He wanted to test something.

For a while, Sasuke began to realize than upon finally confirming his relationship with her, that he was also directing all of his time to the girl, and thus was constantly around her. Now, this wasn't a bad thing by any means, but it was….tiring. And he could tell that it wasn't just affecting him.

So he did what any logical, direct boyfriend would do.

"Do you want to take a break from seeing each other?"

Now, could it have been phrased better? Yes. But they both knew what he meant, and despite how it was said, it meant nothing negative. It was just an honest request for personal space.

She looked up at him, and nodded. "I'd like that."

So, they did.

No longer did her scent linger around him, though out of habit, he'd try to find it despite her being nowhere in sight. He didn't go out much. There wasn't a need to. Both teens were uncomfortable with constant social interaction anyway, so when they did go out, it was limited to peaceful, tranquil things, such as going to the park, or reading in the same room. Sometimes Sasuke would practice his guitar with her asleep on the couch in his room, but that didn't happen as frequently ever since he broke the instrument out of pure frustration of not being able to hit the notes to a song he had been crafting for over a year.

Uchiha Sasuke tried to sleep more, and to balance the lack of color on his face. He was constantly drained because he never took a break from being there for her. And now, he didn't regret doing so. But it was nice to finally have the time to catch up on anything he missed. Hell, he even missed Naruto, but he would never admit it to him, let alone himself. He would invite his friends over, get annoyed with them, and then go back to sleep.

He thought about reaching out to her, and asking to see her again. Because pretty soon, after a few weeks went by, it almost felt like they weren't dating at all. And at first he wasn't sure if this was entirely his fault, because when he said he wanted a break, he only really meant a couple of days to himself.

At this point, he felt like he was losing his mind.

But he didn't really want to call her first. He was sort of waiting for her to ask, because it was just easier that way. But she never did. And this made his palms sweat again.

If she was holding them, it'd cease. But he didn't have his rock by his side. He didn't want to admit defeat, but he didn't want this loosened string holding them together. He was so comfortable to them being so…tight. Compressed together. Almost as if they were already bonded for good.

He liked permanent.

There were times where he'd catch himself about to say something to her, but to only look up disappointed, only staring at himself in the mirror. He was alone and that wasn't a bad thing. But it was slowly eating at him just how much of a difference she truly made.

He brought his phone to his ear, after two more days passed. He grew impatient, and not wanting to waste his time anymore.

"Hello?"

He didn't realize how much he loved her voice until this moment, until she began to breathe into the phone. He could assume she was trying to hide a smile. He knew because he was trying to prevent the same.

"You haven't called." He said.

"Well…I didn't want to bother you," She said honestly. "I was waiting until you were ready again."

"This isn't what a meant when I said I wanted a break." He said. I still wanted to see you, idiot.

"Oh?" She was confused, and he could hear her scratch her head with her nails. He wondered if she trimmed them since the last time he saw her. How was her hair styled? In a loose, low bun, or in a tightened braid? "What did you mean then…"

He grew frustrated, and he knew it. "Just come over. Now."

He hung up.

No questions asked, she arrived, in corduroy jeans and a white shirt, face flushed from running. Her hair was in a high ponytail, bangs flying everywhere. Her eyes met his on the staircase and the out of breath heiress smiled, her front teeth threatening to show from her parted lips.

He had to stop his face from exposing too much truth. She had seen so many parts of him already, but he was still (painfully) embarrassed from expressing any of it. He could tell she lose a few pounds, because her face lost some of the roundness it once had. He gestured for her to follow him up the grand staircase with a flick of his head and she did, tiny steps following his barely audible ones.

Her sneakers squeaked on every tile, and his bare feet made no noise. With his back turned, he smiled.

"Have you been eating?" He asked, interrogating the girl he called his. She was sitting on his bed, shoes off, colorfully patterned socks exposed, knees against her chest. She was drinking a glass of water before setting the empty cup on his nightstand before nodding.

"Liar. You lost weight."

She bit the inside of her cheek. "We haven't gone out much so I've just been in my room lately," She said slowly, almost embarrassed. "I didn't do much since the last time I saw you." She confessed.

For some twisted reason, this pleased him. So she was as miserable as I was. "Come here." She crawled next to him, and laid her head on his lap. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, almost too scared to get closer. It was dangerous territory. Sure, he had explored some of it, but since it had been awhile, it was almost restricted to him now. Or so he thought, anyway. He didn't want to do anything wrong. He already did enough with this stupid request.

"Did…you do anything?" she asked, looking at him from above. Their eyes met and her softened, genuine curiosity arising.

"I saw Naruto once." He tried to think of something else to add. He didn't want her to know he was a hermit, too. "Read a few books."

"I missed you." She said boldly, her eyelids closing. He could hear her resting heartbeat, now that she relaxed. "And I'm glad you called."

"Why?"

"I was scared you wouldn't."

At this, his face softened. It was nice being with someone who could say the things he couldn't. And when he could, it was because he had to release a bit of himself to feel whole. If he said too much, he'd be admitting a weakness, and that was not an option for him.

He ran his fingers through her hair, releasing her mane from the rubber band. "I don't want to take breaks anymore." He said after a while.

She smiled, a single tear rolling down her cheek. He wasn't alarmed as he would have been in any other scenario. She was relieved and he could tell.

"I'm glad." She laughed.

And there it was. The music he had been missing.

A/N: I know it's short, but I'm experimenting. If you're interested, I believe that "Like Slow Disappearing" by Turnover is the song that inspired this moment. I want this story to be as realistic as high school relationships are. I missed updating and I originally wanted to update on the same date as the last (Nov. 7th 2014...aha). Sorry. I will definitely update sooner and more frequently now.

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