A/N: Yes, Dream Girls is on hiatus. It's a shame. It was going to be so huge, so agnsty. I knew where the story was going to go, but I just couldn't write it. Shame... should I continue working on it? Well, here's a little romance I just recently thought up. It's going to be really lighthearted and fun throughout. My main aim is to get you to smile, so I hope I can do that! Original document has 1,932 words. This was originally planned as a two-shot, but let me see if you want it continue past that. I mean, if you guys want me to continue it further, I will. I have plans past the originally planned second chapter. This is also where I get to tell you that I write for you guys, not the other way around.

Disclaimer: The usual, the usual. Masashi Kishimoto-san gets the props for making the original and Viz Media gets the credits and I'll also blame them for the dub.

An unnatural cherry scent floated through the spacious flower shop as the doorbell rung, welcoming the new guest. Two green eyes narrowed and their owner quickly pinched the tip of her nose to close off the incoming smell.

"That stuff really stinks, Ino." Her voice a bit muffled from her pinched nose. "You aren't seriously putting on perfume in a flower shop, are you? Didn't your parents teach you any better?"

Her companion that was across from her behind the small table simply shrugged. "I don't see the harm." She tossed her friend the small bottle. "Read, Sakura. It's no ordinary cherry, it's a cherry blossom."

"I had no clue I smelt so bad," the teen joked, rolling her eyes. "Even I could bottle up my bath water and mark it off as 'New Delicious Watermelon'."

"Try it, make millions." The blond threw her hands in the air. "Live the life, Stinky."

Her companion smirked and crossed her arms, green eyes twinkling brilliantly.

"I'm going to guess that your recent attempt at seduction has ended in failure." Sakura leaned forwards, placing her elbows on the counter.

The blond scoffed. "As if." She glanced over at her friend before quickly adding, "He's the type that looks better at a distance."

Sakura shook her head. "Like that's stopped you before… What was it this time, smelly breath?" two blue eyes glaring at her gave away the answer, so the teen continued to interrogate her best friend.

"Ah," the pink-haired teen exclaimed, with a mighty thrust in the air from her fist. "He was another bad kisser!"

"No! I mean, yes, but keep your voice down, damn it!"

However, despite the pleadings of the taller blond, the green-eyed teen confidently smirked and refused to relent.

"What type was he; I wonder…the flat, stiff-as-board-type one? Maybe he was the stick-his-tongue-down-your-throat type? No? Don't tell me he kissed like a wet dog, gross." She made a face while still maintaining a playful half smile.

"Shut it! Your mouth is a huge as your forehead!" Ino hissed, visibly annoyed.

"Did I hit the mark? Was he a wet dog?" she began to teasingly laugh.

"No! Damn you, Sakura Haruno!" the blue-eyed beauty curled her fingers into a fist and roughly slammed them on the hardwood counter.

Green eyes still continued to shine. "Scary. You're pretty defensive all of the sudden. You have the worst luck sometimes, Ino. I almost feel bad for you. Every single guy you've been interested in ended up being a bad kisser."

The blond pouted. "…Almost?"

"It's not like I fare any better, really," she shrugged her thin shoulders. "Then again, maybe I do, since I don't even bother my time looking for guys."

Ino smiled. "I am going to share with you something my mother always said, okay?" with a nod from the other, she drew in a deep breath. "As I get older, my stock value decreases, so just let me enjoy playing around before I hit a recession."

"Ah," the pale teen commented, vaguely concerned about marital status of her friend's parents.

Dull green blurred within her vision and her pink hair swayed with motion. A slight breeze brushed past her face and the cold air nipped at her nose. She rocked from side to side as she controlled her motion with the tips of her feet. She held onto a worn rope and rested her head on her outstretched arm, still swinging this way and that on top of the old wooden swing she sat on.

With much bitterness, she took in the scene below her; Ino, her noisy blond friend, and a male companion whom she had never seen before. It wouldn't take much to figure out what the tall beauty was up to. It would take even less, in fact, if anyone was cursed with the knowledge Sakura Haruno possessed about her childhood friend. It was with this knowledge that she sat on a swing, which was as old as the village itself, built on top of a hill overlooking her friend's latest attempt at seduction. She observed as her friend quickly snaked her arms around the male.

She's pretty straightforward, the green eyed teen thought. She smirked as her friend hurriedly brought her lips forward to meet the man's. She's getting impatient. It's rushed; I can't believe he isn't running away from her.

She lifted her head off her arm as the two dots on the ground below her separated. She noticed an audible smack and watched as a small blond speck stomp off to one direction. The slightly bigger lump seemed to have fallen down with small, quick convulsions. She stood up from her swing, a sense of heroism flashing through her.

Has Ino really smacked him so hard that he's having a seizure?

She narrowed her green eyes, at an attempt to improve her vision, and took in the sight before her. The man was not having a seizure, but rather twitched on the ground from uncontrollable laughter. She shook her head and made her way down to the bottom. She slid down once the ground was a good distance away from her, and sighed. The man was still laughing.

"Excuse me, but are you alright?" she asked, her manners not escaping her.

He slowly stopped his fit of hysteria to sit up and crane his neck behind him. He gave a grin that was obviously being suppressed and opened his mouth to say, "Yeah? Yeah, I'm fine." He paused to snort in his hand. "Did you see it all?" he nearly started to laugh again.

"If you're saying there's more, than almost." The green-eyed teen raised an eyebrow.

"Well, that blond that just walked off," he briefly paused to stick out his hand, to which Sakura reluctantly grabbed to help him up. "She kissed me."

"Do go on." She rolled her eyes. Her companion, however, didn't catch her obvious sarcasm and nodded with a smile that often turned into a large grin. "If I hadn't seen you laugh so hard earlier, I'd think that you were the luckiest man alive. What, with that smile and whatnot."

"Nah," He denied. "You'd laugh too if you just had the worst kiss imaginable. It was pretty bad… excuse me." He turned his back towards her and began to shake from tremendous laughter.

Sakura reluctantly felt a rush of loyalty run its course through her, and she lifted her arm up and balled her fingers into a fist. She punched the man in the back of the head and watched as the force knocked his face to the ground. She stepped on his back while walking away for good measure.

"You don't talk about my friend like that, asshole."

Though confusion of the day's earlier events flooded the mind of Sakura Haruno, she still cared for her friend's feelings. And it was the very reason for her empathy that she was in front of the closing doors of the Yamanaka flower shop with a bouquet of flowers, a trinket of their friendship. She looked over her gift and grinned ear to ear. She had to admit, it was an ugly collection of flowers, but it certainly meant a lot.

It looks like puke, she mused, but she'll get the meaning, I hope. She's the one that knows all this flower language stuff, so I hope she'll realize it's not something I want her to hang in the main room of her house.

It had been a difficult decision whether or not she should arrange flowers for their beauty or their meaning. She had spent all her time, from after the observation on the hill to now, asking several questions to tiring employees at the local flower arrangement store. She was sure they were tired after she asked the same question fifteen times, but she had to get this perfect and she felt as if they knew that.

With a confident grin, she placed the large bouquet behind her back and opened the door with her unused hand. The usual ring sounded as she pulled on the door and she saw a blond head look up from the counter in the dimming light.

"Evening, Ino Yamanaka," she nonchalantly greeted.

"Hey." The blond raised a suspicious eyebrow as she closed the magazine she was currently reading. The green-eyed teen managed to catch a glimpse of the title: The Secret Arts to Seduction. This only further proved to add to her confusion.

She shook her head. "I saw what happened earlier with that jerk." Her friend blushed and began to nervously play with her hair. Sakura just smiled wider and continued. "Don't worry, I took care of him. Anyway, I know you must feel pretty upset after that, so…"

The blond narrowed her eyes and rolled her head with her friend's final prolonged word. "So…?"

"So I bought you these!" she pulled out her bouquet and handed the large arrangement to her friend.

Ino instinctively held out her hands to catch the flowers, but suddenly froze.

Surprised! I surprised her, alright! The teen praised herself in her head. I bet she's proud of me for getting her something all thoughtful. The tulips I have in the bouquet tell her about her one sided love affair, but the lotus says that her true love is not in the guys she's looking at. The carnation means that she's disappointed about her failure at seduction, but the red and white camellias should tell her that she should wait for the person that loves her. And that white flower, it's too bad I forgot the name, says she should have courage, I think.

"…Wow…" Ino's blue eyes sparkled through the forest of flowers. For a long time neither of them spoke. Sakura too caught up in a frantic effort to remember the nameless flower, and Ino, trying to process the sudden gift. Something was definitely not right about the flowers.

"Um, in Hanakotoba, the, um, red camellia means that someone is in love," Ino stated after some time. Her pink haired friend snapped her head to attention. "And the white one means whoever is in love is waiting, but with the carnation and tulip, it means that the person is disappointed because their love is one-sided since, because of the lotus, their feelings won't be reached. And this white flower here," she touched the petals of the small flower. "It's called a gardenia and it stands for a secret love."

"Nifty, isn't it Ino?" Sakura grinned, oblivious of her own love confession.