Sasuke Uchiha is an 18 year old high school student who lost his parents to infidelity when he was 16 yesrs old. Due to that, it put him in a really dark place. He barely speaks to his brother, he excludes himself from his friends and prefers to be...
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| Sasuke Uchiha |
I recorded a video of Sakura on snapchat.
"I love you." I tell her. She was too busy looking down at her phone to even realize that I was recording her.
"I love you too." She says. She slowly looked up before looking back down at her phone then she quickly looked up again.
"Sasuke!" She covered her face as I laughed. I left the video how it was before loading it to my story. "You get on my nerves."
I crawl over to her and take her in my arms as she lays back on my bed.
"Have I told you I love you today?" I ask.
She giggles. "You just did."
I press my lips against hers. There goes those butterflies again. Her eyes glazed over as she looked at me.
"I love you." It became so easy to tell her that now a days. I find myself saying it almost after or at the beginning of every sentence.
"I love you too my love." She coos. Even her voice gives me butterflies. I cant see myself without Sakura. She's become my everything.
I laid my head on her chest and closed my eyes. Her hands found their way to my hair, which had grown out finally. She scratched at my scalp tenderly, calming me.
"Have you had a nap today?" She asks. I shook my head no and gripped her tighter.
"Is it nap time?" She says again. I nodded slowly and nestled my face into her breast.
"Have you ever thought about what your future would be like?" She asks.
"I see you in it all the time." I tell her.
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean Sakura?"
"Like, if you would be married with kids or something." I feel her shrug. "I dunno, maybe it's just me."
"Are you insinuating that you see us married and having a family in the future?" I ask. She didn't answer. I could feel myself smiling.
"Stop doing that." I tell her.
"Doing what?"
"Making me feel like a dweeb."
I could feel her smiling. "I'm not doing anything to make you feel like a dweeb Kitten."
I cringe. "Don't call me that."
"Oh, but calling me Monster is okay?"
"Of course." I tell her. "You're my Green-Eyed Monster. My GEM."
I lifted my head to look at her seeing that her cheeks were burning red.
"You're such a dork." She turned her head away from me to hide her face.
