown says ‘my boo’ in ‘With You’ because it sounds like ‘boob’ or whatever. Like, ready: ‘I need you’re boob. I gotta see you’re boob’. Doesn’t that just sound wrong?

Seriously.

But I still love that song and this one by Taylor Swift because her music just makes me want to dance. And yes, I know that I say that most music makes me dance and smile, but hers especially. Or well, at the moment.

And as the lyrics keep going on and the smiles keep coming and the dancing commences, I can’t help but think that me and Sasuke don’t have a song and how perfect it would be if we did. We’ve been going out for a few months now, so it would only be appropriate, right?

And I know that I’m into all that sentimental crap that happens in relationships like monthaversaries and first kisses and the whole ‘beb’ thing, but this seems kinda crucial. This isn’t just some of my fantasies of the perfect boyfriend—wait, scratch that, I already have the perfect boyfriend. I mean the perfect relationship.

Isn’t a song for the couple superly important?

It’s in all the movies. And in My Best Friend’s Wedding, they even loaned their song to him and his new wife and all that stuff. And sure, they weren’t a couple, but it makes sense. And I know that they say that anything can happen in movies, but it’s also true that anything can happen in life.

Reality may bite, but fantasy bites back!

Or well, in my mind anyways. And having a song isn’t exactly a fantasy, but it isn’t reality either. But that’s okay, because I’m gonna start a revolution (they say they want a revolution, well you know, we all wanna change the world)! It’ll be a love revolution and all who follow will get cookies. Or love songs.

But either one works! Monthaversaries will be like a commandment and attending frequent dates will be mandatory. Kisses will be spread and PDA will be a must. Anniversaries will never be forgotten (they can get that thing in them like dogs get—you know that internal nametag so if they’re ever lost they can be found) and gifts will be abundant (animate or inanimate—preferably inanimate since those make you feel all fuzzy on the inside).

It could be such a start to spreading love all around the world and war would stop! As the great Jimi Hendrix once said, ‘When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world shall know peace’. That is obviously going to be started by my love revolution! Duh!

Or not. But seriously, it’s a great idea. Everyone should obey and follow.

But still, we need a song and we don’t have one. So obviously I’m going to have to call over my dear Sasuke-kun and annoy him endlessly about my lack of perfection in the relationship.

Or some crap like that.

…

I decided not to tell Sasuke that we totally needed a song, because I realized it would ruin it. It’d be like messing with fate. And as I learned from my dear ol’ Twilight series, it isn’t good to mess with fate.

Plus, a song for a couple has to come up all magically and out of nowhere.

That’s what makes it their song. I can’t even believe that I didn’t realize it!

But I have some blonde moments (I love you Ino and Temari—there’s no sympathy for you Naruto, sorry) so it’s understandable.

But still.

“Wow, this place is so big. I didn’t know you were this wealthy.” Sasuke just smirked smugly, nodding his head while leading me into the even larger ballroom. I gasped, taken away by the beauty this place held—as well as the elegance.

But what totally beat out this entire place, even with its architecture-d ceiling and divine, glassy-looking floors.

The man I had my arm wrapped around.

And yes, I am that cheesy.

But I’m also not a liar.

And man did he look incredibly handsome in his black tux, his hair perfectly gelled (but not completely back—that would just look weird. It’s just nicely slicked, so it’s not in that crazy way—even if that’s undeniable sexy and tempting), and a smile that was once on his face when he saw me at my house.

But how could he not?

I am dressed in my most finest dress, totally matching his black and white attire—not on purpose, I swear!—with the black cocktail dress I was wearing, white lace in all the right places.

And lets not forget the shoes, because, for serious, Annie is a retard and doesn’t know anything about fashion. A smile doesn’t complete an outfit—the shoes do.

So my black pumps lightly covered with a thin layer of lace complete my casual, yet classy look, totally leaving Sasuke to gape at my ever-growing beauty, and to thank Kami-sama that I’m his girlfriend.

Because who wouldn’t?

“Sakura?” I looked up at my boyfriend who gracefully broke my train of thought on how beautiful and self-centered I was.

I glanced up with a smile adorning my face. “Yes Sasuke-kun?”

“Stop making that face. It’s scaring my little cousins.”

I whacked him playfully on the arm as a smirk broke out onto his lips. “Sasuke-kun, you know I scare a lot of people. So it was obviously a bad idea to invite me to this Uchiha family reunion.”

“You had to come.”

“And why is that?”

“Because,” and suddenly, his face became solemn and I knew that we weren’t joking anymore, “You could be an Uchiha one day.”

And with that comment, my breath caught in my throat and I knew that Sasuke noticed.

…Mrs.…Sakura…Uchiha…

It as all too much for one night, but of course I could see it happening. I loved Sasuke (I think) and he loves me (again with the thinking—we haven’t said it yet, but we can still feel it, right?) and I totally could imagine spending the rest of my life with him.

But is that why he brought me here today? Is that why I had to spend all my babysitting money for the past few months to pay for this dress?

Because I know I won’t be able to look at all these Uchiha’s (or breath properly) without thinking that one day I could be related to them.

I know that Sasuke noticed my fright and confusion, so when he said, “Sakura—”, I instantly stopped him with a forceful kissing, making his eyes drop close and respond. It only lasted a few seconds for someone interrupted us.

“Ah, Sasuke-chan, the parties about to start.” Itachi mimicked while we both unglued from each other, his hand in mine as we made our way towards the room.

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It was about half way through the party (I hoped) and I’ve never had my cheek pinched so many times in three hours. It was incredibly tiring, but still…sweet? Yeah, that’s the word. Because they were all pretty old (and some middle-aged) and cute in their own little way.

Was it that unbelievable that Sasuke would have a girlfriend?

I mean, they act as if no girl has even talked to their son, let alone date. And he’s incredibly handsome and charming and gentleman like and—well, the list goes on. But how could someone not date him? Am I really that wonderful that he only has eyes for short-tempered, annoying, always-wishing-for-her-happily-ever-after, pretentious, pink-haired freaks?

Probably.

But it was still nice meeting everyone in his family. And I mean everyone. And it’s not like I can remember all their names, but the three I’m currently talking to right now are nice. One has dark gray hair, probably resulting from the signature Uchiha black hair. The other was about Mikoto’s age, and I’m pretty sure it’s her sister. And the other is a little girl, her name starting with an H. I can’t really remember…

But she’s absolutely adorable and keeps asking me when Sasuke and I are getting married, which kind of scares me, but still makes me laugh a little. I already promised that she can be the flower girl and wear a pink and purple dress.

About half way through a conversation with Sasuke’s granny (I presume, anyways) about how we two met and all that lovey-dovey stuff, I see Sasuke across the room, talking it up with Itachi, Fugaku, and I’m pretty sure his…grandpa? Maybe. But anyways, he’s not doing much of the talking, but simply staring at me.

My heart skipped a few beats when I noticed the crooked smile on his face and the mischievous look in his eyes. I could still hear the melodic voices at the table I’m at, but I blocked them out, so mesmerized by my boyfriend.

He lazily brought his hand to point towards an empty room to the left. He then nodded, smiling even more at my obfuscation. He got up from his seat, muttering something to the family members at the table, and walked into the room, looking at me the whole time.

…right…

“Oh, if you’ll excuse me, I really have to use the ladies room.” I explained while getting up from my seat and walking towards the secluded room Sasuke was in. I could hear a few questions about why I wasn’t heading towards the bathroom, and albeit I felt guilty, it died down once I entered the dark room.

I started glancing around, looking for the expected man, when I felt strong arms around my waist, pulling me towards the corner of the room. I shrieked at first, surprised by the sudden kidnapping.

Once I was leaned against the wall, the grip loosened and dark eyes pierced into mine. “Having fun?” He asked with a playful smirk, melting me on the spot.

I smiled as well. “Why yes I am.”

“Sorry to take you away so quickly, but I know how nosy my grandma could get. I also had to save you from the annoying ways of my cousin.”

“Sasuke, your family is wonderful. That can’t possible be why you took me away.”

He sighed. “Fine. They were hogging you.”

I giggled. “Sasuke-kun, seriously, it’s a family reunion. I think it’s kind of the point.”

“You’re still mine…” He started trailing light kisses down my neck as I continued laughing.

“I know that, silly. And please, we all know that you’re the most handsome person in this family.”

He smirked against my skin, and I could feel it. The chuckles he was letting out caused hot air to tickle my skin, leaving me breathless while also causing giggles to emit from my dry mouth.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?”

The kisses to my neck were getting me overwhelmed and flushed, but I still managed to answer with, “No, you didn’t. But that’s okay. I got much more of an answer.”

“What?”

“Well, you smiled.”

He looked up from his work on my neck, confusion evident in his eyes. “I smile all the time, Sakura.”

“No! That’s a smirk! A smile is different. You only smile on special occasions—and when you do, I totally love it.”

He scoffed. “What’s the difference between a smirk and a smile?”

“Well, with a smile, you show your teeth. I like your teeth.” And with one swift motion, he was down at my neck again and he bit hard. I yelped in surprise and pain.

“Sasuke-kun, what are you doing?”

He looked up innocently. “You said you liked my teeth…”

“Sasuke, stop!”

“What, is it turning you on?

“…maybe…”

And with that, he captured my lips with his, synchronizing us in a passionate kiss. He pushed me even further into the wall, me leaning into his warmth while moaning quietly—charged by the little tingles his mouth gave to me.

And our kiss was broken (again) with an announcer outside, startling us both. I looked up at him, smiling charmingly. “I love this song…”

He smirked himself, leaning closer to me, and his lips hovering over mine. “Really…?”

I giggled lightly. “Sasuke-kun, dance with me.” He frowned before I added a, “Please…”

“Hn,”

I laughed again, but for another reason. “Sasuke, you have red lipstick on you.” The chuckles increased as I wiped it off him, a blush placed on my face from the very thought of what I did to get that color on his thin lips. Sasuke smirked at my embarrassment, making it even more difficult to clean.

“Is it all off?” I nodded.

“So, are you going to dance with me, Sasuke-sama, the love of my freaking life who I could just not live without since you’re just that amazing because—”

He grabbed my arm, pulling me onto the dance floor, and assuming the position. He had my hand clasped in his—the classic way of dancing. But, even though I’m extremely classy, I like the mushy-gushy, romantic way. So I threw my arms around him, digging my head into his shoulder, while his arms wrapped around my waist.

“‘Cause it’s you and me
And all of the people
With nothing to do
Nothing to lose.”

I snuggled deeper into his chest, knowing that this was a true moment of bliss.

Why?

Because, psh, we found our song!

And how do I know?

Well, you see, Lifehouse kind of owns my life, so it already gets some well-deserved praise. And then we’re dancing to it. Sasuke actually hates dancing, so this is totally a development. Seriously.

And the lyrics mean so much. We’re so in love (I think—again) and all that jazz. It just clicks.

For serious.

“And I don’t know why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

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So I got my (our) song off my list of things to do in the most perfect—

WAIT! Sakura has got an ingenious plan (what else is new?). I decided that I don’t want a perfect relationship, because nothing is perfect, and no matter how much I want them to be, they can’t be perfect.

But being happy doesn’t mean that everything’s perfect. It means that you’ve decided to see beyond the imperfections.

And although Sasuke is hardly imperfect (have you see him?), he does have a few flaws (I’m his girlfriend). I mean, I’m incredibly annoying and self-righteous and constantly want things my way.

But he always tries so hard (and usually succeeds) to have it that way.

And that’s why I know that this is love and this fabulous and this is music-filled, and even though I didn’t tell Sasuke that we have a song, or that he still hasn’t kissed me in the rain, I know what this relationship is.

It’s perfectly imperfect.

Gah, Sakura is just so obnoxious in this story, it makes me sick. And then I think, "Julia, you do the same thing..." I'm so shameless and contradictory.

ANYWAYS, you lovely people, this is late, for the usual reasons, but I decided to list them, not for your sake (of course, it can be used for that if you'd like), but for mine. I need some serious soul-cleansing.

Reasons for Unexplicable Lateness:

1) half was written a while ago, but then I changed the plot of it, even though someone had another amazing idea.
2) I lost this half, but Alice-darling got it back for me.
3) writers block. this disease seriously needs a cure.
4) I feel like it's getting monotonous (the story - is it?) and I always have to go back and change it.
5) other stories have captured me in. (my very own fairytale, just another love story, etc)
6) I have a busy summer. (don't ask how I still update everything else...)
7) I have a life (that I don't use often).
8) it was completed yesterday (besides editing), but then my friends decided to sleep over my house (FINE, I invited them)
9) I had to sleep when they left, and I was tired.
10) my tummy hurts, so it's taking longer to update...

There you go. And, again, I'm terribly sorry.

Please don't disown me (and my story, of course).

(any ideas for P? I've got a few, but your feedback is always quite lovely)