Because: Zoey is my glitter queen and I love Team Seven to pieces

Notes: This is my new baby that I've been working on for awhile. So far I've written three chapters, but I have the entire thing minimally planned out. But yeah, I'll try to update semi-regularly, but I promise nothing because school consumes the majority of my life.

Chapter 1: One Love, One House

Sakura Haruno couldn't believe that she was in this situation. Nope, there was no way she was currently homeless—all of her possessions stored away in pink and mint bags— and staring at one of her best friends with the best puppy eyes she could make.

She wouldn't be in this position if stupid Ino hadn't decided last minute that she was actually living in her sorority house instead of sharing an apartment with her. That girl was such a whirlwind of procrastination, makeup, and pretty hair.

"Sakura-chan," Naruto turned his sunshine gaze towards the girl, blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What do you want?"

Sakura scoffed, "I'm offended. How do you know I even want anything? I could just want to hang out with you, you know. Get some coffee, talk about our summers. You're making me think that you don't want to be here."

"Awwww, Sakura-chan, don't be like that. Y'know I missed you! It's just you're giving me that look you use when you want something.'" He leaned back in his chair, face scrunched up in concern. "So what is it?"

Dragging her finger over the rim of her coffee cup, Sakura looked up at the blond through her eyelashes.

"So…" She drawled out, flitting her gaze back down to her drink. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

"Ino bailed on you, didn't she?"

Green eyes shot up to meet with bright blue.

"How the hell? Did someone already tell you?"

Chuckling, Naruto scratched at his head and responded, "Nah, it's just typical Ino. Y'know how she is."

Leaning across the table so that his face was close to the petite girl, the blond flashed a toothy grin. "So, I'm guessing you want to stay with me, right?"

"Well, yeah. But I know that you were going to room with some other people this year, so can I even fit?"

"Yeah, yeah! Actually Sai just recently changed his mind, so we have an open spot for you. The only problem is the other roommate…" Naruto shifted his eyes to focus on a sad excuse for an abstract coffee cup painting.

"He can't be that bad, can he? Who is it?" The sound of Sakura's voice forced the blond to return his gaze back to her. "As long as it's not Kiba. He's too dirty, and Akamaru isn't exactly clean either. Or is it someone I don't know?"

"Oh no, you definitely know him, all right." Naruto fidgeted with the napkin under his cup. "I just don't know how you'd react to living with him."

Annoyed by his refusal to name the other roommate, Sakura's gaze turned steely as she focused on him. "Who the hell is it, Naruto? Just tell me."

"Well…it's…" the blond flinched under her hostile glare. "Um… it's Sasuke."

"Oh, that's not too— wait. WHAT?!" She rocketed up, palms slamming on the polished surface beneath her and chair clattering to the ground. "When the hell did he come back?"

Putting his hands up in a conciliatory gesture, Naruto stammered out, "W-well, he just transferred to Konoha University this year, so only a couple of weeks ago. But, can you sit down? People are starting to stare."

Flipping her chair back into its proper place, Sakura flopped down into the aluminum seat and pushed her bangs out of her face. "Yeah, yeah. But what's the big deal if Sasuke-kun's the other roommate? We got along perfectly fine before he left, so it's not like we'd fight."

"I know that, but what about your crush on him and all that? Won't you be too embarrassed?"

The girl's hands paused on the edge of the porcelain cup. Oh, right. That. Sakura had a huge and obvious crush on Sasuke back in their middle school days. Back when things were simpler and she spent warm summer days in the presence of two boys, one as bright as the sun and the other quietly struggling under the burden of his father's expectations. At one point, Sakura had even thought that maybe— oh god, how she hoped she hadn't imagined it— Sasuke was starting to reciprocate her feelings; but then he was suffocated by the desire to be better than his brother, to be enough for his father—to not be a complete failure—, and he left.

Tucking pink strands behind her ear, the girl airily said through a forced smile, "No, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. That was years ago! We've all grown since then, and besides, I doubt Sasuke-kun would even remember a dumbass thing like that."

Staring at the girl with wary eyes, the blond downed the rest of his coffee in one gulp. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he replied, "Well, if you're fine with it, then I guess that's it. We're gonna be roommates, Sakura-chan! How cool is that?"

"Ha, yeah, cool for you. You just want someone there that can clean and cook for you," she scoffed.

"Awww, don't be like that. I mean it, this year's gonna be so much fun. It'll be like middle school all over again!"

Raising her coffee up to her mouth to finish the remnants, Sakura muttered into the cup, "Let's hope not."

Lugging her last bag out of the taxi, the elfin girl carelessly pushed her hair out of her eyes and peered up at the tall apartment complex before her. Seeing a blond streak dash down the steps three at a time, she grabbed her stuff and dragged them towards the entrance. Once she plopped the heavy luggage down on the concrete, she was knocked backwards by the blond running straight into her.

"SAKURA-CHAN! THIS IS GONNA BE THE BEST!"

Removing her grinning face from the chest currently smothering her, Sakura peered up and pushed her small hands against Naruto's muscular form.

"It sure is, loser. Now grab some of these bags and help me take them up."

Scooping up the majority of the belongings into his long arms, Naruto bounded forward, slightly faltering under the heavy load.

With a sigh, the exasperated girl quickly pulled her hair into a messy bun and carried the two light bags she was left with.

"Yo, Naruto, don't go too fast. I don't know which apartment it is!" She yelled up the flights of stairs, hoping her voice would reach her boisterous friend. "And if you drop anything, I will kill you!"

Reaching the third floor, Sakura walked past two doors, one with a large Christmas wreath on it despite it being August, and stopped in front of the third door on the left. Peering inside the open door, she was met with a wide assortment of items—a spatula, storage tubs, stuffed frogs—, all various shades of orange. Assuming this was her new apartment, she strolled in and set her bags down in the empty living room area.

"Where's all the furniture?"

Appearing from the hallway, the blond stuck his head around the corner and loudly responded, "Oh, it hasn't arrived yet. But it'll be cool living like this for a while. Come and see your room."

"Let me guess, it doesn't have anything in it at all."

Sakura strode into her new room and was met with exactly that, bare walls and an unobstructed view of the beige carpet.

"So," Sakura drawled out. "How exactly are we sleeping without any furniture? Or are we going to make a fort of blankets in the living room and camp in there?" She tilted her head, teasing smirk on her lips.

"I didn't even think of the blanket fort!" Naruto threw up his hands in excitement. "Remember when we made that huge one in Sasuke's living room? That was the best!"

Sakura chuckled and pinched the blond's whiskered cheek.

"It was cool for when we were like ten, Naruto. But don't you think we're a bit too old for that now?"

"What? You're never too old for a blanket fort!" Naruto stubbornly whipped his head to the side.

"No, but we might have some back pain in the morning."

"Ahhh, we can handle it. We aren't that old yet, besides we do have a couch in the living room." Naruto imploringly grasped the girl's hands in his far larger ones. "C'mon Sakura-chan. Please?"

She removed her hands from his grip and playfully pushed his face away.

"Okay, okay. We'll all camp out in the living room. Just stop giving me that pitiful look."

"Heh, you know you like it!"

Ignoring his comment and trudging into the living room, Sakura allowed her eyes to scan the area until they fell on the dingy, alligator green couch hideously resting in the middle of the room.

"I call sleeping on that ugly ass thing you call a couch." Turning around towards her new roommate, the petite girl rested a hand on her hip and stuck her tongue out childishly. "So you and Sasuke-kun will just have to suck it up and sleep on the floor." She paused, eyes scanning the room. "Where is Sasuke-kun anyway? Or has he not moved in yet?"

As if summoned, soft padded steps could be heard until the quiet boy made his way down the hallway.

Sakura found herself examining every inch of the newcomer. From his dark hair, to his aristocratic—and oh so beautiful— face, down his pale and slightly sweaty neck towards his exposed and very defined chest. Wait…

The girl's face instantly flushed as she whipped her head to the side.

Naruto's face split into a wide grin as he said, "Well, there ya have it. Speak of the devil and he shall appear."

Sasuke turned to fix a glare at the blond.

"What? It's a saying." Naruto threw an arm around the pink haired girl currently trying her hardest to not look in the boys' direction. He peered at her blushing face and remarked, "Hey, you gonna say hi to your new roommate, Sakura-chan?"

Sliding her eyes over to look at her childhood crush, she took a deep breath and swung her body around so that she was facing Sasuke completely. Flashing her brightest smile, Sakura pushed down her embarrassment and chirped out a "Hey, Sasuke-kun! Long time, no see, eh?"

Why the hell was he just staring at her with those stupid—so, so pretty and dark and endless— eyes. He could at least say hi back, damn it. For being part of such a high-class family, he sure had some shitty manners.

Sasuke continued to observe the girl in front of him until he muttered, "Sakura," with a slight nod of his head and walked back down the hallway.

What the hell had she gotten herself into? Why did she ever think rooming with these two idiots would be a good idea? Living with Naruto was doable, at least he talked—at least he liked her. But Sasuke? He obviously wasn't so happy with the living arrangements; and Sakura really couldn't blame him.

This was definitely going to be the most mortifying experience of her life. And Ino—stupid, pretty, vapid, procrastinating Ino—would have a field day with this horrible situation.

Oh, kill her now.