Just Another Love Story

Chapter Six
Silver-Lined Clouds

“Too many miss the silver lining
Because they’re expecting gold.”
-Maurice Setter

Okay, seriously, there are a lot of things you just don’t need to know in life. And since no one in this world seems to understand, I have composed a list.

List of Things In This World That Should Remain Unknown
(to Sakura Haruno)

1) what’s said in locker rooms
2) why they call the airport a ‘terminal’
3) why little kids know more than anyone should at such an age
4) why Sasuke is incredibly hott and delicious
5) THAT MY BEST FRIEND LOST HER VIRGINITY TO MY OTHER BEST FRIEND ON PROM NIGHT AND I HEARD NO WORD OF IT—THAT SKANKY WHORE!

Ahem.

…

It’s not like I’d want to know that last one anyways.

So what if they keep me out of the loop on one of the most revolutionary things that has every happened in my short life?

So what if they made me think that miracles couldn’t happen?

(sorry Hina-chan! it’s just a tad unbelievable that you’d be able to stay conscious through the whole, well, thing)

I mean, sure, I wasn’t at the prom due to my daddy’s job change, but it’s nice to know that the age-old cliché actually happened!

But let’s move on to more important things, instead of such a trivial matter such as Hinata’s deflowering.

Like that I totally got the job as a teacher! I’m so excited!

And that Sasuke took me out to celebrate. He brought me to this 50’s diner with girls on roller-skates, and it kinda made me want to switch my profession, but then I changed my mind when Sasuke paid just ‘cause he wants me to save my money.

What a loser.

(iloveyou)

“Sakura?”

I turned to the speaker. “Yeah?”

He smirked, his eyes no longer holding that nervousness that they have wielded since a few weeks now. “Tonight?”

I smiled maliciously, ready to blow his ego and put a frown on that grinning face, ‘cause that’s just what I do (all in a days work). “Well, you see, I don’t know,”

His face fell. Okay, not really, since he’s Uchiha Sasuke, and he shows no emotion—especially disappointment. His eyes just slanted slightly and he raised an eyebrow. “What?”

I then broke out in hysterical giggles, completely taken over by the hilarity of the situation. I slapped his arm with playfulness, still laughing like crazy. “I’m just kidding, Sasuke, I’ll be there.”

He grunted in annoyance and went back to the coffee machine. He turned towards me, noticing the cup already placed in my hand. “Tough day?” I turned toward him, confusion evident on my face. He pointed to the drink. “It’s pretty early to be shoving down coffee.”

“Oh, well I didn’t get any sleep last night. Today is the day that they go shopping for wedding rings, and you and I are supposed to go, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to take it.”

Now it was his turn to have a confused look on his face. “Why?”

I sighed, running my hand through my messy hair in frustration. “It’s just, well, they’re getting married—they’re in love. And all I can do is think that maybe I’ll never find love, and maybe I was never destined for it.” I sat down on the windowsill, staring off into the storm that was beginning, realizing how perfect the weather was. “But I want to be fated for it…” I trailed off, blinking back tears that I felt coming.

Sasuke is just not the kind of guy you go to for sentimental crap. He doesn’t know how to comfort, and that’s okay. He’s a listener.

So he nodded, patting my shoulder in a comforting matter, but nothing that could really assure me that I could find love.

But it was okay. I didn’t expect a big proclamation that I was a great girl and would find someone, or that any guy would be lucky to have me.

But I got concerned (ish) eyes, and an ear that was willing to take in a lot of crappy sentimental talk.

And suddenly, the dark clouds outside started to clear up, the sunlight peaking through.

“This is gorgeous!” I pointed out towards Hinata—yes, I’m upset, but I’m playing the Maid of Honor, and that’s a large title with capitals and all, so I must be upbeat and keep her from buying something inexpensive.

Although, after what I found out last night, she should be getting some cheap ring.

…

Never mind. Hina-chan’s just too precious to not spoil her. Naruto would know. That boy treats her right, and I bet he comforts her when she’s upset.

Unlike some people I know.

And speaking of that person, he’s currently sulking in his little emo corner when he should be helping for he is the Best Man and has some serious responsibilities to live up to.

So I quietly and politely excuse myself from Hinata, saying I have to have a chat with Mr. Grumpy-pants, and she nods, agreeing wholeheartedly. I’d excuse myself from Naruto, but he’s too busy looking at an orange ring which is like, yeah, scary.

“Hey,” he glanced up at me, nodded in greeting, then looked back down to the carpeted floor. What a freak.

I sighed, sitting down next to him on the chair. “You know, it’s your liability to make sure that Naruto doesn’t do anything—which includes you making sure he doesn’t buy that orange ring, or the orange boxers for the wedding night.”

He got a look of disgust, and then snorted. “What makes you think that I talk to him about what happens when they do it—you know, not for the first time or anything.”

“Yeah, I know!” I practically screamed.

What, a gal can’t be upset that she didn’t know about important things like this?

Well guess what?

She can!

Because, seriously, I was not informed, and that’s kinda just not cool.

But whatever.

“Well why not? It’s still an important thing.”

He shrugged. “So when you get married, I can talk about this stuff with you?”

…

He did not just go there.

Really.

I never knew someone could crush all these dreams and hopes with one simple question.

Really, it shouldn’t even be legal. Or possible.

And the reason for my lost-cause-ness?

Firstly: Sasuke asked about when I got married, if he could talk about stuff, and that would mean that he wouldn’t be marrying me, so he just made me lose all hope in any relationship that could have developed between us—and that’s like, bad.

Secondly: He totally sounds gay by saying that. The only guy who can talk to a girl about what she’s going to do on her freaking wedding night is either her veryveryvery best friend (I’d just say gay, but after the movie Maid of Honor thingy, I can’t say it because Patrick Dempsey is just too smexy and delicious), or her gay buddy.

But Sasuke can’t be gay!

Seriously.

That would completely break my heart, you have no idea.

“Um, Sasuke, you are heterosexual, right?”

He scoffed, completely offended by the accusation, so I took that as a definite good thing. “Of course I am. What kind of question is that?”

I smiled sheepishly. “Well the whole ‘talk to you about getting it on with your future hubbie’ thing was just a little too gay for my taste. But that’s just me of course.”

“Well we wouldn’t exactly talk about it if we were to do it that night. We’d probably just let it go with the flow.” And I was caught dead in my tracks with his words. My mouth couldn’t move, and neither could my head or eyes, because I remained staring at him for quite some time.

He smirked at my befuddlement, got up, and walked towards the couple picking out their rings. I was still in mid-air for a few more minutes before I shook my head, understanding the situation at hand.

Which is amazing. Duh.

Right, first off, Sasuke like, believes in love, because he stated that he’d do it with me, since we’d get married, which means he’d love me, which means he could love me, and that’s like, a billion things in one that are amazing about me and Sasuke.

Me and Sasuke.

Sasuke and Sakura.

Hm, I like it.

“So, what are you doing tonight?” I looked up at him, my eyes squinting from the sun reflecting on the windows of the café as I gave him a questioning glance, wondering if it was a rhetorical question.

I raised an eyebrow. “…Going to the roof with you?”

“No, I mean tonight we’re going to pick out themes for the table settings with Naruto and Hinata, and after they were going out to this club, so I wanted to know if you wanted to go.”

I looked over mischievously, smiling innocently. “And what would this be exactly?”

He caught my drift, for he smirked maliciously, placing his head on his palm that was resting on the counter between us, looking very delicious while he leaned against the bar, his eyes slightly closed and his lips tight and thin. “What do you think it is?”

Ugh. I hate reverse psychology. I mean, really.

But I still managed to fall all over myself, looking like an idiot.

“Well, uh, um,” I stopped myself, straightening out, and smiling sweetly. “What time should Hinata and I meet you there?”

He answered with a curt “Nine,” and I nodded, heading back towards the kitchen, talk to Hinata for a while, then call Ino, and later contemplate on calling The Ex just to gloat about my hot date tonight.

“And if you stop and think about it
You won’t believe it’s true;
That all the love he’s been giving
Has all been meant for you.”
-Justin Hayward

Only I, The Ultimate Bitch, would update this a few weeks late, and leave it with a cliffhanger that won’t be answered for about a week and a half since I’m going on vacation.

Sigh.

I blame croc-wearers.
So, by chance, if you’re wearing crocs, you’re at fault.
Go kill yourself.
(not really, of course, of course)

SMILE!
You know me!