It's when you have to borrow one of your sister's (well, technically, it's my grandma's, but she looks young enough to be my sister) camis in order to leave the house so you can follow the "no shirt, no shoes, no service" policy at McDonald's that you realize you need to do your laundry.

But I must admit, it looks pretty good on me. I mean, black always has looked good on, and the v-neck is very flattering, since it has the sparkles that attract and hold the attention in the correct area. It's made mostly out of cotton, but it has some spandex in it, so it hugs all the right curves.

However, I definitely should not be wearing this out of the house. Why?

Simple. I'm a guy. Girls wear camis, not guys.

Unfortunately, I didn't have any time to do my laundry before I had to meet up with Sasuke at McDonald's, at least before the breakfast was over. We had planned to go to the arcade later, but I think I'll refuse and throw a tantrum until Sasuke lends me a shirt. Then we'll go.

Sasuke and I have been friends since third grade, about seven years ago, when I helped him pick a scab off his knee, then freak his 'fangirls' out using the pus that came out. Gross, yes, but effective. Even when he was a little kid, Sasuke had always attracted the attention of all the girls. I was always jealous of him for the reason, but he told me that since I was the best friend, I was always the rebound for those girls who got rejected by Sasuke the hotshot. I guess I can't blame him for stealing away the girls; he is pretty good looking.

Wait. I did not just say that. I shook my head to dispel those thoughts and continued walking down the sidewalk, and to the McDonald's that was roughly four blocks from my house and five from Sasuke's, in the opposite direction. We often go there to talk over school assignments, and other stuff like that.

But we weren't going to discuss school assignments today, thank kami-sama. Yesterday was the last day of exams, and the whole school had a week off to relax and all that jazz. The principal probably thought us troublemakers would get rid of all our extra-energy and mischief. Yeah right, in his dreams.

It was a pretty nice day, not too hot and not too cold, the sky a nice shade of blue. A romantic would have said that my eyes were the exact same shade as the sky that day, and that my hair had captured the sunny disposition of the sun and were giving off a happy mood. However, my eyes do not have puffy clouds in them, and my hair is not hot enough to be the sun, nor do I think the sun has a happy mood. It always kind of struck me of having an "Augh! I'm gunna burn yo ass!" kind of mood. Therefore, a romantic would have been wrong.

As I entered the more heavily populated portion of town, I heard several catcalls and wolf-whistles directed my way. Did those horny men absolutely have to? You would think that my muscled arms (though Sasuke says that they're weak), short hair, and clearly male pants were dead give-aways at my gender, but apparently, all these guys cared about was the fact that I was wearing a revealing women's shirt, therefore somehow making me a woman automatically. Or they were gay.

Thankfully, I was brought out of this train of thought when I entered the McDonald's. Looking at my cell phone, I noticed that I was amazingly five minutes early. I decided to go ahead and order our food before Sasuke got here. We always ordered the same thing.

"May I help you?" asked the person at the register. He appeared to be the same age as myself, with crazy brown hair sticking up in every which way, and a red triangle tattooed on each cheek. The facial ones, at least. He had dog hair all over his shirt. His nametag read, 'Kiba'.

"Yeah, I'd like two sausage McGridle's, two apple juices, and orange juice, and a medium coffee," I replied. The boy gave me a look as if to mean, 'How are you going to eat all of that food?' He told me the total, and I gave him a ten-dollar bill. After receiving the food and my change, I thanked him.

"Have a good day, ma'am," he said, rather boredly, as if his lines had been drilled into him for every situation. They probably were. I once worked at a Burger King, and had to go through a similar training regiment, and got fired for not following the lines exactly.

Giving him a dirty look for thinking me a girl instead of a guy, probably due to the fact that I was wearing a cami, I took our tray of food to where we usually sit, by the windows, watching the buses and cars pass by, and generally seeing everyday life unfold. Setting the tray down, I took out my cell phone to look at the time. Ten thirty one. Wow, looks like I got here in time for the breakfast menu. There was that one time when I thought breakfast stopping being served at eleven, and I had to get a burger instead.

Sasuke was late. He was supposed to be here by ten thirty or earlier. I shrugged it off. He probably slept through his alarm clock, with it being a day off from school and all. Plus, it was nearly summer. What else was a lazy teenager supposed to do, get up on time and actually do something productive? Hah, I think not. Well, at least that's what Sasuke and I think. Logic clearly states that (according to me and the fangirls; do not associate me with the fangirls just because of this logic!) whatever Sasuke thinks is correct. Just ask the (rabid) fangirls.

"Hey, baby, you look good in that shirt," said a suave voice from behind me.

I turned around, ready to smack whoever just said that, but stopped. It was Sasuke, and he was grinning at me, probably for wearing this stupid shirt. Stupid cami. Stupid dirty clothes. Stupid Laundromat that costs twenty-five cents a load, plus extra for bleach.

Sasuke was wearing his dark hair in his normal fashion, shaped like a duck-butt (he denies this, but I know I'm right), and had a tee shirt on with a high collar. He had on some white shorts and Vanns. His dark eyes glittered back at me in amusement. I narrowed my own blue eyes and growled in annoyance of him play-flirting with me.

"Shut up and eat your McGridle," I replied, gesturing toward the breakfast sandwich. He grinned at me, and slid into the seat across from me. "Be glad that I actually remembered to get you something this time around. You own me three dollars."

"Yes, well you owed me somewhere around thirty dollars, so I wouldn't be talking if I were you." He looked me up and down, stopping particularly at the sparkles on my chest. I immediately felt flushed and cursed the sparkles. "Really, that shirt does look good on you. However, I would not recommend wearing it to school. For one, it's not dress code, and two, you'd get jumped."

"Thank you for your support in my fashion sense," I replied sarcastically, sipping my apple juice and biting into my own breakfast sandwich. "And don't worry, I'm not wearing this shirt in public again anytime soon. Speaking of which, do you have a shirt I could borrow? I am not going to the arcade in this."

"Aw, but think of all the hot emo guys you'll attract!" I frowned, and stuck out my tongue at him.

"But I wanna pick up hot emo, or any kind for that matter, girls, not hot emo guys!" He, in turn, shuddered and stuck his own tongue out in distaste.

"Girls are icky! How could you even think of them in that way?" I grinned at him, and we entered a companionable silence while we enjoyed our deep-fried fast food feast. Yes, Sasuke and I have had this discussion several times before. It was common knowledge that the most desirable guy in Konoha High was out of the reaches of the many fangirls he had acquired since he was old enough to go out in public. That, however, did not stop them. Hell, it was Sasuke's and my opinion that nothing could. Nothing, except knee-pus. Man, that sent them running in the opposite direction. So, to recap the point, Sasuke, my best friend, was gay. And I'm alright with it.

So, we continued our silence, except for the sound of sausage being chewed among other things, until I asked one of those questions that are always floating around in my head.

"Hey, Sasuke…who's Pete?"

Sasuke choked on his coffee, and ended up spraying it across the table, and even on me somewhat. I wiped it off with my bare arm. Oh how I love Sasuke's coffee backwash on my face at ten forty five in the morning. It's one of my favorite things, right next to being digested and being run over by a lawnmower. "Who's Pete? I know no Pete! And I certainly dated no Pete!"

I rolled my eyes. "And you call me a blond idiot. I mean Pete as in, 'for Pete's sake!' Who's this Pete everyone's talking about?"

Sasuke, too, rolled his eyes. "Well, two things: One, you are a blond idiot for asking such a stupid question. And two—"

He was cut off when his cell phone began ringing. I sighed, exasperated at his ringtone. Really, he didn't have to be that prominent about it.

"…Guy love! That's all it is, guy love! He's mine, I'm his. There's nothing gay about it in our eyes…"

"You really are obsessed with it, aren't you?"

"With what?" he asked innocently.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" At least I knew exactly what I was talking about. I think. Oh yeah! I was talking about his obsession with announcing to the world he's gay, and Scrubs. Sure, I like Scrubs too, but I don't have it on my cell phone as my ringtone. Nor do I have a song that's basically saying, 'Hey, look at me! I'm straight!' Instead I had Spice Girls. I don't why I did, but I just do.

"Oh, but if I don't?" Still the fake innocence.

"UGH! Well, at least you're not singing along with it…" He directed a smug grin at me.

"I would, but I really need to take this call." He stood up and flipped open his phone. "Hello? Oh, hi Neji…"

Sasuke began walking to the door. Taking my chance to embarrass him in front of total strangers, I shouted out to him, "Don't have any phone sex!"

"You only wish it were you on the other end!" he yelled back, and I felt myself become flushed.

"No thanks, I've got my mind set on girls!" Several people turned their heads to look at me. It was then that I realized I was wearing grandma's cami, and therefore looked pretty feminine. The girls sitting in a booth several booths back gave me a thumbs up. I sweatdropped. They also gave Sasuke a thumbs up, but he didn't notice. Or if he did, I don't think he cared. Still, it was sweet of them. I guess. Actually, it was also kind of creepy.

Being bored, I held a conversation with my apple juice. Well, attempted to. It was like trying to talk to Sakura, one of my other friends, when she's PMSing. She ignores me and only talks to Ino. My apple juice apparently preferred talking to Sasuke's orange juice rather than talk to me. I feel unloved.

I finished my apple juice, and sat waiting for Sasuke for around fifteen minutes at the booth. But, since fifteen minutes is my patience limit, I soon grew tired of waiting and went out to see if he was done with the phone yet. Sure, Neji called often, but he really didn't talk that much, even to his drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend, and his calls weren't longer than five minutes.

Wait. I did not just say that. Whoa. Déja vu.

I looked around. Eventually, I found Sasuke sitting on one of the bus stop's benches. But something was wrong. His shoulders were shaking, he was holding his head in his hands, and his phone was lying abandoned beside him on the bench. I knew something was wrong, there. He never leaves his phone out of bodily contact! Not even when it's charging, or he's showering (he has a plastic cover for it). Hell, I bet he even has it with him in bed!

…Why am I thinking these sorts of thoughts?

I walk over to the bench and slowly sat down, awkwardly thinking of something to say or do, because I had realized my best friend was sobbing his poor, cold, shrivled-up, munchkin-like heart out. So I attempted to do what I saw one of my friends Sakura due to Ino, her best friend, when she got rejected by Sasuke. I awkwardly rubbed Sasuke's shoulder, and was scared out of my wits when he turned and buried his face into my shoulder and began crying harder.

"Um, it's okay Sasuke…" I said, though I didn't exactly know what to say in such a conversation. I suspected it had something to do with that Hyuuga Neji Sasuke's been dating since we started our sophomore year. Neji was a junior.

"He broke up with me! He said he found someone better, and…and…and that he didn't want to go out with a…a faggot!" I felt my cheeks flush in anger, and my hands curl into fists. The only thing occupying my mind was a picture of one male Hyuuga suffering several horrible, gruesome deaths, all at the same time.

"That hypocritical bastard!" I hissed, my anger still coursing through me. How dare anyone, especially not a two-faced bastard who thought someone was better than Sasuke. "I swear, if I ever see him again, I will make sure his insincere ass roasts in hell. You were too good for him anyway."

Sasuke let out a single wet laugh. "Naruto, you idiot, you'll see him in week."

"Then he'll have to buy a fire-proof suit or something," I replied. He gave another sob-filled laugh and we sat there for several more minutes until Sasuke's crying had pretty much subsided.

"Hey," I said softly, poking him gently in the shoulder. "Wanna go back to my place? Grandma's out gambling, so it'll be just the two of us. We could watch sappy comedy romances, and devour about ten gallons of mint ice cream, or whatever."

Sasuke gave me a watery smile. "Sure." I stood, and held out my hand, which he grasped. Together we pulled him up. He turned and picked up his phone, sliding it back into his pocket. He sighed and ran his hand through his dark, oddly styled hair, which, if you looked at it in the right angle, had a nice blue highlight to it. Why am I noticing this now?

"Hey, can we have chocolate chip cookie dough instead?" Sasuke asked, absently wiping his nose on the back of his hand. I handed him some random unused tissue I found in my pants pocket. Sasuke nodded his thanks.

"Whatever you want," I replied, slapping a small smile on my face, not too wide, but not wearing the angry scowl we both knew I wanted to wear. "But I'd have to stop by the convenience store first."

We began the slow walk to Joe's Fast Stop, the closest store to my apartment, though it wasn't all that far. Once there, Sasuke and I made a beeline to the freezer in the back. We both took an armload of the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, about four each, and got ourselves a place in line behind guy with side burns and a huge beer gut and a small old lady. Then my phone rang. I winced at my choice in ringtone.

"…I'll tell ya what I want, what I really really want. So tell me what ya want, what ya really really want…"

"Damn phone, now I can't reach it," I said, and would have made a hand gesture at my armload of gallons of ice cream if it wasn't for the fact that both hands were currently indisposed. Sasuke took pity on me, and used his incredible sense of balance to maneuver all four of his gallons into one arm and used his free hand to reach into my pants pocket and pull out my phone. He flipped it open and pressed it to my ear.

"Hello, Naruto's phone, Naruto speaking," I spoke into the phone. A shrill voice answered.

"Brat, I'm gonna be out for a couple day or more, gambling. Don't burn the apartment down," Grandma said.

"Uh… all right. Hey, baachan, can Sasuke stay over?" I asked, then looked over at Sasuke, who nodded his head.

"You brat! I am not that old! And tell Sasuke that if he wants to stay over, he's not allowed to burn anything either."

"Right…I don't really think he had that in mind. Okay, see you…whenever!" The phone on the other end clicked, showing that it has been hung up. Sasuke pulled it away from my ear, ended the call, and flipped the phone closed, sliding it back into my pocket. By that time it was our turn at the register. I spilled my armload on the counter while Sasuke placed his down carefully, fully organized. I noticed this because whenever Sasuke becomes depressed, he becomes cleaner and more organized than usual. He must be taking his breakup pretty hard. Poor guy.

"Hello you two," greeted the old cashier. I smiled in response while Sasuke nodded in acknowledgement. "My, what a lovely couple you two make! Now, normally the punk guy and preppy girl don't pull it off, but you two look nice together." My face fell, and I seriously wanted to bang my head into a wall several times. Couldn't people see from lack of chest that I was clearly male? Apparently not.

"No, just friends," Sasuke said quickly at the exact same time I mumbled, "I knew I shouldn't have worn this in public."

"Sure you are." He winked at us. I felt my face become hot. Man that guy was suggestive. "So, may I ask why you have so many tubs of ice cream?"

Sasuke's eyes were downcast, and there was a soft frown on his lips, so I answered hastily, "Family reunion. Lots of little munchkins with sweet tooths. Teeth. Heh…"

"Okay then," he said and went to ring up the tubs. I placed a comforting hand on Sasuke's shoulder, and found that he was lightly shivering. The man told me the price, and I could feel my eyes widen. How could eight tubs of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream cost that much? I took my wallet out of my pocket and opened it.

"Ah, darn. I only have enough to cover about half of it. Can you cover the rest?" I turned to Sasuke, who nodded and fished out his own wallet from his jeans. We counted out the money and laid it out on the counter then gathered up our ice cream in two bags and walked out of the store.

We passed the movie store on our way to my apartment. "Hey, you wanna go in and rent a few movies?" I asked Sasuke, knowing that he liked different genres of movies for each knew mood of his.

"Sure," he replied, and we headed into the store, our ice cream dangling from our arms. I immediately headed towards the Anime section while he headed to the Family selection. This vaguely surprised me, but I ignored it otherwise. We met back up in the comedy section, with me holding Princess Mononoke, and he holding The Princess Bride. I raised my eyebrows at his selection, but said nothing of it. Out of the comedy section, we chose Little Miss Sunshine. I don't know why. We just did.

I checked out the movies and we finally made our way into my apartment. It seemed like it had been forever, but in reality the digital clock on the oven in the kitchen read noon. I sighed, and helped Sasuke put all but one of the ice cream tubs in the freezer, grabbed two spoons, and led the way into grandma's room. Her room was the only one with a TV that had a DVD player.

I lived all alone, pretty much, since grandma was out a lot, gambling. But when she was home, she was a good parental figure, I guess. She made sure I wasn't dead, I went to school, and that I ate something other than ramen. I loved her for that, being there for me when I most needed it.

Sasuke lived with his older brother who honestly didn't give a crap whether the younger boy was alive or not. So Sasuke hung out with baachan and me a lot, and even came to her for relationship advice. I don't know why, but I found that pretty funny.

While Sasuke removed his black sweatshirt from his body, I turned on the TV and DVD player, popped in The Princess Bride, and hit play. He snuggled under the covers, grabbed the ice cream and began shoveling it into his mouth. I could practically hear it screaming out, "No! Don't eat me! I promise I will serve you well for the rest of my life! No---!" Flipping the switch and turning the lights out, I too crawled into bed, and grabbed a spoon.

About a fourth of the way through the first film we finished the first tub of ice cream. I paused the movie, and went into the kitchen to get another tub. When I came back, Sasuke was in tears again, so I handed him both a box of tissues and the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and climbing under the blankets next so him. He curled against me, totally vulnerable, and completely miserable. I leaned my chin against his head. Though when standing, Sasuke's about two inches taller than me, in bed, curled up against me like this, he's shorter.

Man that sounded wrong.

Why am I just now noticing all of the sexual innuendoes like this?

We'd gone through two and some small fraction by the end of the first movie, and it was about two. So I popped in Princess Mononoke and resumed my spot by Sasuke's side. By the time the second movie was over, it was about four thirty, and five of the tubs had been downed. The stress of the day was really showing on Sasuke. It had been his first breakup, and he really thought Neji was The One. Sure, Sasuke was being rather naive about it, but what do you expect? For me, it's like having your first girl crush, and fantasizing your wedding day, and your children that were going to have together only to find out she was extremely rude and didn't like you anyway.

Sasuke yawned. I followed suit. Yawns are contagious, right?

We popped in the third movie. However, we were both lulled into sleep by the warmth of the blankets and covers, and each other. I've never really slept with anyone else in bed with me like this. Sasuke often came over for sleepovers, but we never really shared the same bed or sleeping bag or whatever we were sleeping in at the moment. But I liked it. It felt good.

The author-ess laughs at her horrible grammar and plot-that-has-no-plot. Ya know, now that the author-ess is looking over this, she realizes that this could totally be a one-shot if she was too lazy to write more chapters. But she really wants to shove in there a perverted Sakura, and doesn't know how. She also wants to force into here something involving the electricity being out and having to eat uncooked ramen. The author-ess wants to actually finish this story this time. That would be really nice.

Being the ever forgetful author-ess that she is, the author-ess needs to remind herself that several things in this movie are not hers. The first and foremost of course being the lack of ownership of Naruto, which is quite a morbid thought indeed; however, the author-ess will simply have to deal with it. The second would be the song 'Guy Love' by Turk and JD from Scrubs, and 'Wannabe' by the Dixie Chicks. The author-ess actual has those as her ringtones, she would like you to know. She also does not own the movies mentioned here. But she does, in fact, own eight tubs of chocolate chip cookie dough. She would like to point out that they cost her more than should be legal.

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