Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto...though it'd be awesome if I did.

To me – life was a complicated process. Sure, there was some simplicity to it, but at the same time certain issues managed to make it a bit harder. Being a teenager happened to be one of those issues.

Hormones, pimples, puberty – they all sucked. Thankfully, my rough relationship with puberty had been brought to a clean finish a few years ago. Hormones? Yeah, they were still raging, but what can you do about it? It's just a part of life.

Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because school was about to be back in session soon. And not only that, but I was attending a new high school this year.

Around a month ago my mother and I had moved our house. It was a cozy house with 2 bedrooms. The property wasn't too big, but in no way was it small. It was a comfortable place and, surprisingly, I really liked it. For me, the move was a bit rough. I had lived in our previous house since the day I had been born, so the change of location wasn't exactly natural. I worked it out though.

My mother, however – for her it was much worse.

You see…our family wasn't always composed of just the two of us. My father used to be a part of it too. I'd love it if he was, but…well, let me just give it to you truthfully.

He died.

My dad had brain cancer. When I was 12 he was diagnosed. He died right before I turned 17, which happened to be a month or so ago in July. It wasn't exactly tragic, but it was definitely sad when he finally passed.

And while I was adapting to his missing presence, my mom wasn't handling his absence so well. So…she left.

Ultimately, after moving here things didn't seem to be getting any easier for her, so after debating the topic and discussing it with me; she packed up most of her belongings and headed back to our home town. Her parents and brother lived there, as well as all of her friends, so being there would hopefully help her get back into the swing of things.

I stayed behind because I wanted to. I didn't exactly mind living alone – it gave me a better chance to try and establish my own way of life. And not only that, but had taken a liking to the area we had moved into as well.

The house was about a block away from a small, water front town. It was one of those towns that only spanned about a half a mile in each direction. It was filled with restaurants, one for each type of venue – family, banquet, café, you name it. There was also a large library, a movie theatre, clothing stores and such. It was a very nice, comfortable town.

A few blocks in the other direction of our house was the high school. From what I had heard, its name was Shinobi High or something like that. I hadn't gotten around to going to see it yet. I wasn't really in a hurry to become acquainted with the school.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate school or anything, but it wasn't exactly my favorite thing either. It was just one of those necessary parts of life.

So – just to some that all up – I live in house, alone, in a town that I've just moved to…and school will be starting soon. Plus, I don't really know anyone yet either. I think I forgot to mention that.

But I'm cool with it; I'm a bit of a loner anyway, to be honest. Sure, I love just talking with people, but growing up as an only child taught me ways on how to keep myself entertained.

At any rate, let's get back to the present.

Like I mentioned before, it was summer. The air was humid, but the breeze made it bearable. The summer's actually not that bad when there's a breeze. Plus, living near a lake made it a lot cooler too.

Anyway, I was currently sitting on an old wooden bench on the front porch, reading this one book I had gotten for Christmas a few years ago, Grave Witch. Beside me on a small metal table was my iPod. It was hooked up to these portable speakers and Help Is On the Way by Rise Against was currently resonating throughout the area.

The many healthy green trees around me rustled as a gust of wind passed through and birds flew around in the air above, having a good time.

Absently I brushed a strand of curled brown hair out of my face, tucking it behind my pierced ear. I started getting piercings when I was in middle school, and eventually it lead up to the 11 I had now.

Yeah, I know, 11 seems like a lot right? It really wasn't though. All I had was 3 piercings in the lobe of each ear, 2 cartilage piercings in the left ear and an industrial and tragus piercing in the other. And for anyone who isn't too knowledgeable when it comes to types of piercing, industrial is a bar that goes through the top of your ear, and a tragus is a bar or hoop that goes through the…well, tragus.

Oh, and don't tell my mom, but I also have a tongue piercing. Well, it was under my tongue on that little flap that holds your tongue to the bottom of your mouth – it was called a Frenulum, I think. I went out the summer after 9th grade and got it just because I wanted to have some type of piercing besides in my ears. No one knew about it though, it was my little secret. So hush.

My hair was another one of those weird things about me. It stretched just past my shoulders at the moment and since it was the summer it happened to be a lighter shade of brown. At the moment it was kind of wavy, but at other times it was curly.

One of my things was wearing bandanas in my hair too. I don't really have a reason for doing it, but it's just a part of my style. Oh, and my style is not really having a style. I just buy clothes that I like and manage to throw them together in an outfit.

For example, right now I was wearing a pair of baggy black cargo shorts and a silk-like white tank top with some type of black tree pattern on it, a green cami hugging my torso underneath. My hair was also tied in a high ponytail, a gray bandana rolled up and being used like a headband to keep the small strands of free hair pulled back. I had 4 of my earrings in too; the industrial, tragus, and the 2 cartilage. My tongue piercing never comes out – I'm too afraid trying to get it back in.

"Excuse me, miss."

Blinking, I looked up from my book to find an old man standing at the end of my porch with a smile. He was somewhat tan and had cream colored hair and a goatee. Three lines seemed to stretch down from each of his eyes and two dark spots rested on one of his cheeks. He also had this large red hat, t-shirt, shorts, and some brown sandals on.

"Sorry, did I disturb you?" He questioned at seeing my slightly startled look.

Dog-tagging the corner of the page, I threw my book onto the metal table next to my iPod and quickly turned my music down to an almost inaudible level.

"Ah, no, of course not!" I replied, hopping up from my spot to greet him. His smile returned immediately and I returned the gesture.

"My name is Hiruzen Sarutobi," he said, sticking a hand out towards me. "It's very nice to meet you."

"Aerin," I replied, grasping his hand with my own. "Aerin Grey. Nice to meet you too, Mr. Sarutobi."

"I've been meaning to come down and greet you and your mother for a while," he admitted with a deep chuckle. "I saw you move in a few weeks ago and thought that I'd welcome you to the neighborhood."

I blinked before smiling again. "Well that's a very kinda gesture, sir. I really appreciate the welcome."

He laughed heartily. "You seem like very well mannered young lady. You'll be starting school in a few days, correct?"

I started swaying side to side as I answered. "Yes, I am indeed."

The elder man suddenly raised his hand and flashed me a friendly thumbs up. "Good luck, then!"

I laughed. He was kind of funny. "Thank you."

Turning on his heel the man unexpectedly started to walk away.

"If you've got any trouble with the teachers at the school just tell them you know me," he said, turning back to wink at me as he scuffled down the driveway, hands folded behind his back.

I raised both my eyebrows. "And why is that?"

Mr. Sarutobi chuckled again. "Let's just say I used to rule that school back in the day."

I blinked, eyes widening, and he raised a hand in the air as he started back down the side walk towards where ever it was he lived. "Feel free to come and talk to me if you ever want to chat. Have a good day, now!"

"You too!" I replied with a little wave of my own, watching as he continued away from the property without glancing back. I kept my eyes on him until he turned the corner, disappearing from sight.

Huh…what a weird old man. I laughed.

"So he used to be the principal of Shinobi High?"

He seemed nice enough…hopefully the newer principal had some of his traits.

Sliding around, I grabbed my book off the table. I didn't feel like reading anymore at the moment.

Suddenly, my stomach spoke. Snorting a laugh I placed my free hand atop the sheltered organ, staring down at it with an amused smirk.

"It seems that you have become vacant, my friend."

It rumbled again.

"Don't worry, I shall feed you," I said reassuringly as I grabbed my iPod and book before heading inside.

The house was a lot colder than the outside world. I tended to have the air conditioning blasting a lot.

Setting my belongings on the kitchen table I strode up to the refrigerator, pulling the hinged metal door open. There was some lunch meat, cheese, fruit and other such things residing inside.

I frowned. Nothing really seemed appealing.

"Time to go on an adventure!" I exclaimed, swinging the fridge door shut before heading out of the kitchen and down the hall towards my bedroom.

I flicked the light on as I stepped into the small room, illuminating the area. My bedroom was somewhat modern themed. Two of the walls were red and the other two were a light grayish color. Next to the door was a closet and directly in front of the door, pushed against the parallel wall, was a bed. The closet had two sliding panels which also served as giant mirrors, blocking off the contents inside, and the bed was lined in gray sheets, a black comforter toping it off. Dressers and a few shelves' lined the other two walls.

I took a couple steps to the side and slid one of the panels to the closet open. Inside on the ground were a pile of jumbled shoes. I managed to locate my pair of high-top Converse through the mess and fished them from the rest.

Plopping onto the edge of the bed next to my dresser, I opened the first drawer and retrieved a pair of plain gray ankle socks. I slipped them onto my feet before maneuvering on my shoes. They were red, black and plaid – three of my favorite things all combined into my favorite type of shoe.

Anyway, I put the shoes on grabbed a small black wallet off my dresser and stuffed it in the back pocket of my shorts before heading back out of the room. I wasn't all too into carrying around a purse, so I had a guy wallet. It was so much easier to carry around than a purse when all you needed was money.

Before leaving the house I grabbed my key-ring, iPod and cell phone. I placed my phone in the cargo pocket on my thigh and shoved my iPod and headphones into one of my pockets before taking the key-ring and locking the front door, placing the keys in my pocket when I was done, letting the lanyard attached to it dangle loosely against my thigh as I started away from the house.

I strode down the street and turned the corner, heading left towards the town. As I walked I pulled out my iPod and plugged the headphones in, placing the buds in my ears. I set the music to shuffle and smiled as Again by YUI started to hum inside my head.

It was a Japanese song, but to me, whether a song was in another language didn't really matter. As long as it had a good beat and the lyrics made sense, I'd love it.

The town was about 10 minutes away from my house by foot, so I managed to get through another 3 songs before the large span of buildings and cleanly paved main road came into sight.

As I walked past a bar I pulled my headphones from my ears and shoved them back into my pocket. The town was a lot busier that the suburbs so I didn't want to be deaf to the things going on around me.

I headed past a family diner and a café, but both were packed full of people so I continued on my way. That's usually what happens around dinner time on a Sunday, after all.

I turned another corner and a Chinese restaurant suddenly caught my eye. Smiling to myself I walked up to the building and headed inside. A small, old Asian lady was standing behind the counter up front as I entered and she smiled at me.

"Welcome, what can I help you with today?"

I stopped myself from sprouting a stupid smile when I heard her accent. "I just came to inquire about some carry out."

"Ah, yes," she whipped a pad out of nowhere and pulled a pen from the depths of her black hair. "What is it you want?"

"Just a quart of Wonton please."

She scribbled something down on the pad and stepped out from behind the counter. "It will be just a moment."

"Alright," I replied and leaned against the wall behind me as she shuffled back towards the kitchen.

As I waited I took a moment to survey the restaurant. The place was quite dimly lit and only a few scatter families and couples occupied some of the tables.

All of the sudden I felt as if someone's eyes were on me, and sure enough, some guy sitting way back in the corner was staring at me through his small, round glasses. He had some huge coat on so all I could see was his face, not even his hair.

I stared right back at the guy, not knowing why the hell he was even looking at me like that in the first place, but thankfully the old woman returned with my food.

"That'll be $5.20."

I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and pulled out the exact change. I loved how cheap Chinese food was.

"Here you are," I said, placing the money into her hand.

"Thank you for your business," she replied with a smile, handing me my dinner neatly wrapped into a brown paper bag.

"Thank you for the food," I replied with a smirk as I swung around and exited the restaurant.

As I started back towards my house I began to smile at the thought of eating the delicious soup in the bag. However, just as I made it to the corner, a person running in the opposite direction appeared out of nowhere and bumped directly into my side.

I instantly went tumbling to the ground. My butt hit the concrete hard, and my chest started to burn. I realized right away that the soup which had been in my hands must've opened and was now spilling on me.

"Shit!" I cursed and instantly dropped the bag in my hands, starting to brush off the wetness that stained all down the front of my shirt and chest. Thankfully, my boobs weren't all that big, so I didn't need to get a ladle to fish the broth out of my cleavage.

"Oh, crap! Are you okay?!"

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay," I replied as I plucked a noodle from the inside of my bra. The person, who, I'm guessing, had knocked me over, continued to curse himself over and over. Once I had cleaned myself off I took the chance to look up and see who it was.

To my surprise, it was this boy who looked to be around my age. He had this spiky blonde hair that almost looked like bed head and a pair of bright blue eyes. Three lines were etched into each of his cheeks and a blue pendulant hanging from a black string around his neck dangled in front of a loosely worn orange tank top. A blue, sleeveless jacket covered his shoulders atop his shirt and he also wore a pair of plain black shorts and blue Converse.

By the way his shirt fit over his chest you could tell he was quite fit.

"I am soooooo sorry!" He apologized frantically. He started running his hands through his hair. "I don't know why this happened! I was just running and – I didn't expect someone to be there! I just – aaaahhhh! Gosh, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry – believe it!"

I smiled a little. At least you could tell he truly meant it.

"Hey, no worries, dude. I'm just a little scratched up, no biggie."

The guy finally stopped in his worrying and looked down at me with big eyes. "Are you sure?"

I nodded, giggling a bit. "I'm fine."

A smile quickly spread across his lips and he jumped for joy. "Oh, thank god!" He paused a second later and turned, offering me a hand. I took it gratefully.

"I ruined your shirt," he noted after a moment, staring at my stained top and cami with sad eyes.

"Ah, it'll wash out," I assured him, waving a hand nonchalantly. To be honest, I didn't know if it really would, but his puppy eyes were torture.

He began to shrug of his jacket. "Here," he said, holding it out to me. "Wear this. That way you can at least cover up those wet clothes."

I blinked. "Oh, no, you don't have to do that. I'll just go home and change."

He smiled again. "Well, actually I was thinking that I'd take you out to make up for your dinner, which I'm guessing is what's spilled all over the side walk. So if you wanna take it for now…"

I blinked again and squinted my eyes, analyzing him for a moment.

"You're not…hitting on me, are you?"

You should've seen how fast his face got red.

"WHAT?! NO! I mean – no, I wouldn't –! It's just – your clothes are dirty, and your food – it got spilled! So –!"

I started laughing. You could tell he was just one of those really friendly guys who still had a bit of innocence left.

"Alright, alright!" I fined, a smile stretching across my lips as I took the jacket from his hands, shrugging it over my shoulders before zipping it up. "I'll let you make it up to me! Calm down!"

His eyes suddenly became quite twinkly. "Really?!"

I nodded, but held up one finger. "On one condition."

He grinned. "Name it!"

"What is your name?"

If possible, his grinned widened, and he stuck a thumb to his chest proudly. "My name is Naruto Uzumaki! And one day I'll be Hokage!"

I raised an eyebrow. "The Hokage?"

"It's the nickname for the principal at our school," Naruto explained. He suddenly blinked. "Hey, you don't look that much older than me, what grade are you in?"

"Eleventh," I replied.

"Really?!" He exclaimed loudly. "Me too!" The blonde leaned in towards me, eyes pinched together. "But if you're in my grade how come I've never seen you before?"

"I just moved here," I replied, rolling my shoulders. "This is my first year."

"Ohhhh, I get it!" He grinned. "Well don't worry; you'll get along with everyone just fine! Anyway, let's go and eat!"

With that he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me back down the road.

"H-Hey!" I exclaimed, surprised by his brash action. He only flashed me a wide smile in return, not stopping for a second. And it was at that moment that I realized I was smiling too.

'This guy…,' I thought to myself, staring at his back as I ran a foot behind him. 'He's alright.'

"This way!" Naruto said, pulling me with him as he turned the corner.

"Where are we even going?" I called back, slightly out of breath.

'Geez, I need to exercise more…'

"Ichiraku's!"

"Where is that?"

"Right-," he halted and I stopped beside him, panting a bit. "-here!"

In front of us was this small shop built into a strip of buildings. The name on the banner above the shop was in Japanese, but underneath in English it read "Ichiraku Ramen Shop".

"Ramen?" I questioned, glancing over at Naruto who was looking over the building in glee.

"Aa! This is my favorite place to come and eat," he stated happily. "They have to best ramen ever!" He turned to me, suddenly quite serious. "You like ramen right?"

"Like it? I love it." Naruto's joyful attitude returned 100-fold. "Though I've never had real ramen, just the stuff you buy from the store."

"Well then come on!" He said, almost skipping to the door. "What are we waiting for?!"

With a laugh I followed behind him. Naruto was just like a kid in a candy shop when it came to ramen, it seemed.

The restaurant was actually kinda tiny on the inside. There were no tables or no booths, just a long bar lined with stools.

"Oi, Mister!" Naruto called, walking up to one of the stools. "You're here, aren't you?!"

There was a deep chuckle and a moment later a man emerged from the doorway to the kitchen.

"Hello there, Naruto," he greeted, smiling at said male. "Long time no see. It's been, what, two days?"

Naruto laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "Aw, come on. You know I love this place!"

The man laughed again and then looked to me. "And I see you've brought along a friend." He smiled. "Nice to meet you. My name is Teuchi and I own this restaurant."

I returned his smile. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Teuchi. From what I hear, this is the best place in town to get ramen."

"It sure is!" He glanced over at Naruto. "I'm glad that he decided to bring you."

I pursed my lips in a smirk. "Well, he does owe me after all."

Teuchi laughed. "Oh?"

A pink tint took to Naruto's cheeks and he poked the side of his head. "I kinda, accidently, ran into her and ruined her dinner."

Teuchi laughed again. "Well I'm glad you did Naruto, or else I never would've had this fine lady in my restaurant for the first time!"

Naruto and I both laughed at that. I was a little flattered too.

"Come on now, have a seat."

Neither of us argued and took a stool at the counter. I started looked over the menu in front of me while Naruto just hummed contently, kicking his legs back and forth.

Teuchi flipped a pad out of the band around his waist and grabbed a pen of the table behind him. "Now, what can I get you both today?"

"I'll just have my regular," Naruto replied cheerfully.

"And for you, miss?"

'There are so many different types of ramen on the menu…'

"Um…I'll just have what he's having," I replied.

"Alright, I'll get right on it," Teuchi stated, smiling once again as he flipped the pad closed and headed back into the kitchen.

"So," I said once he had disappeared from sight. Naruto looked over at me. "It seems like you come here a lot."

"Of course!" he grinned. "This is my favorite place in the whole world!"

I giggled. "So I guess ramen is your favorite food then."

"Haha, believe it!"

I smiled and glanced around the place. It was actually quite cozy despite the size. I liked it.

'I'm glad I decided to come out to dinner too,' I decided, glancing over at a still ecstatic Naruto. It was a nice change to talk to someone. Mr. Teuchi and Sarutobi included.

"Hey, hey!"

I glanced over at Naruto who was now staring at me with curious, wide eyes. "I just realized that I never got your name."

I blinked. I never did tell him my name.

"Aerin," I told him, smiling a bit.

"Erin," he repeated.

I nodded, but paused. "Though, just for future reference. It's pronounced 'Erin' but it really has an A in the front."

"So, you mean like A-E-R-I-N?" He spelt out. I nodded. "Well that's a bit weird," he laughed. "But I like it."

"Me too," I agreed. And I really did. It was unique, and I liked that.

"Here you are, kids!"

Teuchi stepped out from the kitchen with two bowls of steaming ramen in his hands. Naruto was practically bouncing in his seat, mouth watering as he brought them over and set the bowls in front of us on the counter.

Naruto had his chopsticks out of the wrappings in seconds and was already digging in, splattering the broth everywhere as he slurped the long noodles into his mouth.

I blinked in surprise, not thinking that it was humanly possible for someone to eat food that fast. I guess I was wrong in assuming that.

The bowl of ramen in front of was filled with all sorts of things I had never seen before – these little white and pink swirly things…and some kind of meat and half an egg.

I was a little scared to try it. But I was hungry, goddamit. I needed food.

"Itadakimasu," I murmured to no one in particular, stabbing my chopsticks into the noodles and bringing them to my mouth.

…

Holy…shit.

"This is fucking amazing," I stated staring at my bowl in awe. From behind the counter Teuchi chuckled and I quickly added in, "excuse my French."

He waved a hand, blowing it off. "Nothing I haven't heard before. I'm just glad you like it."

I opened my mouth to reply to him, but I was cut off when Naruto slammed his bowl – his empty bowl – on the table.

"Another bowl, mister!"

I stared at the blonde in utter surprise. He had just slurped that entire thing down and now he wanted another? I didn't even know if I'd make it to the end of my bowl, that's how much food there was inside.

"I know, I know," Teuchi replied with a chuckled, heading back to the kitchen and appearing a moment later with another bowl. "It's never just one."

"Arigatou!" Naruto thanked him, before stuffing his mouth with noodles once again.

As he did so I started to get to work on my own bowl. I felt a little behind considering I had barely even started.

There was no way to compete with Naruto though. Not when it came to eating ramen. He had eaten 4 bowls in the time I had eaten one, and I wasn't even sure that I'd be able to make it home, that's how full I was. I'm not a dainty eater either.

When the two of us finished Naruto paid for the food. We both thanked Mr. Teuchi for the meal and he was delighted.

"Come back soon, you two. Especially you, Miss Aerin."

"Will do!" I replied back, throwing him a final wave as the both of us headed out the door. The sun was already beginning to set.

Least to say, the walk home was at a much slower pace than on the way there.

"Oh god," I sighed, placing a hand over my stomach. "If I eat anything else I think I might be sick."

Naruto laughed. "Yeah, it's a bit to take in at first."

I glanced over at him, my mouth forming half a smirk. "Thank you for treating."

"Hey, no problem!" he replied with a smile. "Hopefully that made up for your dinner."

"Oh trust me," I said, patting my stomach once again. "It did. Definitely."

Naruto laughed in return.

The two of us continued down the road in a comfortable silence. Only as we headed into the suburbs surrounding the town did I ask him where he lived.

"Oh, my house is a few more blocks up the road. What about you?"

"I live on the next block actually," I replied, watching as the corner came closer into sight.

Naruto smiled. "It's cool that you live so close to the town and the beach."

"But you live closer to the school, right?"

He nodded. "Yep! It's around a 5 minute walk between the school and my house."

"I bet that comes in handy," I grinned. "That way if you're ever running late you can just run."

The blonde laughed. "That actually brings back a few memories, you saying that."

"What?" I smiled widely. "You've actually had to do that before?"

"Hey! I swear that there's a troll in my room that sabotages my alarm!"

I laughed loudly. Sometimes I thought the same thing.

Suddenly, we were standing at the corner of my block, and stopped.

"Well…I guess this is goodbye," I said, sending him a small smile. Naruto returned it with an even bigger one.

"Hold on," he dug through the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a cell phone. He handed it to me. "Put your number in!"

I blinked in surprise, looking down at the orange cased phone in my hands. "Really?"

"Why do you look so surprised?" He laughed. "We're friends; of course I want your number!"

Friends…

With a small, nostalgic smile, I input my contact information in his phone before handing it back to him.

"There you are."

"Sweet!" he replied before unexpectedly beginning to sprint back up the road. "I'll text you later!"

"See ya!" I called after him, and he sent me one last smile and wave before turning and running again.

I started back towards my house after that. It had been a good day. Probably the best day I've had since moving here.

A minute later I stepped up onto the porch of my house and pulled my keys from my pocket. The door opened easily when I turned the key and I stepped inside onto the landing, kicking off my shoes.

Not knowing what to do really, I headed out into the family room and plopped onto the couch, rolling my face into the pillow. I always got tired after eating a big meal.

However, just as I started to doze off, my pocket vibrated.

I flipped over to get my phone from my pocket. An unknown number was on the screen but the message made it pretty clear who it was.

7:01 PM

Believe it! It's me! :D

Smiling to myself I saved Naruto's number in my contacts before snuggling my face into the pillow again.

'I made my first friend…'

Boy, that sounded like something an elementary school student would say. But it was true; Naruto was the first person who considered me his friend in this town. And I was glad.

It was at that moment I realized I was still wearing his jacket.

"Shit," I cursed and took it off before heading to my room and chucking the clothes that I had dirtied into the laundry basket. "I forgot about his jacket…"

I shrugged after internally debating what to do for a moment.

"He'll get it back sooner or later."

I was sure I'd be seeing him again.

Yay, I finally got this up! :D You all have no idea how hard I've been working to get this up. I've been typing it up for the last week because I procrastinate and I had 3 tests to study this week.

Oh, I got a 95 on my Chemistry test on Stoichiomerty! :D HELL YEAH.

Anyway, hopefully you readers like the story so far :) I know that it hasn't progressed too far yet, but it'll get there. I promise.

So, if you like it, feel free to give it a favorite or a follow or whatever XD And reviews are much appreciated. I'd love to hear some feedback.

I'm willing to take on idea's too. Like if someone has an idea for a chapter later on or as Aerin starts to meet all of the characters you want something thrown in between the two of them I'd be open to it. I don't really think I'm going to have a set pairing, but I'm not quite sure. (I said that about my other story too in the beginning but look what happened.)

That's about it for now. Have a good night!

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