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daybreak-delusion · 4 years

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Chapter 5

Introduction: Whitney Goodwinson was planning on inheriting one of her deceased grandmother's properties, but not a little house off the coast of North Carolina. As she struggles to meet new people, fix up her new property, deal with troublemaker JJ Maybank, and perfect her grandmother's infamous lemonade she might just find that the Outer Banks has more to offer than it seems.

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Turns out JJ had been working at the “Lemon House” since he was 12 years old. The local kids had apparently been calling it that since before the dawn of time. The house belonged to Grandmother and her family, it was the only property that had ever been completely hers. During the summertime to make extra money, they would sell fresh-squeezed lemonade. I hadn't noticed it before but in the trees to the right of the house was a small greenhouse with a lemon tree grove inside. After Grandmother married Grandfather she would only come for the month of July and her lemonade stand would be packed. JJ said that it was the best months when “Vicky” would come stay at the house and make fresh lemonade for all of the kids. Apparently, the house was “neutral territory” from the two sides of the island, Figure Eight and the Cut. Figure Eight was home to the Kooks, the rich side of Outer Banks. Apparently, Kooks are stuck up, rich, ruthless brats who never had to work a day in their lives.

“You’d fit right in with them, sunshine,” JJ laughed reaching for another beer out of the ice chest. We were sitting on the dock in front of the Lemon House. After our little confrontation, JJ made another joke about my ass, and then I decided he was alright. Grandmother trusted him, so I trust him. Grandmother had a way of figuring people out. Some called her two-faced but she was just trying to survive. So I decided to give JJ and myself a break by day drinking. I honestly hated controlling people, who didn’t deserve it of course and just wanted to test JJ and see how he would react.

“Please you don’t even know me,” I stated, sipping some of my beer which had gotten a little warm. I still couldn't believe the heat of this place, it was excruciating.

“We could fix that you know, get to know each other a little better. I could even think of a few boning exercises we could, uh, participate in,” said JJ with another smirk. He’d been making these kinds of jokes all day and it was getting old. The first few times I felt something in the pit of my stomach, but then realized this is just probably how JJ acted all the time.

“Ha, ha no thank you. Please continue your East Egg, West Egg story.”

“I still don’t get your references, but whatever. So the Kooks think that they own the whole island just because they can use their daddies money to buy anything they want.”

“Ew.”

“Ew?”

“Yeah ew that’s gross, why would their parents let them do that? They won't learn anything about the real world and hard work if they piggyback on their parents' wealth.”

“What and you’re not like that, miss ‘this is my house, my rules,’” said JJ mimicking my voice to sound like a prepubescent boy.

“Oh shut up, I was just seeing if you would pass the test.”

“Oh what test, you just wanted an excuse to get close to me.”

“Shut up and finish your story!” I said impatiently.

“Nuh not until you explain your ‘hard work makes you a better person’ bullshit.”

“Hey hard work does make you a better person, look my family is very well off, obviously, who just gives away houses, but when I turned 18 I was on my own, cut off from my parents and grandparents money. My grandfather grew up in a small mountain town in California with a population of maybe 500 people. During the wintertime, these rich families would come and stay at these fancy resorts where he was a waiter. He worked at that place for eight years. He worked his ass off through college and medical school where he showed he had talent, not because of his parents’ bank account or by how many boats he owned, but by pure talent and it paid off. He had it all: a beautiful wife, three children, and a whole lot of money. Then when my aunt turned 18, she was cut off and had to start over just like he did, but my grandfather taught her and the rest of his children about hard work and dedication. My father taught me the same morals, so growing up while my boarding school friends got to go to parties all the time and go to Vegas for three day weekends I was working as our librarian's assistant.

“Wait, you went to boarding school?”

“Really that’s what you got from my story, really?”

“Yeah pretty much also you were a librarian?”

“I was an assistant librarian, anyways you still need to finish your story! You already told me about the Soches I need to know who the Greasers are.”

“Are you even speaking English? Anyways the other side of the island, The Cut, is home of the Pogues, the greatest people in the world,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh I’m sure.”

“Anyways we’re basically the bottom of the barrel, low life troublemakers according to everyone else. I don’t really mind it. I like the life I live and wouldn't change it for the world. We get to do what we want whenever we want”

“Hm sounds nice, but what are your plans for the future”

“Honestly I thought I would be in jail at this point,” he said completely honestly.

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not! I mean two years ago there was this hurricane and some friends and I kinda caught a break and stumbled upon a treasure hunt kinda thing that was supposed to change everything, but it turned out to be a bust,” he said sipping more of his beer. He had a sad look in his eyes so I decided to hold back my Goonies joke and changed the subject.

“So, Pogues basically live like there's no tomorrow?”

“Yeah, basically. After this summer things are gonna change though.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well my friends and I all graduated, some are even going to college, but me and my friend John B are just gonna work for a while.”

“Wait, you graduated high school?” I joked

“Yeah, I’m not as stupid as I look”

“You sure about that?”

“You’ve known me for, what, a day? Even less? You don��t know me,” he had a satisfied look on his face so I decided to keep my observations to myself. There were still some holes to fill, but I had a pretty good idea of who JJ Maybank was. I was guessing a single household and judging by his crude behavior and drinking habit he probably lived with his father. Past tense, of course, the way he talked about his friend John B’s house made it seem like it was his as well. What I really didn’t want to bring up was the obvious abuse from his father. From the way, he joked, didn’t care about his future, and faded scars suggested that he had either gone to war or had an abusive relative. If he was smart he would go into the Army or the Navy to do something with his life, but JJ seemed more free-spirited than that. So for now I guess he’ll mow Grandmother's lawn.

“Ha, you’d be surprised how well I can read people,” just then I got the dreaded text saying that Rafe was picking me up in 20 minutes, “ugh I have to go get ready for dinner before you go can you tell me your work schedule?”

“Oh right yeah,” I wanted to believe that there was disappointment in his eyes, but quickly pushed those thoughts down, “Um I usually mow the lawn once a week, trim the hedges every other week, and weed the garden and pick lemons every other day”

“What have you been doing with the lemons?”

“Oh I just take them to the farmers market and sell them”

“Ah, so you’re stealing from my property now?” I teased.

“Oh no, no it’s not like that I just didn't want them to go to waste I mean I didn't-”

“JJ it’s okay I’m glad you didn’t just throw them away and put them to good use”

“I tried making her lemonade, but it just didn’t seem right,” he said with a sad tone. I really hoped he was being genuine.

“Oh well, maybe we can try it again? I’d like to continue the tradition for now. Anyways keep to your regular work schedule and I’ll make up a new one for you by the end of this week. Would you be willing to help out with maintenance work? I’d pay you extra.”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds great and I think I can do that”

“Okay perfect, when will I see you again?”

“Well I’m free tonight if you want to practice those bonding exercises?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking like a fool. A cute fool. Stop it, Whitney!

“I meant your work schedule dumb-ass, when will you be by again to pull the weeds?”

“Oh um what day is it again?”

“It’s Friday.”

“Oh then I’ll be here tomorrow”

“Alright see you then,” I said, extending my hand for him to shake.

“Yeah, um see you then,” JJ awkwardly took my hand like it was a dead fish.

“Is that really how you shake a person’s hand?”

“Sorry, you just caught me off guard, who shakes hands anymore?”

“Professionals do JJ, next time I extend my hand to you better have a proper handshake”

“I’m on it your majesty,” he said as he saluted me.

“Goodbye JJ,” I finally said walking back up the stone path.

“Good luck in Kook Land Whitney,” He yelled to me, smiling like a fool.

It was the first time he had actually said my name and I had to say I liked the way it sounded.

I quickly got ready for what was going to be the most awkward dinner of my life. Since I didn’t have time to shower or anything (gross) I pulled my hair back into a sleek bun and pinned up any loose hairs. For make-up, I put on my normal country club look and slipped on a white babydoll dress. I kept jewelry simple small diamond studs, with a matching bracelet, and a silver chain necklace with a wave pendant. The necklace was a gift from Grandmother, the last thing she gave me in person. She said that it was special to her and that it would bring me good karma. A lot of good it was doing now, I was on a divided island and was about to have dinner with a bunch of robots. Just then I got a text:

Rafe: I’m outside when you’re ready

A true gentleman.

The drive in Rafe’s truck was silent except for the music playing from a local music station. As we drove through Figure Eight I couldn't help but look at all of the beautiful houses. They were huge compared to the small cottage that I was currently living in. They weren't as big as the mansion my parents had just inherited or even my childhood home, but they were beautiful. We drove along a long driveway that came open to the Island Club. When Rafe finally spoke he told me that the club was also a hotel. It looked like it was out of a fairy tale with its peaked roofs and white windows. We pulled into the valet and a man in a white button-down shirt opened the door for me. I was half expecting Rafe to offer me his arm, but he just trudged ahead. We came to a big dining hall where other rich and important families sat. The Camerons were sitting by the front of the dining hall at a rectangle-shaped table next to a ceiling to floor window. It was dusk and the sun was just starting to set outside. It was weird not seeing the sun sink into the ocean, but the sky looked amazing. I was pulled from the stunning view of Rose Carmen's caked face.

“Whitney! You look exquisite in that dress,” said Rose standing up to greet me with a hug. She was sitting to the right of Ward who was at the head of the table Next to Rose was a young teenage girl with glasses and dark hair. To Ward’s left sat a girl who looked about my age. She had long straight hair that I would die for and tan skin. She held an uninterested look on her face that told me this was the last place she wanted to be.

“You are too kind Mrs. Cameron, I simply cannot compare to your family tonight,” was my rebuttal to the compliment. I wasn't lying this time, the Camerons were a good looking family. I noticed the sour look on one of Rose’s daughters, wait, step-daughter, as she rolled her eyes at me.

“Oh honey please just call me Rose and you are too kind,” she sat back down and gestured to an empty chair on the other side of the table. I nodded to Ward and took a seat next to the older looking sister and Rafe sat at the other head of the table.

“Whitney I’d like to introduce you to the rest of our family, this is Wheezie,” she said gesturing to the glasses-wearing girl to her right.

“It’s nice to meet you Wheezie,” I said, trying to keep the shock/amusement out of my voice.

“And this is Sarah,” continued Rose now looking at the girl that was seated to my right, unaware of my struggle to stay professional, “I believe you two are the same age.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sarah,” I said, turning to look at the girl trying to be nice. I really did want to try and make friends, even if I was only gonna be here for the summer.

“Likewise,” replied Sarah. Yup, she definitely wanted to be somewhere else.

“So Whitney, how are takin’ to the OBX?” Ward asked me. Ah so, the interrogation began.

“It’s been nice. It’s a lot more humid than California, but I think I’ll get used to it”

“About California, has your family lived there very long?” interrupted Rose, causing a look from Ward.

“Yes, my father’s company headquarters is in San Diego so I’ve lived there all my life.”

“San Diego?” Sarah surprisingly interrupted, “that’s where SeaWorld is right?”

“Oh that must be so fun to go too, seeing all of those fish and dolphins,” Rose added innocently. Sarah gave her a look of disappointment and was waiting for my answer with anticipation as if this question would shift the way the rest of the night went. I’d have to be careful with my words.

“Um yes, it is, however my family and I are not supportive of the company. The captivating of Killer Whales is a huge controversy where I’m from. I don’t believe that those creatures should be held in captivity.” There was a pause of silence.

“That’s really interesting Whitney,” said Rose, not sounding interested at all.

“Thank you, Rose,” I continued pretending I ignored her dull sounding voice, “the abuse of sea life for public enjoyment is not discussed enough in our society. My father's company has donated annually to charities in support of taking care of these issues.”

“Ah yes interesting indeed,” said Ward taking a long drink of his scotch. I knew it was time to change the subject.

“So Mr. Cameron do you like fishing?”

The rest of the night went like this, chatting back and forth about the weather, food, and other things to do in the Outer Banks. The food was amazing: a three-course meal of an appetizer, entree, and dessert. The conversation at the table was basically just Rose, Ward, and me. Rafe would make a few comments when we would talk about fishing and Sarah would bring up the best beaches to go to for tanning.

“Do you by any chance know of any good beaches for surfing?” I asked. I had been dying to get back in the water and the internet only suggested the most popular beaches. I figured a local would know of the best spots.

“Oh um I’m not really an expert on those beaches, but I have some friends who would know some good places!” said Sarah, at the mention of Sarah’s friends the rest of the table fell silent, “here give me your number and I’ll text you when the next time they go out!” She handed me her phone and I put my number in.

“Thank you so much! My board should be coming on Monday, so anytime after that, I’ll be free,” I said, handing her phone back to her.

“Cool, how long have you been surfing?”

“All my life basically, my mother grew up surfing and taught me at a young age and I’ve been surfing ever since”

“Awesome!”

“Anyways girls we should get going, Whitney, it was so nice to catch up with you,” said Rose coming around the table to give me another hug.

“Oh the pleasure was all mine,” I said standing up, “it was so nice to get acquainted with you all.”

“Oh, Whitney you must come by our house for brunch some time!”

“Yeah we'll see,” I said trying to lean towards the door not planning on taking her up on the offer.

“Alright Rafe take Whitney home and we’ll see you-“

“Actually,” interrupted Sarah, “I was thinking I could take Whitney home? She’s been hanging out with Rafe all afternoon and she needs some girl time.”

She said it as if her parents had already agreed to let her take me home. Before they could say another word Sarah took my hand and pulled me out of the Country Club.

“Goodbye!” I cried out as Sarah almost pulled my arm out of my socket and out of the restaurant.

a/n: A little longer chapter and I wont be posting again today :( . Also who didn’t think Wheezies name was kinda ridiculous like I hope I’m not the only one. I’m going to start uploading longer chapters from now on because I just can’t wait for you guys to read more! Thanks again for reading it really means a lot and I’d love your feedback!

Edit: Also next update will be Monday!

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Sasusaku!!! Number 2. Childhood friends AU

2 -childhood best friends au

It had taken him their first full summer apart from each otherto realize his feelings for Sakura were not quite as platonic as he had alwaysthought them to be.

Ever since their mothers had befriended when they were onlyeight years old, the two of them had practically spent every day of their livestogether; at first awkwardly trying to bide their time, before steadilydeveloping a more familiar relationship—to then becoming the closest offriends.

They had been through nothing short of everythingtogether since then: from endlessly petty years of highschool and too embarrassingfamily dinners, to disastrous first dates and even more disastrous firstkisses; from scuffles and tussles with self-righteous jerks and snobby bimbos, to their sleep-depriving years of undergrad studies and sometimes downright barbarous partying.

Together, they had laughed and cried, and joked and fought, a constant presence in each other’s life, never spending more than a few days apart—and for the last sixteen years, that was all Sasuke ever knew. He had never had time to doubt, or ponder about the type of feelings he held for her.

(because to him, she was always just Sakura, his childhood best friend, his closest confidante, the girl he’d seen through in basically every state (just as she had with him); she was his rock, his greatest motivator, the one who always believed in him even when he couldn’t.)

Until now.

Eyes set on her thoughtfully, Sasuke watched his somehow now even prettier best friend talk, taking in the glow of her smile and the cute dimples to her cheeks, feeling his heart swell with warmth (in that way that it hadn’t seemed to be able to in the three months she was away). He swallowed as imperceptibly as he could. How had he not realized this before?

“You okay, Sasuke-kun?” he heard her ask, then, drawing him away from his thoughts.

Sasuke blinked quickly. Had he been staring too much? He fought the urge to clear his throat, turning his attention back to the restaurant menu in his hands. “I’m… fine.”

“Are you sure?” she said, voice laced with concern. It had him looking up again, finding her brows furrowed lightly. “You seem a little distracted.”

Yes, by you, his mind mumbled. He went back to the menu once more. “I’m sure,” he replied.

“Well… all right, if you say so,” she said, though the apprehension in tone did not fade. “You’ve just… You’ve been acting a little weird today.”

It was just like her to notice, he thought, sighing quietly.

To erase any suspicion, Sasuke forced a faint smirk to his lips. “Why?” he inquired. “Because I’m not saying anything? I’m sorry, I thought you would have been more than happy to have me wordlessly listening to you rambling for hours.” He paused here, his smirk growing wider. “Or were you not the one who’s always liked talking best all these years?”

Gasping, Sakura reached across the table to smack her hand against his arm. “Sasuke-kun! You’re so mean.” She stuck her tongue out at him, before giving him a smile, fingers reaching for her glass of wine. She sipped it gracefully. “Admit it, you actually missed having to suffer through all my babbling this summer.”

That he did, he acquiesced, mind briefly fluttering to the memory of his summer days: stagnant, all-too silent, and oddly empty. Within the first week already, Sakura’s presence was something he quickly found himself yearning for again—but it was different to miss her than it was to miss anyone else he cared for, he came to find out.

There was an ache to his longing this time, a craving for a warmth he’d never realized he’d lost before then, making him feel so lonely, so bland, so… incomplete. Something he never felt when Itachi, his own brother, left for grad school and became too busy to visit him more than once a year; or when Naruto, his other best friend, moved away to another state to live with his girlfriend and pursue his career in law.

(and it was then that he knew that things we not as he thought they were, that she meant something else to him in a way no one else did—because missing your best friend wasn’t supposed to make you feel like this.)

He was in love with her, he’d realized by the end of the summer. He was in love with Sakura.

“Tch, yeah, whatever,” Sasuke replied, rolling his eyes and seizing his own glass of red. He tried not to think too much about what they probably looked like. “I think you’re the one who missed having someone to torture with your stories.”

“Awe, am I holding you here against your will, Sasuke-kun?” she cooed, her smile turning quite teasing.

He slowly smirked again. “Haven’t you notice I’ve been trying to get out of this friendship for the past sixteen years?”

A burst of laughter slipped from her mouth at that, the sound bubbling pride in his chest.

“You’re such a jerk! You really are,” she said, grinning. Her eyes twinkled prettily. “But I missed you, too.”

His own eyes softened. “…Hm.”

“You know, actually—I take it back,” she declared hours later, soon after they’d taken their leave from the restaurant and started heading towards the city docks for a walk instead. “The thing about you being a jerk, I mean. You’ve been especially nice to me today.”

Swallowing lightly, Sasuke found himself fidgeting with the material inside his pants pockets. “Have I?” he asked, trying his best to sound as cool and unperturbed as he hoped he could be.

(heavens, she was too observant today.)

“Well, yeah,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She paused to sidestep a few strangers, trying to keep herself by his side as they weaved through massive crowds. The streets really were busy today. “You paid for my share of everything tonight, you got me these concert tickets for that band that you hate that I’ve been raving about seeing for like, years now, and you just gave me your jacket because I didn’t have the sense to bring something war—Oh! I’m so sorry, sir!”

Sasuke’s steps paused at the sound of her soft apology and he turned , frowning as he noticed her bowing quickly to a disgruntled man she had evidently bumped into by mistake. His frown deepened when the stranger simply grunted and continued on, leaving Sakura seemingly a little affronted.

“Well that was rude,” she said, when he’d made his way to her again.

“Don’t mind him, he looks American,” he muttered, before taking her hand in his, guiding her through the horde of bodies surrounding them once again. “You know most of them have no manners.”

The move had stunned her—he could tell by her lack of response, and listlessness of her hand in his. It didn’t surprise him; while he’d sometimes reached out to guide her through crowds before, he had never before taken her hand in his like this, usually opting to grab her wrist or arm instead.

Maybe she was even blushing, he mused to himself, finding his own cheeks warming at the thought. He kept his eyes steadily ahead of them for that, refusing to look at her before he was sure it had faded.

After a moment, though, she finally squeezed his hand back, letting him lead her through a path. Only when he was sure they were free of the mass did he drop her hand and shove his own into his pockets again, shifting to her with a slight jerk of his head.

“Alright, come on, let’s get to the docks already.”

She smiled brightly at him, green, green eyes so lovely under these streetlights. “Thanks, Sasuke-kun.”

He never wanted her to look at anyone else the way she was looking at him right now, he realized.

Sasuke turned away before he found himself blushing again.

“Flowers for the lovely couple?” a merchant—the third one in the past half hour, Sasuke couldn’t help but to note—asked, thrusting a bouquet of pretty roses their way, both of his brows raised with enticement. “Every man should buy his girlfriend roses on a perfect night like this.”

“No thank you,” Sakura responded, nodding politely at the man and offering a smile. “We’re just friends, actually.”

“Ah, really? My mistake, then.” But the merchant didn’t seem convinced at all.

Sakura shook her head. “Have you noticed this has been happening a lot today?” she asked him a moment later, when she was sure they were out of earshot. “I mean, I’m used to everyone thinking that we’re been dating at this point—since of course these days a guy and a girl can’t be just friends in their minds—but tonight, people seem especially confident in their assumptions about us.”

Maybe because I’m crazy about you and everyone and their mothers can see it—except you, Sasuke wanted to say, but deferred. “I guess three months apart gives them something more to see,” he said instead, shoulders rolling faintly into a shrug.

“Yeah, they’re probably just misinterpreting everything, as usual.”

Or were they really ever wrong at all? Sasuke thought, snorting quietly in his mind. The irony of the situation was truly laughable.

“Besides,” she said, giggling, “it can’t help that I’m wearing your jacket.”

“Hn.”

Sakura merely smiled at him. “This was a really nice night, though, Sasuke-kun—I really want to thank you for that. I’ve missed hanging out with you like this. Summer wasn’t the same without you.”

Sasuke’s eyes softened. “I know.” Don’t ever leave again, he thought.

(gods, he really loved this girl—he didn’t know how he’d never noticed it before.)

“Hey, hey! You two lovebirds! Want to buy jewelry to make this night even better? I’ve got all sorts here, bracelets, necklaces and rings—even some of those matching couples t-shirts everyone seems to have these days!”

“No thank you, we’re fine,” Sakura answered, once more nodding in acknowledgment.

“Awe, come on, lady. How about watches? I’ve got just the one your boyfriend might like!”

She momentarily glanced Sasuke’s way with mild exasperation and amusement, before replying, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

They heard the vendor sigh heavily, before he started muttering to himself, his words quickly fading to incoherence as they walked past hearing range.

Sakura couldn’t help but to giggle. “You see?” she exclaimed, poking him harshly in the chest. “Another one! I bet if everyone learned how long we’ve actually been friends, they’d stop thinking we were dating—I mean if something was supposed to happen between the two of us, it would have happened by now.”

His steps came to a sudden halt at that, mind whirling for a split moment. Had Sakura thought about the two of them—

“Not that I’m saying I wanted it to!” she immediately scrambled to rectify, then, eyes set on him quite nervously; Sakura must have seen something in his expression that spooked her. “Gods, of course not—us dating? Totally weird!” She laughed here, forced and completely agitated. “That would just—it would be so awkward, you know?”

The words hit him harder than he thought they could, sending his brows furrowing deeply and his hands curling into soft fists; before he knew it, Sasuke found himself blurting out, “Would it really be that wrong?”

(oh.

oh, shit.)

Sakura’s mouth slackened visibly at that, her pretty green eyes widening. His heart skipped a beat; he’d taken her completely off-guard.

Sasuke swallowed tightly. Well, his mind mumbled, fighting against the blush trying to rise over his face. He couldn’t just bury the hatchet now—Sakura would never let him get away with something like this until everything was out in the open.

So, he kept his stand, and carried through. “You and I, if we were to…” He trailed out, took a pause. He couldn’t even say the word. Mulling his lips, Sasuke tried again, “Do you really think it would be that ridiculous?”

A fierce flush took over her entire face, then. The sight had him swallowing tightly once more, chest pounding.

Until finally, Sakura whispered, a bit breathlessly, “Sasuke-kun… whatare you saying?”

I’m saying that I love you, and I want to be with you, if you’d let me, he thought, letting out a deep, impatient breath. But he never said it.

Instead, Sasuke did the only thing he could think of: he stepped forward, cupped the back of her head in one hand, and leaned in to kiss her.

Her mouth was so warm and soft against his—that was the first thing he thought about, when his lips had met hers. It felt nice against his own, a little electrifying even, urging his fingers to twine around her locks and his eyes to clench shut tighter, allowing him to savor in the feeling a little longer. She tasted like melon and red wine, like the syrup coated dumplings she’d had for dessert—and on any other day the taste would have had him pulling away; but in this moment, it tasted all so very Sakura, and he couldn’t care.

He needed this, if only just for once. Because if Sakura ended up rejecting him, if he could never have this again, he needed to know how it felt to kiss her, really kiss her, and—

Smooth lips moved, started shyly responding to his own, and Sasuke stiffened, mind blanking. Her small hands grabbed the firmness of his hips to hold him, and she kissed him deeper, sighing contently against his mouth. Intense waves of flutters washed over him, prompting him to start moving his lips again, kissing her more languidly, passionately. He wrapped his free arm around her to pull her devotedly close, angling his head in a more comfortable position.

It was a long moment before they finally pulled away.

Keeping her near, Sasuke stared at his pretty little best friend, slightly out of breath but eyes so terribly, terribly fond. He almost wanted to smile as her blush darkened against his tender gaze.

“How long have you been feeling this way?” she mumbled, as he pressed his forehead to her own.

“I don’t know,” he murmured honestly. “I just know I saw things clearer when you left. Realized what I felt for you was different than I thought… and that it’s beendifferent for a while now.”

That made her blush even harder. “I wish I would have known that a longtime ago…” she mumbled after a moment, a small pout forming to her mouth.

His eyes widened at that. “Wait—You… you liked me?”

Making a noise that sounded an awful lot like a whine, Sakura buried her face in his neck, and tightened her arms around him. “Ofcourse I did! You’re Sasuke-kun… You’re amazing.”

“Why didn’t you ever say?”

“Because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, dummy!”

How long had she waited for this, he wondered, eyes softening. Could he have made this all happen years ago?

Exhaling a slow breath, Sasuke pulled her closer. “I’m sorry it took so long…” he murmured.

“It’s okay,” she replied softly, squeezing him back. Then, she pulled away to look at him, the most bashful smile toher lips. “Kiss me again?”

He was only too happy tooblige.

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