You could have knocked me out with a feather, I know you've heard this all before, but we're just hell's neighbors

You were blasting Fall Out Boy, savoring your day off from work. Bags of candy and a half drunk can of peace tea at your leisure. Your head bobbed in sync to the music, your eyes closed, relishing in the voice of Patrick Stump.

You didn't bother to pull out of the parking spot and head back home. Your navy volkswagen remained in park, and you tore open a bag of sour patch kids, only fishing out the blue ones: your favorite.

Now to be honest, you weren't binging on candy simply because it was a very rare day off; you had been in a fight with one of your "friends", and quite a brutal one. You were refusing to go home solely because you didn't want to see him again and yes, that also meant you slept in your car last night.

Who's fault was this? Both of yours. You and Sasuke are too alike for your own good. You clash; cancel each other out-

Beep. Beep.

Your rolled your eyes at the sound. Your phone read: (2) voicemails from Naruto.

"Leave me alone," you huffed before shutting down your phone, your phone's screen turning obsidian black.

You had already listened to the first one he left, and the few others from Sakura, all relaying the same identical message: Please come home, and you're being ridiculous and Sasuke's already over it, you should be too.

Were you being a little ridiculous? Yes. But you couldn't bring yourself to cave just yet. You felt guilty for the things you said to Sasuke.

You guys were being rude to each other as usual, just the same old him insulting your intelligence and you picking on his duckass hair. Though this time he brought up your ex-boyfriend, who cheated on you, which really struck a chord, and the fact that you're PMSing probably didn't help; it only fueled the fire. So before tears could form in your eyes you went for the jugular: his family. This resulted in a spiel of insults until both Sakura and Naruto yelled at you both to cut it out.

You were more pissed, which is why you were the first to walk out.

"But I don't know much about classic cars, but I got a lot of friends doing classic coke" you hummed along to the music playing loudly through the stereo.

You took a swig from your peace tea and winced at its over abundance of sweetness. Even your sweet tooth couldn't tolerate the georgia peach and sweet tea flavored diabetes. Unfortunately, the cold beverage did nothing to cool down your seething anger. Your eyebrows furrowed, you were finally... bored, your fingers tearing off the top of a packet of green apple pop rocks.

Tap. Tap.

Your neck snapped to the right, your gaze meeting the passenger side window and your hazel eyes narrowed into slits. Your left hand practically pounced on the automatic lock button though you were too late. He slid into the seat next to yours, a huff of annoyance escaping his lips as all the garbage you piled up was pushed onto the floor.

Let's hear it for America's suitehearts

"Get out of my car," you grumbled, glaring at Sasuke ferociously. You tipped your head back, allowing an avalanche of the tangy popping candy to fall effortlessly into your mouth, exploding as it met saliva.

You didn't bother asking him how he knew where you were.

His bangs hung in front of his eyes but you could see how upset he was with you, despite it was he who sought you out.

He was about to speak but you wouldn't have it, with a mouth full of pop rocks you repeated your warning:

"I told you, get out of my-"

"Grow the fuck up."

But I must confess

He cut you off with a quick brush of his lips. Your chest heaved as your breathing became shallow. Your fingers grabbed a fistful of his maroon t-shirt, pulling him closer, tighter, deeper. You climbed onto this lap, his icy cold fingers ravaging your body.

Your slender fingers weaved around his waist, fumbling around his belt, taunting him with your tantalizing touch as your tongue mingled with his, intoxicated by his kiss.

The pop rocks were being exchanged between your mouths', the taste equally sour and sweet it was addicting.

Sasuke's fingers scratched at your skin; it hurt, but it was all he could do to keep himself together.

He pulled away, gasping for breath, a smirk plastered across his face as his fingers lingered around your hips.

"I'm in love with my own sins," he whispered.