I woke up with the same feeling every morning. The feeling like my head is about to rip into two.
Damn hangover.
I went out of my room and notice that there's no food on the table.
Is my darling still asleep? Yeah, she need to rest.
She's is tired.
I cooked pancakes for our breakfast.
As I finish, I immediately remove my apron and knock on her door.
"Darling, we're going to be late."
"Just go by yourself."
Is she jealous? She didn't overheard our conversation last night right?
I hope not.
"Darling, you wouldn't want to be late, right? Get out there and eat with me."
"Nope. I won't attend classes today."
"Why?"
There's something wrong with her voice. Is she sick? Shit! I can't open her door.
"Just go ahead. I'll just stay here."
"Okay, don't forget to eat your breakfast, honey."
She didn't replied. Damn.
***
Again, my friends forcely drag me at the bar. I'm all drunk and my vision is spinning right now. I need to go home or else, I'll be doomed.
"Mi amor," oh there she goes.
"Stop calling me that *hik*, my only mi amor is- *hik* only her."
I stood up when a woman was about to sit on my lap. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"Home." I answer her briefly and went out of the bar.
I drove safely as I can- opps, I was about to hit a huge wiggly truck. Haha! Why is the truck dancing?
"Oh shit! You shouldn't drive home when you're this drunk!" someone just talked.
Is my car talking? Oh goof, it's a girl? I thought it was a boy.
"Boruto! Be careful!"
Dammit you better shut up you talking car, or I'll break all your f*cking windows.
"BORUTO! LET ME DRIVE YOU HOME!" she was about to hold the wheel but I didn't let her. I was fvcking shock when a soft hand held my biceps.
It's a woman. Holy guacamole! Is it my darling— talking at me? Is she sitting beside me?
"Sarada? Sarada?"
I was about to tilt my head to see her face but f*ck my head is aching!
"Yes, Boruto?" she answered! Damn! Is there something wrong with her voice?
"Why are you here? You should be resting at home, right?" I tried to talk properly.
"I'm here because I want to be with you, Boruto." she touches my cheek. Awe man! She's worried!
But why is her hand doesn't give me shiver and fast heartbeat as always? Why does it look plain or... gross? What the fvck!? I'm drunk, alright?!
"How sweet of you. I wish you're always this sweet on me."
It's Sarada I'm talking to, I'm quite... sure?
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To Be Loved (BoruSara #2)
FanficHis name is Boruto Uzumaki, and he is a jerk who just wanted to be LOVED. The way finding his true love made him realize how much he lost a universe because of his pride. Yet he's still finding a way to reveal the truth untold of what he has done...
