Title: Caught in Awkward Moments
Authoress: PockyLoveLove
Rating: T
Summary: AU As if high school isn't tough enough already, Naruto finds himself getting into more and more awkward situations which nearly all involve that stupid Uchiha Sasuke. High school has never been a more awkward experience and Naruto and Sasuke are figuring this out firsthand. Yaoi, SasuNaru
Warning: Yaoi, language, OOCness (hopefully not too bad)

A/N: Hm, lately, I've been hit by one plot bunny after another :pretends to think thoughtfully: Oh well! I've been itching to write this pairing now that I've caught up fully with Shippuuden XD Been a while since I've written an AU…it feels kinda weird to be truthful. Especially, a high school AU. And man, I'm more of a third person point of view writing kinda person, but I figured I'd try my hand at first person. And at present tense. They seem to go hand in hand for me haha! Humor is also no where near my forte (angst XD) but, I'm willing to try new things. I promise to give this my all and try my best from start to finish!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters in anyway. I only write to entertain others and for my own strange, twisted, yet loveable amusement. (And, I only envy Kishimoto Masashi for being able to think up of such a manga and characters! And Naruto and Sasuke are lovable in their own ways and together—bringing out the best and the worst in the other X3)

Caught in Awkward Moments

Chapter One: The Pink Envelope of Doom

There are only four things that I abso-fucking-lutely love in this damn, godforsaken world. One, my dad who died when I was about six. But now, my former teacher, Iruka-sensei, has taken it upon himself to take care of me (visiting my home occasionally and making sure that I have enough food to eat besides ramen and whatnot), and I consider him my surrogate father. Two, my friends because god knows where I would be without them…probably in all of those honors, study-your-ass-off pansy classes. Ugh, the thought makes me shudder! Three, my little stuffed fox, Kyuubi. Stop staring at me like I'm some kinda knife-wielding maniac please. Yes, I have a stuffed animal who happens to be a very cute fox with blood red eyes and nine fluffily cute tails and just happens to sleep on the bed with me every night. I love him, okay? My dad made him for me and I've had him and loved him ever since so shut up. And finally four, ramen. It is the best food to have EVER graced this crap world and I would honestly trade all of my items in my room just for a bowl of Ichiraku ramen right now. Except for Kyuubi though.

Now, in contrast, there is only one thing that I abso-fucking-lutely hate in this world. That thing happens to be a person, by the way. One Uchiha Sasuke. The biggest prick I have ever met in my life with the biggest stick rammed up his ass for that matter. That guy actually makes Sai look like a freakin' pansy running around with a cupcake shoved down his pants! Granted that Sai is more creepy than rude and evil, but hey, the point is I tried my hand at an analogy and found out that hey, I ain't cut out for them. Like I was saying. Sasuke is pure evil I tell ya. The only redeeming thing about him is the fact that we used to play together when we were kids. But really, even that can't make me like the guy like the rest of the population.

Why do I hate him so if we were such great buddies back when we were kids (back when we were babies in diapers actually)? Oh, I guess I forgot to add that it was BEFORE he backstabbed me and decided to ignore me because I wasn't good enough for his stuck up, pompous ass! He USED to be my best friend. He USED to be awesome. Now, he is just an asshole with a superiority complex.

Anyways, the reason I am running an inner monologue about the guy I hate is because……uh, I hate him?

While I'm trying to work out a good reason, my good friend Kiba (whom I have known since we were about ten and is my best friend) shows up and takes the present opportune opening to grab me into a headlock and then proceeds to gnash his knuckles against my scalp. Which really hurts like hell!

"Ah, what the hell!! Let go, Kiba, you stupid dog bastard!" I yell, thrashing around.

He releases me with a howl of laughter which sounds remotely like, "Hahaha, I'm a stupid dog-loving bastard." Okay, so it doesn't really sound like that, but still. He really is a stupid dog-loving bastard.

Behind him, Gaara, Shikamaru, Chouji, and Lee appear, all of them looking none too worse for wear, well besides the last. Honestly, when you see us, this weird group of six people who have absolutely nothing in common, the first word which probably comes to mind is 'misfits'. But uhm, I guess that is precisely the reason why we became friends. And by misfit, I don't mean…freaks all pulled together. I mean it in the way of…we don't have anything in common but enjoy hanging with each other. Only me and Gaara (as sad as it is) are considered misfits in the "holy crap, you're a freak, get the hell away from me" way. So we've been alone since we were kids. It's actually because of that loneliness that the two of us became friends.

"You're actually at school on time? This is a first," puts in Gaara, or more simply known as my other best friend whom I have known since we were in elementary school. He is raising a nonexistent eyebrow at me.

"Yeah, what's the occasion?" Kiba adds, having finished with his stupid fits of laughter at my pain which he was responsible for.

"Food?" comments Chouji, munching on his bag of chips or whatever snack he has chosen to eat this fine morning.

"Or perhaps, the springtime of youth is burning strongly within you this morning, Naruto-kun?" Lee chips in, his eyes becoming all fiery with passion.

I have half a mind to punch them (if I'm capable of even using half a mind since it is eight fucking eighteen in the morning…but then again, is it even possible to have half of a mind to do anything?) but settle with a disgruntled, "Shut up. It's not like I want to be at school on time. But when you're getting chased around your own apartment by a spatula-wielding sensei, who decided that this morning would be the perfect time to check up on you, in nothing but your boxers, soaked from head to toe, you tend to not really care that you're going to school on time. I almost got slapped silly by that spatula!!"

None of them miss my shudder and have a good laugh. Again, at my expense. Gaara just cocks his head and says amusedly, "Again?"

"Yes, again," I reply, sticking my tongue out at him like the child I am. Wait, that degrades me. Crap. Stupid eight twenty-one in the freakin' morning messing with my mind.

Shikamaru shakes his head at us and mutters something about us being so troublesome first thing in the morning. While he pretends to not act like it, Shikamaru is so a morning person. More than us at least. I mean, Lee is an insane man who woke up at the crack of dawn to run laps and all that other stuff, so I think that means he IS an awesome morning person, but…definitely not sane. So Lee doesn't count. Chouji's alright 'cause all you need to do is open a bag of chips or some other food and he's up and running. Kiba is a pretty good morning person once he gets over the initial waking up process. I, on the other hand, am like a friggin' dead log in the mornings from wake up time to at least three hours later. And Gaara. Man, don't even get me started. If I'm a dead log, then he's a dead corpse or something. One time, I tried waking him up at eight because it was the opening of a movie that I wanted to see and geez. Serious repercussions. And not the good kind but the bad kind which I'm always faced with because I happen to always make stupid decisions. He had an iron hold on my neck, strangling me while the other hand was used to mercilessly beat me with his pillow! All with his eyes still closed! When I finally freed myself after twenty agonizing minutes, his eyes cracked open and I swear I would have pissed in my pants if I was able to. I ended up having nightmares for the next week straight!

So the point of this little storytelling; Shikamaru is the best morning person out of all of us. The most, sane morning person, I mean.

The bells chimes and I unceremoniously let a groan slip at the sound. I have been up since seven, an ungodly hour, and right now, all I want to do was just lay down and go to sleep.

As if sensing this, Kiba pats my shoulder and says, "Hey, think of it this way. At least you get to sleep in class like Shikamaru does."

"But that's 'cause Shikamaru's smart enough to afford being able to sleep in class!" I whine.

The lazy bum of our group actually makes the effort to roll his eyes and says, "Geez, stop yelling first thing in the morning, Naruto."

I just stick my tongue out at him before turning to Gaara who already seems to know what I'm gonna ask him. Damn. Now I KNOW that he's going to refuse. Buy hey, it's still worth a shot, right?

"Hey, Gaara."

"No."

Okay, apparently not. Darn. I knew it. Pouting, I try to pull off the best puppy dog eyes I can but I should have known better. Gaara and I have been friends for our whole entire lives (almost). There is no way he would fall for my puppy dog eyes having seen them countless of times before.

Getting up to his feet, Shikamaru pushes Kiba from behind and waves to us despite being in our class, Chouji following behind. Kiba protests loudly all the while and I can still hear his voice even when they're halfway across the campus. Lee gives us an enthusiastic wave before running after the others in his mad dash sprint…thingy. Those guys are just too energetic…and hate being tardy.

"Time to go to hell—I mean, class," I groan, dragging my feet over to my first class of the day with Gaara in tow. Throwing open the doors, a horde of girls glance over excitedly, readying little cardboard signs and probably some other stupid event that they have planned. However, upon seeing me enter, they send about fifty death glares my way. It's pretty funny though because the second Gaara walks in after me, they all pale simultaneously and back away from us.

I'm about to crack a joke to Gaara when screams fill the air. Screams which oddly sound like, "SASKAY-KUN! SASUKEY-KUN! SASUKAY! SASKAY-KUN, PLEASE LOOK OVER AT ME AND MY SLUTTY WARDROBE 'CAUSE I'M SO DESPERATE FOR YOUR ATTENTION!"

Wow, I wonder just how badly those fangirls are capable of butchering his name. Heh heh. He deserves it, the bastard.

Gaara wrinkles his nose in disgust at the noise but doesn't even bother to glare at the newcomer like I do. Instead, he turns to me and I groan out piteously, 'cause my eardrums feel like they're gonna freakin' burst, "God, they're at it again. There's nothing even good 'bout that bastard."

He doesn't bother to nod in agreement but it's understood. Gaara isn't very fond of Sasuke either because of what he did to me which suits me just fine because…I don't like him either. Although, Gaara's hatred for Sasuke is pretty over the top, not that I mind because if his is over the top, mine is so high you can't even see it anymore. I actually had to talk, and use physical force and restraint, Gaara (and actually all of my friends at some point in time) out of going over to Sasuke's house (cross that out and replace it with mansion) and beating him shitless. Sometimes I wish I hadn't though. It would have been funny.

Anyways, his fanclub gives him one meter of room all around because that's crossing into the precious pretty boy's personal space which is a big time no-no; taboo. And doing things that are taboo which relate to Sasuke will just get the official We Love Sasuke-kun Fanclub on your ass. Trust me, it ain't pretty. I saw what happened to the last girl that accidentally crossed over into that one meter restriction.

But really, I mean, I don't get what was so great about baka Sasuke. Sure, he's got pretty hair if you enjoy looking at a duck's friggin' butt that is! I am not kidding. The back of his hair reminds me of a duck's butt. Anyways, moving on. Aside from the duck butt hair which he has had since he was a kid (yes, I know that he doesn't abuse hair products like everyone thinks he does, that duck butt hair is natural), he's got really feminine features, hence being a "pretty" boy. His skin is this creamy pale like he doesn't stay in the sun long enough to tan but doesn't stay indoors all day long to end up an unhealthy shade of white like Sai. Ahem.

"You're about to fall."

The voice snaps me out of analyzing and I blink stupidly for a few seconds before the redhead's words finally sink in and I can feel my butt slowly slipping (which is already partially getting there) from the cold wood of our desks. Turning up so fast that I fall off my desk…I fall off my desk still and make a lot of noise which brings the whole entire class's attention towards me. Damn, I knew today was going to be a bad day the second I was soaked in icy cold water and forced to run away from my spatula-wielding sensei. In my boxers may I add.

Gaara snickers quietly and in return, I give him a really dirty glare as I whine at him, "You could have told me that earlier!! Now I fell because of yooouuu!"

Great! And now I have the whole class just staring at me like I've grown another head or have gotten a third eyeball to sprout on my forehead.

I am about to throw out a really reckless threat which I'm probably incapable of carrying out when a lazy voice says, "All right kids, get back into your seats and Naruto, pick yourself up from the floor.

Behind him, Shikamaru, Chouji, Kiba, and Lee come in as well. Which reminds me, what the hell took them so long in the first place when they were the ones that left to get here before us?

The crowd disperses and my butt eventually finds its way into the chair waiting for me. That's not all that is waiting for me, however, once I resurface. Unfortunately, the person sitting next to me happens to be, thanks to a wonderful force called fate (and alphabetic order by last name), why, Sasuke! And said person has a smirk playing at his lips, the smug look directed right at me. That damn bastard!

The rapping from up front draws away my attention for a few seconds.

Hatake Kakashi. Our history teacher. This man is insane. But in the good way. He has a mask covering the lower portion of his face and his left eye is covered which made his appearance just weird. He's also insanely lazy and always late. But hey, I like him. He's a good teacher and he usually lets me get away with sleeping in his class……for public humiliation later towards the end of the class. I can deal with it though…usually.

But back to hating Sasuke.

Oh wait…he's already gone back to paying attention to the teacher, efficiently ignoring me and refusing to acknowledge my existence. Damn it! Missed my chance. Oh well. For the rest of the class, I just lay my head in my arms and sleep. And just as I'm about to take a bite of hot, steamy, mouth-watering Ichiraku ramen, a sharp pain coming from the side of my head tugs me away from my dream (ramen).

"What the hell!! My ramen!! Nooooooo!! Give me back my ramen!! My one true loveeee!! My precious sweetheart!" I yell, panicking.

The burst of obnoxious laughter brings me out of my sleepy haze and my head pops up, a trail of drool dribbling down my cheek. I can vaguely see Gaara shaking his head and Kakashi-sensei shaking his head as well. Kiba points and laughs at me while Lee asks if I'm okay. Shikamaru chooses to ignore me, shaking his head and Chouji just munches away on his snack. I'm kinda irritated that someone would have the balls to wake me up from my ramen dream.

It is then that realization decides to slap me in the face and colors my cheeks a bright red. Oh god, I just blurted out my love for ramen like an idiot. I try to keep the horrified look down to a minimum (which doesn't work out as greatly as I want it to, bleh) as I sink down into my seat.

"Care to share your random, noisy, and completely unnecessary outburst on your 'one true love'?" smiles Kakashi-sensei from his spot up front. His smile is really unnerving because it's one of those, 'I'm more pissed at you than I'm letting on but smiling at you makes it more enjoyable for me' smiles and I hate those smiles…I get enough of them from Gaara (and on occasion Sai…and Kiba), sheesh.

I begin to sweat as my cheeks are still brightly colored and the sly, well-covered smirk from beside me does not go unnoticed. That stupid, stick up his ass bastard! Who the hell does he think he is, waking me up from my dream about ramen and then making me make a fool out of myself?!

"Teme…" I growl out before a clearing of the throat knocks my attention back to Kakashi-sensei and the chortling of the class. Great. Now I'm a misfit (in question), an ignored lump, AND a laughing stock. The last being because of stupid Sasuke!!

Why the hell is he pulling on my ear anyways? He has no reason to pull on my ear! That stupid bastard! What happened to ignoring each other's existences!?

"Well, Naruto? We're all waiting to hear your wonderful story."

I panic. What am I supposed to say?! C'mon, Naruto, you can talk yourself outta this! Just think…

"Uh… That is… You're freakin' awesome, Kakashi-sensei?" I try, giving him a sheepish grin.

Kakashi-sensei gives me a smile and says, "Pay attention." He turns back to his lecture and I turn to throw a really dirty glare at Sasuke who only smirks arrogantly back at me. I really should knock him down a peg—both pride and physical wise.

"You're such a stupid bastard," I hiss at him.

For a second, I don't think that he is going to answer back because we've barely spoken to each other in the past five or seven years. I don't remember anymore. I don't bother to remember. But nope, he just turns that superior Uchiha smirk of his on me and says evenly, "And you'll always be a dobe."

The familiar nickname tugs at my heartstrings despite the fact that it shouldn't. I think I'm angry at him for thinking that he can so casually refer to me by that name. That name is reserved for the younger Sasuke I knew back when we were still best friends, not this older, bitchier Sasuke that I hardly know or recognize and ignores me because he thinks that he's better than me now.

"Don't call me that," I growl through clenched teeth. Yup. That nickname is 'specially reserved for young Sasuke. Not you, heartless bastard old Sasuke.

He seems taken back by my strong reaction to the name but I think it's just the light playing tricks on my eyes because he's still smirking that arrogant smirk of his as he says, "It's fitting to call a dobe, dobe."

I want to punch him. Straight in the face. I really do. Because honestly, who the hell does he think he is, talking to me so casually and using nicknames that young Sasuke used to tease—and mostly insult—me with!

"You really get on my nerves, you annoying bastard!"

Oops. That came out a little bit louder than I wanted it to. And I'm up a little bit higher that I want to be. Wait, let's see……………Crap!! When did I get out of my chair!? And when did I yell that out!?

Kakashi stares up at me with a lazy eye and regards me with an amused smile. "Sit down, Naruto and please, try not to get that crazy impulse to just stand and blurt out random thoughts again. Or else."

"Ah…right. Sorry, Kakashi-sensei," I say sheepishly, sinking back down into my seat. Guah. I can actually feel the murderous intent radiating off the girls in the class. Crazy.

Now I've got crazy fangirls after my ass for insulting their precious Sasuke. Great. I KNEW talking to him would do nothing but get me into trouble. I slump in my seat and shoot a sideways glance at the bastard who has gone back to ignoring my existence. But the second he catches me glaring at him, he smirks and I get that crazy impulse to just crash my fist into his face again. Funny, huh?

After class, I approach Gaara with a tired wave and he simply takes one look at me and asks, "Should I kill him for you now?"

I laugh but shake my head, "Nah, it's all good."

He looks skeptical but nods as the rest of our gang begins to join the two of us. The rest of the day is rather uneventful and I'm bored silly until the end of the day. The end of school, to be precise.

"Yo! What's up, guys?" I wave cheerfully as Kiba and Lee approach, completing our misfit group. Those two had mysteriously disappeared after class.

"Geez! Is there ever a time when that creepy kid ISN'T hanging around her?" mutters Kiba crestfallen, clearly annoyed.

Lee pats the dog lover comfortingly on the shoulder and replies passionately, "Do not give up, Kiba-kun! The springtime of youth will overcome even the toughest of tough obstacles! Do not let him stand in the way of your youthful love!"

"…Eh?" I'm rather confused because from what Lee is saying, it kinda sounds like Kiba's in love with someone. Which is funny because I thought he was only capable of loving dogs—Akamaru in particular. "Kiba's in love with someone?"

"You didn't know, Naruto?" ask Chouji, munching on some crackers.

Shikamaru just shakes his head and mutters, "Figures someone as oblivious as you wouldn't have noticed by now."

"Oblivious? Hey, I'm not oblivious! And what haven't I noticed?"

"Kiba likes Hyuuga Hinata," states Shikamaru simply.

Okay, hold on. Pause. And rewind juuuuust a little. Kiba…likes Hyuuga Hinata? Hinata…? As in that weird girl that is constantly fidgeting and blushing like mad and stutters Hinata? Kiba, who is loudmouthed, rude, and annoying, likes shy, polite, and soft-spoken Hinata? Why the hell didn't he say anything earlier!?

"Why did you say something earlier!?" I squawk, pointing a finger at him. "How could you keep a thing like that from me, Kiba?! I thought we were friends!!"

Kiba slaps his forehead in annoyance as he says, "I told you two months ago!"

"…………I don't remember this."

"It's probably because you were too busy inhaling ramen at the time! Dammit. I knew I shouldn't have told you while you were eating ramen," moans the brunet.

"Oh…heh, my bad Kiba. My bad," I say with a sheepish smile as I rub the back of my neck. "But really man, how's it going? You asked her out yet?"

Kiba sighs at that and says, "I can't. Her cousin, Hyuuga Neji, is constantly watching over her and I swear, every time I go and try to ask, it's like he knows I'm coming and intercepts! And he's fuckin' scary man!"

We all give him a sympathetic look.

"Well, I'm going home guys before I get yelled at by my mom for coming late or something troublesome," remarks Shikamaru. Chouji follows as well since they live practically next door to each other after saying, "See you guys tomorrow!"

Lee is the next one to go. "I must go home and run one hundred laps around my neighborhood! Good bye! I will see you all tomorrow!"

With another heavy sigh, Kiba gives a wave and leaves as well, saying, "See ya."

I wave back and turn to find that Gaara is staring back at the school building. "Gaara? What're ya looking at?"

He turns back and shakes his head. "I'm going home now," is all he says and walks away, leaving me completely confused. Oookay, weird. For some reason, something feels really off today about our parting ways, but I just shrug. Whatever. Time to get home and eat some—sparkle sparkle—ramen!! Unfortunately, as I take one step forward, I realize that I've left my book back in the classroom and groan.

"Damn learning and books keeping me from my ramen!!" I whine to myself as I jog back to class. I hastily slide open the door to the class and stumble my way over to my desk. Huh? What the heck? Where'd my book go? I know I left it on my desk! Whining (in a very manly way may I add), I'm about to sulk when I spot Sasuke's stuff still neatly packed on his desk. What the crap is his stuff still doing here?

Looking around for any intruders, I can't help myself and begin to snoop around his things, even taking some of them out. Geh, it's just the usual boring stuff like notebooks and textbooks. I flip through one of his notebooks (maybe I can make a quick copy of his notes, he actually writes down some pretty useful stuff as opposed to my notes which are just random doodles) when a pink envelope slips out and flutters onto the desktop. "Sasuke carries around pink envelopes?"

Despite my better judgment, I end up picking up the envelope between my fingers and stare at it with a grin. Sasuke's name is written neatly in pretty ink on the front. I'm vaguely aware of the whole 'curiosity killed the cat' phrase, but I don't care because one, that doesn't make ANY sense, and two, I'm REALLY curious and I'm not a cat so curiosity can't kill me! HA! Take that!

Flipping over the envelope to the back, to my luck, I find that it's sealed. Darn. Where can I find some steam??

The sounds of the approaching footsteps cause me to jump, startled. Craaap! I try telling myself not to panic, and before those footsteps can reach the classroom, I bolt outta there like I've got a just woken up Gaara, ate the last chip Chouji, beat Akamaru silly Kiba, springtime of youth mad dash Lee, and spatula-wielding Iruka-sensei on my ass (Shikamaru wouldn't chase after me to kick my ass, no, he would use more manipulative ways which wouldn't require him to even lift a foot)! I ran so fast that a trail of dust was actually behind me! And there is no way in hell I am stopping anytime soon!! Eventually, I make it to my apartment, the only apartment on the floor just above the roof, panting and entirely out of breath. It is only then that I see a flash of pink and realize that I've still got the love letter to Sasuke in my hand.

"Ah snap."

Rubbing my messy blond spikes, I groan and let myself into my quiet home calling out, "I'm home."

There's no response, but that's to be expected since I live by myself and Iruka-sensei only stopped by in the morning. Dropping my backpack onto the floor, my eyes stay glued to that stupid pink envelope which has the faint scent of perfume lingering on it. It's calling my name. I swear that it's calling my name!! It's saying, Open me, Naruto. You know you wanna. C'mon. Open me. Opeeen meeee, Narutoooo.

My fingers twitch and while I try to uphold my morals, I crash with one more, Open meee! sung by yours truly, the envelope. My lips stretch out into a large grin. Hey, why should I ignore the little thing's request? That would just be mean.

Okay, okay, now, what did Kiba tell me about steaming open letters? Something about steam and sealed envelopes… Boiling water makes steam! Genius, Uzumaki Naruto! You are a freakin' genius. OH! And boiled water makes cup ramen!! Even more genius!! Am I good or what?

Grinning to myself, I hurriedly boil a pot of water and once the steam rises, I carefully position the envelope above it and unseal it. Doing a small victory dance, the water gets dumped into the awaiting cup ramen. Hey, no point in wasting good ramen water, right? Now, I've got three whole minutes to give this love letter my full, undivided attention.

My fingers pluck out the carefully folded piece of some funky light shade of purple paper, and unfolding it, I make a face at the horrid scent of perfume. Ew. What the heck did this fangirl do?! Dump the whole damn bottle of perfume onto this one sheet or something!? EW! The stench is disgusting!! …Better get it away from my precious ramen. It could be contagious!!

When I'm a good distance away from my ramen (save its precious soul from this crap smelling perfume), I read through the letter and with each word I read, my cheeks begin to turn a darker shade of red as I try to hold in my laughter. And unfortunately, by the end of the letter (complete with little hearts and stars and names written together inside of a heart in that you plus me equals love-slash-heart way—only there are no names aside from baka Sasuke's because this girl has decided to remain 'anonymous' and as a 'secret creepy stalker admirer'), I am rolling on the floor, clutching my stomach and laughing uninhibitedly as tears leak from my screwed eyes. Holy. Crap. I did NOT know that girls—teenage girls were capable of writing such…such…mushy, cheesy, makes you wanna throw up, sappy, overly sentimental crap!

This…This thing is so mushy, I can't even read a single word out loud without bursting into laughter!! Not only that, but it actually is making me want to throw up it's so girly and ooh-lala-y with its emotional, sentimental smuck. Oh god, my eyes! My eyes! They burn!! People should NOT be able to write such a honey globbed, sugar coated love letter! It should be a friggin' felony!! I quickly shove the offending thing back into its little pink envelope (decorated with more hearts and smileys) and shudder as I push it as far away as possible. The only problem is I don't wanna touch it with my bare hands. Thus, I sit here with a spatula in one hand, the same one Iruka-sensei was threatening to kill me with this morning, pushing it as far away as possible.

At this point, I actually almost feel sorry for the bastard Sasuke who probably gets a ton of these letters each day. Keyword here being almost though. In my opinion, that stupid asshole deserves this and a million more! I hope that one day, he gets a love letter drenched in perfume and with explicit porn written on the inside of all the naughty things his fangirl wants to do with him, a pair of handcuffs, jelly donuts, and a paddle. Oh ew! The mental images!! Oh, sick!! This is even worse than the time I got a full back view of Lee in that damn spandex suit when we were playing Twister thanks to that dumbass Kiba! Eww! Crap!! Now THOSE images are running through my head with those other ones!! And this time, I did it to myself!! Oh god, gimme a bucket, I'm gonna hurl!

I rush to my ramen at this point because sweet, merciful, heavenly ramen can just wash away everything (those mental images my brain so cruelly produced of Sasuke, his fangirl, twenty packs of jelly donuts, handcuffs, and a paddle and of Lee) and just leave me with nothing but pure sweet bliss in heaven. The first delightful bite is so amazing, I completely forget about the letter, the contents of said letter, and the mental images which I can no longer remember what they were of or why they were so scarring in the first place. It is only when I've run out of noodles and soup and I am peering sadly at the bottom of the empty cup do I realize: I have to return that love letter to Sasuke.

"Aw snap!!"

And those mental images of getting a full view of every stinkin' curve of Lee's behind in a tight spandex suit and of Sasuke thrown into a mix of explicit porn involving paddles, handcuffs, and jelly donuts? Yeah, those are all coming back to me, too, now that I no longer have any ramen to block them out. Ugh… I'm really contemplating gouging my eyes out with an ice cream scoop and plunging them into holy water in hopes that it will rinse off those horribly scarring images which will have me needing to visit a therapist in the near future. But honestly, I don't think even that will help me at this point.

A/N: I'm actually really nervous 'bout this one because I feel like Naruto is becoming waay too OOC since it's being told from his perspective and it's a high school fic, that means so many things can go wrong but I guess that's what makes it fun? :nervous laugh: But I'll just shut up now 'bout all that.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it and as always, reviews would be greatly appreciated :3