"Saku, should I wear purple or blue?" Temari asks me. She holds two beautiful dresses up, and I stare trying to help her decide.

"Blue, Shikamaru likes that color."

She smiles and nods, then puts the purple dress back in her closet. After the incident with my dad, Gaara brought me back to his place. He seemed shocked by the way Temari greeted me. With a hug and a slap.

She was mad that I didn't go to work yesterday. But she perked back up when Gaara told her that I was staying with them.

I was sharing a room with Temari, and I had never been so happy. I was currently helping Temari get ready for a stupid school dance.

"How did you know Shikamaru's favorite color is blue?" She asks, breaking the silence.

"Well I ran into him once after school. He was on the roof, and I had to go up there because I had accidentally left my scarf there. He was staring at the sky. I asked him if he really liked the color blue or something. It was a joke, but I guess he did like blue," I say.

She chuckled.

"You're definitely wearing green!"

My eyes widen and I snort at her obliviousness. Obviously, I had no intention of going.

"I'm not going," I say, slightly amused at her slightly angry look.

"Of course you are! If you don't, I swear to God, I'll let Kankouro in my room again," she threatens.

I cringe at the image her words bring up.

*Flashback*

I was walking inside the house with Temari, we had just gone shopping for her dress for the dance (and a dress she apparently bought for me).

"I bet at the dance, tons of guys will ask you to dance!" Temari says suggestively.

I had given up on telling her I wasn't attending. She seemed to have made up her mind that I was going.

"No, the only guy who'll ask me to dance is probably Naruto. And I am a NaruHina shipper, so that don't work," I babbled.

Temari gave me a look of disbelief.

"You do realize Gaara's going to......" She started but trailed off once I opened the door to her/my room.

Kankouro was wearing my white tank top and blue skirt. But the most disturbing part was he was wearing my underwear. And riffling through my drawers. I started shivering uncontrollably.

I have never been this creeped out before. Temari looked at me worriedly, before putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

She took a deep breath of air, while I plugged my ears.

"YOU PERVERT! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING SAKU'S CLOTHES?! I WILL LITERALLY MURDER YOU FOR THIS!!!" Temari screamed at the top of her lungs.

Kankouro turned around in a flash, his eyes bulging out of his head in fear. He dropped one of my..um bras and ran out the door, avoiding a rage filled punch from Temari.

Gaara came up stairs to see what all the commotion was about, but instead saw his brother wearing Sakura's clothes. He blinked slowly, as if trying to process what he was seeing.

He angrily punched Kankouro, sending him flying into the wall. Then he walked down the stairs muttering things like "stupid pervert" and something that suspiciously sounded like "Sakura's mine."

It must have been my hearing though, cause why on Earth would he want me? Like seriously someone answer me. I'm not joking, I really want to know. Temari started giggling, her anger at Kankouro seemingly fading out of no were.

She started mumbling about "GaaSaku is my OTP" and gushy stuff like that.

I walked back to my/Temari's room, thoroughly creeped out.

*Flashback end*

"Yeah, I guess I'll go, but only for you!" I say smiling.

"Yeah, now let's get you into this dress. It matches your eyes," Temari replies, grinning.

By the time we were done getting our makeup and hair done and our dresses on, we were exhausted. So Temari made us both huge cups of coffee, so we wouldn't walk into the dance and fall on our faces due to lack of sleep.

"Are you going to let me look at my makeup now?" I pout out.

She replied some sort of lipstick or lipgloss on my lips before smiling in satisfaction.

"Perfection!" She said in a sing-song voice.

"Oh, and look in the mirror. I just know you're going to love it!" She said, watching me carefully as I stand up and walk over to the mirror hanging on other side of the room.

I look in the mirror and gasp in surprise. I look.....

To be continued.....