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title: opposites attract way too much, in my opinion
pairing: sasuke/sakura
summary: ten ways to know that uchiha sasuke loves you.
notes: because, of course, it is friday.
I am pissed. I am really fucking pissed, and the reason, of course, is the same as always:
Uchiha Sasuke.
I mean. Okay. I don’t even know why I’m dating an asshole like him. Well, I know-but it’s just times like these when I’m not sure if it’s worth it. So you, diary dearest, are going to be my outlet because Ino is in the Bahamas or Hawaii or somewhere, where there are hot guys roaming around topless (which, by the way, is so not fair).
Basically, we got in an argument. Again. Over this girl, Karin, who’s pretty much been pining after him ever since she transferred in. Which, really, isn’t anything I’m not used to-but she’s so freaking assertive, oh my God, it’s scary.
So when Sasuke-kun and I were talking today, we briefly mentioned her in passing-and I made a joke that Karin was pretty attractive, in her own exotic way, and he just suddenly got all pissy and asked if I was accusing him of cheating.
I mean, what the hell? It was just a joke, oh my God, and he took it as if I just walked up to him and said I could smell her all over him.
And there’s the thing. I know that he’s pissy sometimes, and he has more mood swings than I do, but…if he suddenly went off like some explosive, does that mean he is cheating on me? Is that why he was so sensitive about it?
…For the record, Diary, you suck. You can’t even talk. Comfort me, or something.
Okay, how about this? I compile a list of reasons to tell how Sasuke-kun loves me. Ten things he does for me, and not for Karin. Or anyone else, for that matter. How does that sound? Good? Okay. Let’s do this.
10. When my phone runs out of batteries (as it often does), he lets me use it to text Ino. And I text. A lot. And due to his lack of texting, well…he doesn’t really have a plan.
9. He sits through all of my complaints about my period cramps.
8. That cell phone charm-he got it for me for no reason, when I was completely broke. I still have it now. It’s all battered and old, but it’s still one of my most favorite things in the world.
7. That one time, when I missed two weeks of school since I was so freaking sick, he pulled an all-nighter with me to help me learn the entire pre-Calc unit that I was never taught. He even got me Starbucks in the morning. And that afternoon. (And I got 88% on that exam-not bad, considering I learned it all in about roughly twelve hours.)
6. He endures Ino. End of story.
5. When it’s a Friday night and one in the morning and I’m drunk and Ino disappears somewhere, he’ll still come and pick me up. Even if we’re at the club on the other side of town. Where that creeper Orochimaru works. And trust me, he hates Orochimaru. (But it’s a good club-what can I say?)
4. There’s this way that he pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes and exhales, slow and long, when our priorities clash. Like that time when I asked about his parents and didn’t take the hint when he changed the subject, he just looked at me with those smoldering eyes and held his breath for exactly six seconds, before exhaling. And then he said my name once, in this terribly breathy voice, like he was so tired and so ready to kick me out-but he didn’t do that. He didn’t yell, either. He just said my name. But…for him, it was like begging. For me, he begged.
3. Sometimes, when I’m really caught in the moment, I forget that he doesn’t really like sentiments, and I tell him I love him. I know that we’re only seventeen and the chances of us lasting aren’t very big-but I want to believe that we will, I really do-and when I tell him I love him, he ruffles the back of his hair and sighs, but doesn’t say anything. I don’t think he can bring himself to say anything, but to make up for that, he pulls me into this long embrace. And he just holds me.
2. When I accidentally singed his hair with a lighter when I was trying to light the candle on his birthday cupcake, he didn’t kill me.
1. He just-he’s just with me, and he’s there, even if he can’t express himself as well as I’d like him to-and the thing is, Diary, he tries. He tries so hard, and isn’t that, in itself, enough? Because Sasuke-kun never tries, but for me, he goes to the ends of the earth. That has to be enough, right? That has to be.
Wait. Why am I even asking you? You’re just a book.
Well, I suppose I’ll answer for you. Of course it’s enough. Of course it is.
pairing: sasuke/sakura
summary: ten ways to know that uchiha sasuke loves you.
notes: because, of course, it is friday.
I am pissed. I am really fucking pissed, and the reason, of course, is the same as always:
Uchiha Sasuke.
I mean. Okay. I don’t even know why I’m dating an asshole like him. Well, I know-but it’s just times like these when I’m not sure if it’s worth it. So you, diary dearest, are going to be my outlet because Ino is in the Bahamas or Hawaii or somewhere, where there are hot guys roaming around topless (which, by the way, is so not fair).
Basically, we got in an argument. Again. Over this girl, Karin, who’s pretty much been pining after him ever since she transferred in. Which, really, isn’t anything I’m not used to-but she’s so freaking assertive, oh my God, it’s scary.
So when Sasuke-kun and I were talking today, we briefly mentioned her in passing-and I made a joke that Karin was pretty attractive, in her own exotic way, and he just suddenly got all pissy and asked if I was accusing him of cheating.
I mean, what the hell? It was just a joke, oh my God, and he took it as if I just walked up to him and said I could smell her all over him.
And there’s the thing. I know that he’s pissy sometimes, and he has more mood swings than I do, but…if he suddenly went off like some explosive, does that mean he is cheating on me? Is that why he was so sensitive about it?
…For the record, Diary, you suck. You can’t even talk. Comfort me, or something.
Okay, how about this? I compile a list of reasons to tell how Sasuke-kun loves me. Ten things he does for me, and not for Karin. Or anyone else, for that matter. How does that sound? Good? Okay. Let’s do this.
10. When my phone runs out of batteries (as it often does), he lets me use it to text Ino. And I text. A lot. And due to his lack of texting, well…he doesn’t really have a plan.
9. He sits through all of my complaints about my period cramps.
8. That cell phone charm-he got it for me for no reason, when I was completely broke. I still have it now. It’s all battered and old, but it’s still one of my most favorite things in the world.
7. That one time, when I missed two weeks of school since I was so freaking sick, he pulled an all-nighter with me to help me learn the entire pre-Calc unit that I was never taught. He even got me Starbucks in the morning. And that afternoon. (And I got 88% on that exam-not bad, considering I learned it all in about roughly twelve hours.)
6. He endures Ino. End of story.
5. When it’s a Friday night and one in the morning and I’m drunk and Ino disappears somewhere, he’ll still come and pick me up. Even if we’re at the club on the other side of town. Where that creeper Orochimaru works. And trust me, he hates Orochimaru. (But it’s a good club-what can I say?)
4. There’s this way that he pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes and exhales, slow and long, when our priorities clash. Like that time when I asked about his parents and didn’t take the hint when he changed the subject, he just looked at me with those smoldering eyes and held his breath for exactly six seconds, before exhaling. And then he said my name once, in this terribly breathy voice, like he was so tired and so ready to kick me out-but he didn’t do that. He didn’t yell, either. He just said my name. But…for him, it was like begging. For me, he begged.
3. Sometimes, when I’m really caught in the moment, I forget that he doesn’t really like sentiments, and I tell him I love him. I know that we’re only seventeen and the chances of us lasting aren’t very big-but I want to believe that we will, I really do-and when I tell him I love him, he ruffles the back of his hair and sighs, but doesn’t say anything. I don’t think he can bring himself to say anything, but to make up for that, he pulls me into this long embrace. And he just holds me.
2. When I accidentally singed his hair with a lighter when I was trying to light the candle on his birthday cupcake, he didn’t kill me.
1. He just-he’s just with me, and he’s there, even if he can’t express himself as well as I’d like him to-and the thing is, Diary, he tries. He tries so hard, and isn’t that, in itself, enough? Because Sasuke-kun never tries, but for me, he goes to the ends of the earth. That has to be enough, right? That has to be.
Wait. Why am I even asking you? You’re just a book.
Well, I suppose I’ll answer for you. Of course it’s enough. Of course it is.