Naruto sat bolt up right in his bed, covered in sweat, looking very much alarmed and awake, ready to attack at the first notice. He cautiously glanced around the room, letting out a long sigh. It had just been a dream. He picked up his stuffed animal, a little fox plushie he had dubbed Kyuubi. "Kyuubi, I had the worst dream ever!" he exclaimed exasperatedly to the small toy, proceeding to tell the fox about how he had dreamed he had gone to a party and gotten drunk, and had somehow landed himself in a frilly denim and lace skirt.

When he was done telling about the horrible dream he had had, he got out of bed, or I should say attempted to get out of bed, as the covers refused to give him up and dragged him to the floor. He struggled to get out of their grasp, and, at last succeeding, headed off to take a shower and get ready for the day.

About half an hour later, he headed down to the bridge, surprised to find only Sasuke there. He could feel a heavy blush on his tanned cheeks, having to stop and remind himself it was just a dream. "Where's Sakura?" he asked the older boy.

"I'm not surprised she's not here after all she had to drink last night." stated the raven haired boy simply.

"What do you mean?" The color started draining from his cheeks.

"Don't you remember the party last night? I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't, you probably had more to drink than Sakura. You were so drunk I had to carry you home."

"Really?" he wanted to know, but dreaded the truth.

"Yeah. If you don't believe me, I have photos." He pulled a camera out of no where, "And I must say, dobe, you look good in a skirt."

Owari

(a/n- so, yeah, this was my entry story for a club on dA run by the fabulous Azu-chan. I hope I get in . The requirements were to have either a picture or a short story with at least one boy in a skirt. So that's what inspired this insanity, and for those of you who this applies to, chocolates will be updated this week, I left my notebook at school, and that's the only reason the next chapter's not up today. Sorry about that. ...Review? please...?)