✔︎ Two Morons And A Mad House (2/2)

Chapter 1; Red Dawn

This book is the sequel to Sakura's Moronic Best Friends. In case you haven't read it, here is the link: https://my.w.tt/9Mv5H5SGh4.

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"All I'm saying, Forehead, is that it wouldn't kill you to have some interaction with the opposite sex . . . that doesn't include Sasuke and Naruto." Ino waved her perfectly manicured hand in lazy circles as if to prove her point. She was sitting opposite Sakura in a little local bakery, and it was a Sunday around six in the morning, and while Sakura would have had no qualms about throwing on some sweats and whatever sweater her hands found first, it was days like this that she was glad she'd thrown on a plain black dress, half-sleeved and stopped right before her knees, along with gray tights, all of which had the consistency of a sweater. Glad, because there was Ino across from her, legs crossed daintily over each other, leaning back in her chair like it was a throne, and dressed in nothing worse than her Sunday best - meaning, brand-name skinny jeans and a button-down blouse that matched her eyes and high heels that Sakura highly suspected cost more than her whole wardrobe.

To be fair, Sakura had been dressing, in Ino's words, like "A tired housewife whose closet was adorned in nothing but baby food stained T-shirts and grungy jeans," with a shudder inserted somewhere in there.

Honestly, Sakura couldn't care less, and she was just as likely to pull on a dress and tights as sweats, so if Ino felt better with seeing her in a dress, so be it. She was just as comfortable as she was, and was well known to go to her university classes in a dress and tights - likely with one of her many scarves thrown on as well - so she wasn't really complaining. Unlike popular belief, she did actually like to look good when she went out in public. She was just . . . unmotivated to do so, sometimes.

Sakura took a sip of her raspberry tea, moving the cream colored mug around in her hands to warm them up, her rings clicking against the surface of it. It was between fall and winter right then, the pinnacle moment when the air couldn't decide if it wanted to freeze her or just blow the occasional chilly breeze, and would differ to each option every now-and-then.

Ino frowned at her, her perfectly red lips twisted into one of her more well-known pouts. Sakura smirked at her good-naturedly. "It was already bad enough how much time you all spent together before, now that you're living together - which I still cannot get over - they're going to be even clingier."

Sakura blinked lazily at her and bit back the yawn making its way up her throat. "I really don't think living together is going to change that."

Ino just gave her a blank look, and Sakura grinned innocently at her. Ino sighed and circled a red-painted fingernail around the rim of her coffee, blueberry muffin untouched next to it. Sakura had already devoured her cinnamon scone, and was eyeing Ino's muffin.

Seeing her stare, Ino rolled her eyes and pushed her plate with the muffin at Sakura. Sakura didn't need to be told twice. "And you call me the pig."

"Because you are, Pig," Sakura mumbled between bites. Oh . . . it was soft. "You just don't ever have an appetite in the morning."

Sakura folded her ankles together under the table they had claimed as their own on these mornings, next to the windows and the farthest away from the doors and the gust of cold air that entered the shop every time someone walked in. Which was too often if you asked Sakura.

"You had all that amazing eye candy," Ino groaned, not for the first time and despite Sakura's many, many protests, most likely not the last, either. "You had all those hunkalicious men, all wanting your fabulous body, and you. Just. Left."