Theme: 06:00 [Tenacity and perseverance, especially with something you have been putting off.
Title:Fangirling
Fandom:Naruto
Character/Pairing:Haruno Sakura x Uchiha Sasuke
Category: Romantic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Minor language. No major spoilers, unless you haven't watched much of the series.
Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto. It and all related things are the property of Kishimoto-san.
Summary: I won't. I just won't, because I am Haruno Sakura, the ex-fangirl of Uchiha Sasuke. But how can anyone resist such a gorgeous, smart, se—dammit.

I am Haruno Sakura, the ex(don't forget that part)-fangirl of Uchiha Sasuke, my teammate and (hopefully) life-long friend. Of course, he is not as cheery and social as, let's say, Uzumaki Naruto, but he is still somethi—someone—to be proud of.

These two boys, they are my best friends. And we all know that rule:

You can't fall in love with your best friend(s).

I didn't really break that rule, because when I was in lo—crushing on Sasuke (yes, just Sasuke, I have to remind myself that) he didn't think of me as a friend, much less a best friend. I was just a pesky fangirl, which was completely true at the time. But after a long time (yes, five years is a long time), he came back at seventeen, sometime in the winter beaten up.

And it was my pleasure to beat him up even more.

The blood-stained snow wasn't as appealing as white, so I ended up healing him.

Anyway, we are now twenty-one...well, I am, (he and Naruto are still twenty) and we have all developed a tight friendship bond. We wait for each other to finish eating at dinner, we go out to bars (mostly because Naruto forces us), and try to spend as much time buying me—I mean us—some shoes and clothing. We spar and everything, but it makes it hard because those two bastards are aboveme. Yea, ANBU material while I'm jounin? No, that's not fair. Quit like Kakashi-sensei and come join me. Being a jounin is so much more fun.

Even though we have been friends for so long, I still find it hard to growl at fangirls (and boys) when they stare at Sasuke's ass and when they jump him in the middle of the street. I find it hard that I have to beat them up afterwards, because I shouldn't feel protective. I don't do it for Naruto or anyone else. (Maybe becausehe doesn't have fangirls?)

It's not like Sasuke is my boyfriend.

But it fills my heart with jo—confusion—when people get this fact mixed up and really do think we're dating. I'm around him enough, I beat anyone up who tries to hit on him, and I burn all the flowers that are handed to him. But it does not help when I'm trying to get over him (though I already am, I assure you) when he just smirks at me and tell me that I'm jealous because I'm not. I don't care, it's just he used to think it was annoying.

(Oh, now he just loves the attention, though he never really flirts back, just nods and smirks and listens.)

He's pretty amazing, though it's annoying because every morning when Naruto and him get up (you see, we live together in the same apartment), it's way earlier and me and are as loud as hell. They sleep really early, apparently, but me? Past midnight, definitely, and then they come crashing down the hallway and shouting already when they're near my room. They have no consideration whatsoever.

So I wasn't pleased to find three quick, echoing knocks against my door this morning. Though I was a little bit thankful that there was no shouting or something stupid of that sort like, "You took my gear, dobe." "No, it's mine."

I cracked my eyes open, and it was probably around six by the way it looked outside. It wasn't exactly dark, because it was almost springtime, but it wasn't very bright either. The sky was a light blue, though a little darker than during the afternoon. I checked the clock to find my estimation was right—it was a little bit past six AM.

I threw off my covers but decided to stay in before pulling them back over me.

"Come in."

"Are you dressed?" came the teasing voice.

Crap. It's not Naruto. But knowing him, he probably wouldn't have knocked anyway.

"Yes, Sasuke."

"Is Naruto with you?"

Oh god, is he implying something?

"No, Sasuke, just get in."

"Open the door, then."

The reason I didn't get out was so you could open the door on your own, Sasuke. We all know you're tall enough to reach the handle!

"It's not locked, god dammit."

"No, but you always want me to respect your privacy."

What? Now he respects it? But there's nothing to actually hide this time!

"Like you really give a shit."

"Okay, I'm coming in then."

Why does he take so much of his own time, and mine, to get through all of this?

You see, every time Naruto or Sasuke want something or have something for me, they play this little game called "Respect (or Piss Off) Sakura-chan" where they knock on the door and drag out this long conversation for me. About absolutely nothing, which probably is the part that annoys me the most. But we never do it to Sasuke, because when we do, he gets extremely mad and will Chidori us until we beg for mercy. (Well, for Naruto.) I think once when I was on a mission and they were resting up after one, Sasuke was sleeping and Naruto began to talk to him behind the door.

He ended up coming out of his room and throwing Naruto down the hallway before going back to sleep.

I don't know if it's true, but it seemed likely.

Naruto never gets the treatment, because if he's actually tired and not excited, he won't wake up.

And then, Sasuke, in all his sexy, sparkly glory (much to my pleasure) entered my room in his ANBU gear.

(Epic fail, Sakura. You weren't supposed to let that thought slip...But it was only once this month, so we'll let that go. IdonotlikeSasukeIdonotlikeSasukeIdonot—)

I finally sit up, because the next thing that runs through my head is, "He has a mission?"

"You have a mission?"

He shakes his head, chuckling a little bit. It's slightly scary, but it's soothing at the same time, and I had the urge to go back to sleep.

"No, just a mission report."

"You're going to Tsunade-shishou, now?"

She didn't ever wake up early, so there was no point in trying at knocking on the door and delivering an elaborate synopsis. She wouldn't be listening, if you were even lucky enough to get the chance to go in. Most of the time, she'd just kick you out, rather literally, and tell you do never come back.

Once she even ended up banishing somebody from Konoha because they did it so many times.

(Of course, the council told her to let the poor man back in, because he was now working as a farmer nearby, and it was just a pityto loose another shinobi.)

"No, at nine," he replied evenly, leaning against the door frame as his dark bangs brushed over his forehead lightly. His dark eyes glinted a little bit, and at that moment, I felt like I was going to melt like when I was younger.

(But you can't, Sakura! You'll fail even more!)

"So, then, why are you here?"

"Oh, I just happened to be awake and all."

In a flash, I felt a weight on my bed and he was sitting there, next to me, and it was just instinct to hide my blush

(Oh, you've really failed now)

under the blanket and pull it up right under my pair of bright, too green eyes.

"Some people still have to sleep."

He paused a little bit before fingering the string on his mask, his lips now in a thin line, no longer curved upwards. He was looking at my dresser.

Or more like a picture.

It was of us two, when we were nineteen. We were on the beach or something, and I remember that time. There was sand and water and everything.

But I think I liked it, I must admit, because it was just us.

The photo was taken quite unprofessionally by me, which was quite hard since I had to be in the picture, too. But it turned out alright, I think.

"It's a pity Naruto got sick that day."

"Hn."

"But I liked it the way it was, with just us two."

"Hm?"

Fuck.

That was not supposed to come out. He was already smirking a little bit, and his head whipped around to stare at me, waitingexpectingwanting some sort of elaboration.

"W-well, you see, I mean...yea."

"No, I don't see," he said, his smirk spreading wider and wider. "Explain more, will you? We have a few hours."

I was going to break down and fangirl again.

Get your emotions out in one action, Sakura! Then you won't have to do this again, and you can put fangirling behind you!

So, I kissed him.

Which wasn't that good of an idea, but considering that Sasuke(-kun) was actually kissing back...it was a good experience.

In about another minute, he already pinned me down onto the bed and was on top of me.

(Oh, dear, this no-fangirling thing won't work out if things continue this way.)

"Mmph, Sa...Sasuke, we should stop."

(Yes,you are in control!)

And then he smirked again.

(Maybe not...This...this is going to take a while. Maybe I should just stop trying to not fangirl. That would be for the better.)

"Like I said, we have a few hours."

Thoughts?