This fic makes me feel like I'm on cocaine
Hey, Lauren here. Yup, weird title isn't it? I got it from a System Of A Down song. It seems like it has nothing to do with the fic but it has to do with how I got the idea. I went camping this week with my school and my friend Joey was eating a Ding-dong and was like: What if while I'm eating this Ding-dong it turned in to a really hot person
and I was like: What the hell is wrong with you? Are you on drugs?
Then we were listening to 'This song makes me feel like I'm on cocaine' on his ipod and then he said: Well, this Ding-Dong makes me feel like I'm on cocaine. So after awhile I was thinking about his idea and I was thinking: You know that idea might be just crazy enough to work as a fanfic. Thanks, Joey you are so the shit!
"Gaara, I'm hungry." Sakura whined as she walked home from school with Gaara.
Gaara ran a hand through his hair.
"Can we go to the store and pick up something to eat?" She asked, tugging at his sleeve. Gaara sighed.
"Okay," he grunted, "But you can only pick one thing." he said, turning to the dusty old corner store and opened the door, the rusty bell that was hanging on the knob, rang, greeting them both.
A girl sure can work up an appetite after a day in the hell hole known as high school. Sakura was a shy but shallow girl. She was too shy to make any other friends besides Gaara. But she also was very shallow because even if she wasn't so shy she wouldn't make any other friends besides Gaara; she secretly thought everyone, Gaara excused, was either retarded, on too much Ritalin, ugly, or a mixture of all three.
"Chocolate! I want you, little Ding-Dong!" She said in a sing-a-song voice.
Gaara raised his...uh eyebrows? and gave her a stern glare.
"Chocolate? Again?" He sighed. What could she say? She was hooked at a young age. Born Snickers in hand, unbiblical cord still uncut. And it wasn't like she was taught any better. Her parents had died in a freak accident, involving them being brutally and savagely ripped apart by a school of hammerhead sharks. So she lived alone with Gaara.
"Yes! I love the chocolate pastries!" She nodded happily.
"Okay then." Gaara grumped, handing some money to the ancient-looking cashier. "I-I-It's free of c-c-charge," the old man croaked, "have a nice day." he wheezed as they left his store, the bell ringing once again as the pair left, the door swinging closed.
Sakura patiently walked home, not even sneaking a little bite. She wanted to savor the little treat as much as possible. Her eyes lit up as she saw the apartment building come in to view. She grabbed on to Gaara's hand. "Come on!" she encouraged him, "Go faster!" Gaara sighed, and continued to walk at the same pace, while the small pink haired girl tugged at his limbs, going as fast as she could.
"We're finally home!" She shouted. Gaara stared as the girl eagerly ripped open the package. He walked out of the living room to the bedroom. "I'm going to change." he said, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his collared shirt of the uniform for their school. She nodded and took a bite of the small pastry, closed eyes, lost in chocolate-vanilla bliss. She chewed slowly, not wanting to miss any of the flavor. She put her mouth to the pastry once more and parted the walls of the ding-dong and tried to gently suck out some of the icing. She was so lost in the moment she didn't even hear Gaara return to the room. But she did hear him suck in a deep breath. The kind of breath you take when you're scared shitless, which for her was very often. But Gaara never had done that before. Ever. She opened her eyes, instantly alarmed and gasped in half fear and half surprise. She wasn't sucking on the cream filling as she thought, oh no, she was sucking on skin. The small chocolate covered cake with vanilla icing in the middle was gone. And the replacement was a guy. A hot guy. And to put the icing on the cake (bad pun unintended) Sakura practically just made out with him.
Gaara's eyes narrowed at him, then at Sakura. Shocked, didn't even begin to cover what she was feeling. The boy just stared blankly, as if it was perfectly normal to pop out of a Ding-dong, completely naked in some random person's living room. Gaara stared at Sakura who was staring at the boy. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Sakura blushed at the sight of him. He was God. His long, perfectly straight, silky, chocolate brown hair cascaded down his back, the same color as the Ding-dong. The kind of hair every girl in the universe wanted. His pale eyes resembled the vanilla icing, as did his skin. But the smoothness of the icing was no comparison to the flesh of the boy. Soft, but durable, Supple yet firm. Who knew a Ding-dong could be so hot? She blushed again when she finally realized he was naked. She backed away, like a scared rabbit and hid behind Gaara. The threesome let awkward silences fill the air. Gaara finally decided to break it.
"Why is there a naked guy in my living room?"
I know this is a pretty messed up fic but I like how it's going. So tell me what you think. Read and review-AsianOne
