“Hey Sasuke-teme.” I say as I walk towards my best friend who was crowded by his harem of sluts showing him as much of what ever they had(body wise), witch wasn’t much(for most of them). There was this one girl with a skirt so high, that could have been underwear frill, its that high; it shows off her fat thighs that are died or baked tan.
“What‘s up?”
“Nothin’ much, dobe.” he nonchalantly says to me. “Wanna come to my house tonight?” ‘His house, he has never envied me there before, he usually comes to mine. it’s Friday I mite be able to spend the night if the old hag will let me.’
“Yea.” I try to hide my excitement of going over his house. Sasuke seems to be so excited, but he hides it so well, if I hadn’t been his friend for years I would not have noticed. I hear the girls start to uproar in “Sasuke’s house, I want to go.”, “Think he will invite me, too?”, “I want to be Naruto, he is going to be under one roof with 2 of the hottest guys in the world.” and more stuff like that. The flocks of girls around him are starting to dissipate.
“Cool, I’ll drive you.” Sasuke is trying to hide his emotions. I want for him just to show his emotions one day. The girls that are still here are in total shock, I know why, its because Sasuke’s car is the coolest jet black sports car that money can buy, he never lets anyone ride in it. I have been his friend for years and this is the first time since he got it that I can ride, with isn’t saying much since he just got it last month. Still it's such a cool car I so want to drive it.
RING. RING. RING. RING.
I am glad that I have Sasuke in my first hour; I want to ask him why he is asking me over his house. I start to walk towards my locker, Sasuke follows me, like always, he’s like my escort, no mater what I do he is always following me. Like the time I was trying to ask Sakura(back when I thought I was straight) out on a date he was just standing right behind me, looking all hot. Sakura just couldn’t stop flirting with him, like I wasn’t even there. Or the time I got into this real big mess, I broke something, the shop owner said I broke something (I don’t remember it at all), Sasuke just paid for it like it was nothing, rich b*****d. He is the coolest friend, but at times he can so annoying.
“23-24-39” I whisper my combo to our locker (I share with a guy named Neji), I am getting so frustrated “Uggg!!! Open you damn locker!!”
“Here.” Sasuke says in his I am so much cooler than you voice. He reaches out to the lock, because he is standing behind me it feels like he is wrapping his arm around my body about to hold it closer, I just start blushing. He is softly saying in my ear “23-24-39 right?” he knows is right, he has done this for me like 3 times this week.
“Am I interrupting something, Naruto-kun?” Neji asked while looking furious, I wonder why he is so mad.
“Just getting junk out of our locker, do you need anything?”
“No, I have my academic classes off today, to help with the office.” The locker swings open and Sasuke backs off, glaring at Neji. Sasuke and Neji always seem to want to fight. I quickly walk to my first hour, after saying good bye to Neji, and Sasuke follows me.
I walk into Kakashi-sensei class; he won't be here till 5 minutes before the class is over to collect homework. The assignments are on the board as usual. It’s a great class to have in the morning; Kakashi-sensei is too busy with Iruka-sensei. Iruka-sensei doesn’t have a first hour so Kakashi spends all his time with Iruka and leaves the class to its self.
“Hey, Sasuke. Why are you inviting me over to your house tonight?”
“My brother said he would be out of the house tonight.” His answer was short and brief.
The day just flew by, before I knew it I was in Sasuke’s car, he opened the door for me like I was some sort of chick. I wanted to punch him, but I wanted to ride in his car, so I decided to do it later. Again he had to open the door for me, I am not a girl, damn it. I walk out uberly pissed, but I won't let it ruin tonight, I am finally invited over Sasuke’s house. He is leading me to a room at the top of the stair case and to the right after 3 doors.
“Hey Sasuke,” This extremely hot (and I mean really, really hot) guy whom looks a little like Sasuke says. “Who is this?” he asks looking at me. Sasuke is getting pissed at this guy.
I immediately reach out my hand, put on my uke face, “Hi, I‘m Naruto.” I say to this sexy man, hey I like older guys. Sasuke sees my uke face and is shocked(he only seen it directed at him like 5 times, to get free ramen, help with home work, and to get free ramen, to take me some where, free ramen, free ramen), he is getting even more pissed, I always wonder why he would be pissed.
The older man with tide back raven hair and red eyes reaches out his hand and shakes my own. He does this (uber) sexy smirk “Hello Naruto-kun, I am Itachi; Sasuke’s older brother. It's nice to meet you.” Sasuke is getting so pissed for some reason (he may know what he likes but not who likes him).
“Naruto lets go to my room.” Sasuke says forcefully.
“What’s the rush, how would you two like to g out with me tonight?” Itachi says with a devilish smirk.
Sasuke stopped me before I could say yes, by dragging me to his room and slamming the door. Party pooper.
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I'm drunk...I'm armed...I'm off my meds. You had better make your message really, really sweet.
Scientists say that 1 out of every 4 people are crazy... so go check 3 of your friends, if it's not them... Congrats!
All the things I really like to do are either illegal, immoral, or fattening.
If you can't say anything nice, then at least have the decency to be vague.
That which does not kill me had better run pretty damn fast.
I'm drunk...I'm armed...I'm off my meds. You had better make your message really, really sweet.
Scientists say that 1 out of every 4 people are crazy... so go check 3 of your friends, if it's not them... Congrats!
All the things I really like to do are either illegal, immoral, or fattening.
If you can't say anything nice, then at least have the decency to be vague.
That which does not kill me had better run pretty damn fast.