Today I had an urge to start another story.
It may not be long…though.
I hope you like!

Edit: July 2008

Disclaimer- I don't own Naruto.

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Here I am, sitting in this stupid math class, bored out of my mind. What will linear equations do for me in the real world, anyway? Nothing, that's what! So I usually waste time by talking to Sasuke and Sakura but especially Sasuke.

Let's begin with… 'fuck'he is so godamn hot! I know I sound ridiculous when I say that but . . . I just can't help it. He does that to me.

This year has been my greatest yet. I and Sasuke have become impeccably close. Best, best friends. Like we hang out and stuff all the time now. It's weird honestly. It never used to be like that. Two years ago, Sasuke never knew I existed, so basically I've been working like an idiotic maniac to get to the point where he does. The thing that disappoints me . . . is that he has a girlfriend.

Yep. A girlfriend. An ugly one too: Ino Yamanaka.

She is the most annoying thing to walk the face of the earth. She practically screams Queen Bitch. I just don't see what Sasuke likes in her. I especially get a crack out of her love notes. They all, in sum, consist of "I love you Sasuke, I love your hair, you smell good today," etc. etc. etc. Like eck. Makes me sick . . . of course not Sasuke, just Ino.

So I have a minor infatuation problem on my hands. What you don't admit can't hurt you though, right?

Getting back to the life that's steadily killing me though . . . Fuck, I'm so bored! Sasuke must have been bored too . . . since he's now asleep. His ass needs to wake the frick up and talk to me, damnit. I am not droning through this class alone.

With no means of subtlety, I stick a pencil in his ear . . . and wiggle. "What the fuck, dobe?" Plan: success.

"You were sleeping . . . so I decided to wake you." I graciously smile.

Sasuke sits up and cleans out his ear with a pinky finger, a disgusted look securely on his face. "And you decided to stick an eraser in my ear instead of just tapping me because . . .?"

Believe me; I would most definitely tap you if you'd ask, Sasuke.

But I say with my freaky, polite smile, "Because when I do tap you it obviously doesn't work."

"Hn." he answers me simply. Now I really smile 'cause I just (easily) won. He gives up easily when it comes to me . . . Okay, I lie. He just thinks I don't stand a chance anyway. Why bother? he thinks. Whatever. I'd own your ass any day, sucker.

He sighs, and before he can put his head back down for sleep I speak up.

"Well, what are you doing after school?" I ask as I sit back in my chair.

"Ino and I are gonna hang at the mall. You want to come?" he answers. He doesn't look up at me as he also relaxes back.

I look away even though I know he's not staring at me. God, I fucking hate Ino. I almost laugh. To cut my time with Sasuke or to be around Ino against the wellbeing of my mental health? Which is the lesser evil? "Nah, no thanks." Good choice.

I had already looked up when he glares at me. He looks . . . okay, pretty angry. What the hell. Sometimes his bipolar angry just ticks me off. "Why the hell not? You fucking know I don't like to be alone with Ino."

I backtrack and blink. "Wait, you don't? Since when?"

He turns and looks back at Ino. "You know why and I . . ." He cuts off short. Just like Sasuke to cut himself off from me and keep it all in.

"Sasuke—"

Berrring!

And the bell rings. Fuck.

Man he might've actually opened up to me . . . I was so close. Why did this class have to end now? I chuckle. And I had just wanted it so badly to end. I should've left him sleeping.

Before I notice, he's almost out the door, bag over his shoulder. "Sasuke!" I call. "Wait!" and he does, without looking back, "What were you going to say?"

"Nothing. Forget it. Be in the parking lot after school."

I frown as I also begin to stand and gather my things. "Parking lot? Why?"

The smirk over his shoulder tells me enough not to need an answer. "We're going to the mall, remember?"

Albeit, I digress. I glare at him. "I said I didn't want to—"

"I don't care. You're coming." And what Sasuke says goes?

But with that said, Sasuke disappeared out into the mesh of students, off to his next class. And, of course, I knew where he was going. I know his entire schedule.

. . . But Christ, why does he have to be so demanding?

He is not the fucking boss of me.

Alright, who am I kidding?

I would do anything for him.

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Fucking finally. The day ends.

Today was like the longest day ever and I have shit loads of homework to do tonight . . . which will, of course, make my day even longer and much more unbearable.

. . . But as for now, I stand in the parking lot. Alone. Looking like a fuckin' idiot, staring around aimlessly. The things I do for this boy. Where is he anyways? He told me to wait in the parking lot, and here I am. Waiting. And waiting . . . And waiting.

I see his car; I know it's his cause the license plate says 'HOT247'. And he is indeed hot 24 hours, 7 days a week, but fuck is that cheesy or what? If his body didn't scream sex the way it did, he wouldn't be able to pull it off. But it does, and he does, with, amazingly, his dignity intact. Plus, I've been in this car millions of times. He just won't let me drive the damn thing. Fucker doesn't trust me at all.

Oh and here he comes . . . God, he's fucking gorgeous.

Obviously except for that bimbo on his arm. "Puke, sir?" Yes, please.

I zone back in as he comes to stand in front of me. He notices my glazed stare. He has a knack for that. Sensing when something's up with me. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing. Why?" I vacantly gaze into his eyes.

"You had that dumbass grin on then it just faded away into . . . well, blank is a good word for that face."

I smile my equally gorgeous (I lie, nothing is as equally gorgeous as him) smile. "Nothing."

"Hi Naruto." The blonde thing greets me in her lovely (sickening) high-pitched voice.

I look at the tramp. My smile exceeds my honesty. "Oh . . . hey Ino."

She just remains oblivious and spoons in closer to Sasuke's body. That wench. "Sasuke told me you're coming with us to mall. So let's get going, 'kay?" A blinding, teeth-showing smile. Yeah, I sense a daily teeth whitening on our bimbo's schedule.

"Yeah." I hop in the backseat of the car and we drive off to the mall. I stare out the window the entire time. I don't think I can bear to look up, actually. Looking at Ino makes me realize she has something I don't. And maybe never will. I notice (and try to ignore) as Sasuke glances back at me in the rear view mirror and rightfully realizes I'm kind of upset. Like I said, he has this incredible talent for reading me like an open book. Now, I usually don't display my emotions clear on my face if they happen to be on the sad side of the meter, but you can't always hide everything.

I struggle to keep my eyes away, naturally to no achievement. I stare into his brilliant shades-of-grey eyes. He gives me a reassuring (sort of) smile and a clear saying 'we'll talk about this later'. I nod and look back out the window. We're almost at the mall. Yippee.

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We arrive at the mall and start to walk around as Ino goes into practically every store. Fucking shop queen. This girl is just not Sasuke's type. I don't know how many times I have to repeat the obvious.

It's so boring following her around all day and carrying her bags (I'm not her boyfriend. Why the fuck am I carrying her bags?) that Sasuke and I agree to sit in the food court while she finishes.

"Damn, your girlfriend knows how to speed shop." The word girlfriend seems to sting my tongue. I just hate that word.

"Yeah." Sasuke absently looks at the floor.

I decide to bring it up now and get it over with. Hopefully Ino finds a well, falls in, dies on impact, and this conversation won't have to be rushed. Maybe it's about what I've been wanting to hear for forever . . . Maybe I'm delusional. "So Sasuke, what were you saying in math class before the bell?" I can keep my cool as easily he can.

"Dobe, why did you have that look in the car?" He answered my question with a question. God, I hate that.

"Bastard, stop changing the subject and just tell me."

"There's nothing to tell." Egomaniacal, lying, sunuva—

"Then why did you drag me to the mall?" I say angrily. This off and on thing is getting tiresome already.

"Because you're my best friend and we don't hang out much." . . . Well okay that's true—No! He's covering himself! Have some damn backbone, Naruto.

"Lie. We sit together in like every class and I sleep over your house like every night. So just tell me the truth already."

Sasuke sighs, looking uncharacteristically distressed. Sasuke doesn't do stress. He brushes stress off like a pesky fly. "You answer my question first and I'll tell you."

I feel my stomach twist painfully. I was so not getting out of this. "Fine. I . . . I . . ." I can't find the words. I can't just tell him. What, here? In the middle of the food court? How pathetic and movie-dramatic is that? I'll just make something up. "I was like that in the car because I found out Ino . . . I mean . . . I found out that the person I liked for a long time doesn't feel the same way." That was a good response, right? It was the truth. It's just a matter of how you interpret it. "Now your turn," I say.

He looks pretty scandalized. His eyes stay to the table. "Fine. I was trying to tell you in class that I don't like Ino and I like someone else. Are you happy?"

Wow. Confession day, isn't it? "Who?" I ask boldly. I have to know. God help me if it's another skank.

"Yeah Sasuke, who?"

Sasuke and I turn around to see Ino staring right at him. Like oh shit. That's some nice timing.

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1st chap. Done!

How was it…? I typed it up pretty fast.