When do I finish a story? I'd never think to do a NaruHina pairing, but in this last crap I tried to compile, I really liked Naruto's character, so I thought why not take that good thing I learned to do from the steaming pile of- ugh, and create a drabble series. It's gon' be real cute ya'll.

Let's update twice a week while we're at it. Drabbles can't be that hard.

Oh yes- it's a Highschool and AU fanfic. The two things every sophisticate fanfictioner hates. Whatever, it's a fun genre to write in, certainly the most relatable for those in fanfiction (most of the time).

As arithmetic became second nature to the shy spirit in fourth grade, she began looking out the window. Watching the clouds mold into whimsical forms. She colored them in her head, creating fairytales based on what she saw. Her murky grey eyes matched the clouds. The slow, ever-changing movement of the clouds transitioned into her identical gaze for an entire week.

It symbolized change- a development.

Out the window, she decided, instead of looking up, she pointed her gaze down. She watched the boys gym class dart around playing soccer like crazed maniacs. It brought to her no interest, deciding to look back up to the heavens. Until a spot of messy gold locks sparked her interest.

For an agonizing year, she could never catch his name, leading her back into a depressed and obsessed reverie. It didn't help that her body shook with nerves and her words never came out right. Until fifth grade, when that bright gregarious boy was put into her class.

For a month, Hinata was happy. He acknowledged her, and that to her, was enough.

Until Naruto began his path of unreciprocated feelings for another: Her best friend. The pain wasn't jealousy she felt of Sakura, but rather empathy for Naruto. Oh, how she wished that he knew just how much they had in common.

Middle school happened and as everyone developed feelings and clicked like magnets, Hinata could never overcome her first love. As she expected him to walk into the door on the first day in his messy style, he never came. Rumors flooded the classroom, anticipating his arrival until Sasuke, his best friend, claimed that Naruto switched schools.

And he was right.

Sakura was quick to catch on, guilt encroached her heart for not better directing Naruto's affections to the gloomy Hinata. If he knew just how bright her smile could be, how perfect her skin was, and how dedicated this girl, this unique girl could be toward him, how wonderful would it have been to witness.

Come high school, completely dedicated to finishing her studies, diligent and still completely shy. Yet, never forgetting the mayor's son, lodged in the back of her mind, a familiar bright blond sat in front of her during tenth grade homeroom.

An arrow pierced straight into her heart again.

The first day of high school, that scraggily head appeared in her sight. In front of her. She felt dizzy, breathing halted. The nerves painfully wracked and clouded all her senses. She needed to do something. She needed to calm.

"Sakura Haruno."

"Here."

"Hinata Hyuuga."

"Here- do you mind if I go to the washroom?"

"Yes?" She said it with so much urgency that the professor couldn't deny her.

Hinata darted out.

The class was appalled. That was the first time anyone heard her speak other than Sakura. Such a simple phrase had everyone talking. For Sakura, she was concerned for her friend's sudden leaving. She knew why but another thought in her head, a rational one the least said otherwise- there'd be no way she was still in love with him.

Before letting her episode get to her, Hinata frantically checked every stall of the bathroom. When the coast was clear, she took a deep breath with a hand hovering over her heavy beating heart. In the mirror she let out a huge grin, her pale cheeks went rosy and let her arms straight up in the air.

"Yes!" she screamed, jumping up and down.

The only thing she could do was laugh the bubbling relief off and do a little happy dance, consisting of moving her legs up and down and shaking her entire body as she paced around the bathroom. It was a comical sight, and with luck being on her side that day, she was never caught.

Hinata jovially hummed to herself throughout the day. Sakura needed not to inquire and simply went along with it.

Hinata returned to that quiet depressive state quickly the next day. She realized suddenly that there would be no way Naruto would fall for her. Because she also realized that's what she wanted: him, all to herself. Not a measly friendship like they had in elementary.