AN: This is my second fanfic ever, so I need REVIEWS! And, I don't own Naruto! *crys*

______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Waking up to the aggrivating sound of my alarm clock, punching it off of the desk. I sat up, groggy as usual, and walked over to the curtains. I opened them, and as the searing light hit my eyes, I confirmed the thought... 'It was morning.' I made my way into the bathroom, and slid out of my boxers. I stepped into the shower, one foot already in, and was about to turn on the water, when my cell phone started ringing.

'The city is at war, playtime for the young and rich! Ignore me if you see me 'cause I just don't give a shit! The city is at war, bless the young and rich with designer drugs and designer friends.'

I looked at the front screen of my phone, then reluctantly flipped it open. It was my best friend, Sasori.

"What could you POSSIBLY want? I'm about to get in the shower…" I said, and sounded more irritated than intending to.

"So, I'm guessing that you DON'T want a ride, then?" He retorted sarcastically

"You know, you make me mad sometimes Sasori! And yes, I DO want a ride, dumb ass!" I practically yelled. "You know, I'm standing here, halfway in the shower… Could I go?

"Yeah, yeah… Normal time?" He asked, almost telling me.

"No, an hour later…" I said, trying to irritate him. "You know what time to be here."

"Ok, fine, but I'm telling kakashi that it's your fault!" He said, before clicking the line. I knew he was kidding.

Getting into the shower, I cleaned myself off as usual. After finishing, and drying myself, I went into my room, and stood in front of the closet, looking at the pile of clothes before my feet. 'Cleaning…. Oh yeah!' Quickly making a mental note, I rummaged through the pile of clothes. I found our schools standard uniform, which consisted of: A white undershirt, a black tie, black slacks, and black dress shoes.'I hate having to dress so formally!' I went downstairs to make some toast and jam, along with scrambled eggs. After devouring the afforementioned meal, I realized that it was still 20 minutes until Sasori was to arrive. Keeping that in mind, I decided to call him.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

"Hello?" It was Sasori's voice

"Hey, dude, are you busy?" I asked dryly, hoping he would say no.

"Uhh… No, why?" He asked back, a hint of curiosity in his voice. I jumped in glee.

"'Cause, I'm ready to go, and I'm bored… Could I come hang at your house for a minute?" I begged, walking towards my front door...

"Uhh, ahh, umm… I-I just have to do a couple of things first and uhhh…. I got to go, bye." Then the line went dead. 'I wonder what that was about?' still curious I grabbed my coat and keys to head on over.

As Sasori's house came into view, I started walking a little faster. 'What was he so flustered about?' I thought. As I was walking up the drive, I saw Sasori crash through the window in the living room. running up to him I knelt by his side.

"Your dad's drunk again, yeah?" I asked him.

"I never would have guessed… And, I thought I told you to wait a few minutes before you came over!" He barked

"Yeah, okay, waiting a few minutes would make your dad just 'Magically' sober up…" I chuckled

"Well, uhh, no… But that's not the point! It's ju- oh never mind… Hey, can you drive? I think I might've injured my arm, and I wouldn't want to wreck that beauty." He motioned towards his car.

I helped him up, and we walked towards said car.

"Are you forgetting... I don't have a license!" I stated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but you haven't gotten ANY tickets, and no cop has ever pulled you over!" He retorted

"Which brings me to question WHY I'm the one with out a license!" I spat back, Throwing my bag in the back and sitting down.

"Just shut up and drive, ya wuss!" He said, punching me in the shoulder.

We drove off, both slightly annoyed at one another, wondering what the day will bring. All the way to school, I couldn't stop thinking about one person, and one class...