Okay, I have to admit that this story is pretty cheesey.
But hey, I wrote it to satisfy my teenage girl needs! :P
Read and Review, please!!!
"Hinata," Sasuke said, seemingly emotionless.
I looked up from my book to see his midnight hair swaying in the spring breeze. His equally dark eyes stared at me intently.
It's been a while since he's looked at me like that. It's been a while since we've both been here.
We were both reading on my porch.
Ever since we were little kids, we would drag our mothers to the library. I always went directly to the books about love and romance. Sasuke would stick to sports stories. After checking out our new treasures, we would skip all the way to my house and read on my porch.
After middle school started, we had stopped doing it. Back then, hanging out with a guy meant that you were a couple. It made Sasuke and me feel awkward, so we basically ended our friendship.
I missed having somebody accompany me to the library, and I think Sasuke did too.
For some reason, we drifted farther apart in high school. It was as if we were complete strangers. Sasuke was in his tight, popular clique of Kiba and Shikamaru. I was condemned to be in the outcasts with Shino and Choji.
Then something happened.
I saw Sasuke outside a Wal-Mart during holiday break in our second year of college. Actually, he saw me first. I had slipped on some ice while carrying a heavy load of groceries for a Christmas Eve meal. It was Sasuke who helped me up.
Then, out of the blue, he invited me to go to the library with him, just like old times.
So I did.
Now it's been four years, and we're back together.
This time, we're not just friends anymore.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Do you like the book Memoirs of a Geisha?" he asked.
"I don't know; I've never read it," I answered.
"Here," Sasuke grunted.
He held out the book he was reading. It happened to be Memoirs of a Geisha. I didn't take it.
"Sasuke, I can't borrow your library book," I said. "I'll check it out next time we go. Thank you, though."
"It's not a library book. I bought it," he replied.
"Oh," I said.
He gently but firmly placed the book in my hands. I studied the cover. There had to be a reason that Sasuke was giving me this book.
I knew that he wasn't the romantic type. So of course he wouldn't give me a book that had a reputation for extreme romance. It would be more subtle yet tasteful, like a geisha.
"Thank you, Sasuke-kun." I smiled.
"Well, aren't you going to read it?" he asked.
"Of course!" I obeyed.
I eagerly turned to the first page of my new book. After all, the novel I was previously reading was getting boring. I hoped that Memoirs of a Geisha would be better. Inside it, there was a deep blue silk bookmark. On it, there were words stitched with a shimmery, silver thread.
"Will you marry me?" I read aloud.
Realizing what I just said, I gasped and looked up from my book at Sasuke. He was on his knee, and he held a small box in his hand. A gleaming ring sat inside of it.
"Let me be the one who asks," he said. "Hinata Hyuga, will you marry me?"
With a smile on my face and a single tear rolling down my cheek, I answered, "Yes."