Dedicated to @Darkcreepygirl for requesting this!

Enjoy!

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"Red, white, and black balloons?"

"Check!"

"His music playlist?"

"Check!"

"Stuffed tomatoes?"

". . . . ."

The pinkette looked up from her notepad, and whipped her head in the direction of the fridge. She immediately sweat dropped, and slapped the blonde-haired knucklehead on the back of his head.

"Naruto! Stop rummaging through his fridge!" I yelled.

He rubbed his head, and whined, "But I'm hungry! I want ramen!"

She face palmed herself, "Ramen doesn't belong in the fridge, baka."

"This is what happens when I'm hungry, Sakura-chan! I don't think straight!"

She mumbled under her breath, "Not JUST when you're hungry."

Naruto pushed the topic aside, and slung his arm across Sakura's neck, pulling her close, and wiggling his eyebrows.

"So, Sakura-chan. What did you get teme as a gift?"

She smiled, "This party of course!"

"Well I got you a back-up present just in case." He started, as he walked towards a shopping bag, and took out the gift.

Sakura's face turned as red as her boyfriend's favorite food, and her jaw dropped, "N-Naruto!"

Her friend held up the hanger, with red-laced lingerie, "He'll love it!"

She marched towards him, and slapped him across the face, "You baka! Our relationship isn't like that!"

Naruto rubbed his now red cheek, "Yet. . ."

Sakura grit her teeth, "Why you-"

"Can we hurry up, please? This party planning is troublesome." The lazy Nara stated, yawning as he walked into the room. His girlfriend Temari was at his side, and she gaped at what the blonde was holding.

"Naruto, why do you have lingerie in your hand?"

He wiggled his eyebrows, "For Sakura-chan and-" Sakura slapped him again.

"Give me that!" The pinkette took the revealing outfit out of his hand, and threw it in the trash.

She turned to the three, and smiled, "Let's hurry up. Sasuke-kun will be here soon."

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"He's going to be here any second! Everyone hide!" Sakura exclaimed happily.

She shut off the lights.

"Oww! Kiba, why did you bring your dog?! He bit me!" Naruto yelled.

A slapping sound was heard throughout the room, and a whine. They could all hear a key unlocking the door, and the door opening. Once the lights flickered on, everyone jumped up.

"SURPRISE!" They all screamed in unison.

The Uchiha stared blankly at them, and everyone looked at each other awkwardly. Sakura broke the silence.

"Happy Birthday, Sasuke-kun!" Sakura smiled, and hugged him.

She wasn't expecting him to hug her back, because he doesn't like to be affectionate in front of others.

Naruto brought out numerous bottles of sake, and yelled, "Let's party!" And everyone cheered.

While the music started, and everyone began drinking and eating, Sakura looked up at her boyfriend, and smiled, "This is all for you."

He sighed, almost disappointed, and Sakura frowned, "What's wrong?"

Sasuke shook his head, "Nothing," then left in the midst of the crowd.

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"Have you seen Sasuke-kun?" The pinkette asks the guests one by one, but they all shook their heads.

It's been over an hour since the last time she saw Sasuke, and she was starting to get worried he left. After asking for nearly thirty more minutes, she gave up, and went into the guest room to get away from everyone.

She sat on the edge of the guest bed, and put her face in her hands, wanting to cry. Sakura thought Sasuke would be happy with a party like this, but she was sadly mistaken. She could hear the door opening behind her, and she didn't even bother to look. The emerald-eyed girl felt a presence sit next to her, and she glanced at him/her.

"So you didn't leave?" She asked bluntly.

The Uchiha shook his head, "No."

Sakura sighed, "I'm surprised you didn't, considering the look on your face. . ."

There was no answer, so she continued, "I worked so hard to conduct this party for you, and you hate it."

"I don't hate it." Sasuke replied.

Sakura looked at him, "Then why are you acting so displeased?"

The onyx-eyed man stared at her, and replied, "I wanted to spend my Birthday with only you."