The Start Of Summer

The Plan

 “Wait…what?” Sakura coughed out sarcastically trying not to laugh from her Indian style position on the raven’s navy blue sheeted bed.

Sasuke blushed and rolled his eyes before placing both hands on his hips.

 “I’m going to dress up!” He said with a twitching brow, wondering what was so damn funny.

She was laughing hysterically now because the raven teen never dressed up.

“Come on, you’re meaning of dress up is to wear all black like you’re going to an all-day funeral.”

Sasuke tapped his foot watching his friend continue her mocking laughter.

“Well since you’re ‘the queen of fashion’ what do you have in mind?”

“Oh my, sense you asked…” she eased her way off his bed ruffling her shorts and kicking her slippers out of the way on the floor.

“I think for once you should be the one being drooled and gawked at.” Sakura twirled around him playfully to his closet. She opened the wooden sliding doors and searched through his clothes.

The raven rolled his eyes again and plopped down on his bed to watch her take things out of his closet. She was tossing ones she didn’t like on the floor for no reason. ‘Woman’ he groaned in his head at the mess. He felt his cell vibrate and so answered the little text seeing as though it was from his brother.

These are the texts exchanged during Sakura’s clothes raid.

                                                            -Text-

Itachi: Little bro is that pink thing still there?

Sasuke: Yeah, she’s helping me out.

Itachi: Oh… with your obsession again?

Sasuke: I’m not obsessed -_-!

Itachi: Ha! Sure. I’m getting take out. You and the creature want some?

Sasuke: Of course! Thanks.

Itachi: Np, love ya.

Sasuke: …

Itachi: I, your loving big brother, am bringing you food and you can’t say I love you back. FOR SHAME! ~tears~

Sasuke: You are such a drama queen... Love you…

Itachi: Don’t hate. See ya in a bit.

Sasuke: Oki.

                                    -End of Text-

Sasuke looked up to see his friend had finished her destruction and was facing him holding the clothes she’d picked out for him.

“Itachi is bringing us some food and…. What…the hell…is…THAT?” With a frightened expression he backed up on the bed.

She’d picked out denim jean shorts that were a little too short and a red tank top that was way too small with a black jean jacket.

“Sakura, I haven’t worn any of those things since I was 10!”

“Exactly! We are going to bring out those curves!” she grinned and tossed them to him.

 “No way in hell am I going to wear that!” he shouted as he imagined Naruto laughing at him. He dodged the clothes as if it would burn him alive.