This is just a short story I came up with for Sasusaku after listening to the song "Blank Sheet Of Paper" by Tim McGraw. I've used a very different POV in this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, any of the characters or the song "Blank Sheet Of Paper" by Tim McGraw.
I'm just your average 8 ½ by 11 sheet of paper. I'm not even lined. What knowledge could I possible have if there's nothing written on me, right? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret. I know exactly what's going on. Right now, I've got some loser with spiky black hair hovering over me with a pen in his hand. He's planning on writing a letter to some girl, apologizing to her. This loser screwed up and wants to tell the girl, Sakura, that he's sorry and to ask for her forgiveness.
He's been looking down at me for what seems like forever. The worst part is that he keeps clicking that damn pen. Do you have any idea how freaking annoying that is? It's like he can't figure out what he wants to say. If he'd just tell the truth, like saying, 'I fucked up and screwed that other girl. I'm sorry and don't want to lose you,' then we'd be all set. I'd be out of here and off to that Sakura girl.
However, he just sits there, staring at me and I stare back at him. This loser has no clue how to start to say he doesn't want his relationship with Sakura to end. So now, it's been an hour and I'm still just your average sheet of paper.
Now the sunlight is shining though the curtains and this loser, Sasuke, is almost asleep. The damn pen's still in his hand, but he's not clicking it anymore, thankfully. He's got one tear sitting in his eye that refuses to freaking fall. If it would land on me, that'd be all it would take. That one little tearstain would explain it all! But no, it's stubbornly glued to his eye.
So he continues to stare at me while I stare back. This is really getting on my nerves. He won't write anything. He doesn't know what to say to tell Sakura he doesn't want her to leave. Now, it's four freaking hours later and I'm still a plain old 8 ½ by 11 sheet of paper.
Stare, stare, stare. That's all this idiot knows how to do. He just can't figure out what to write. Dude, if you don't want to lose her, just freaking tell her! But, you know, as much as this guy annoys me, I can't help but feel bad for him. Now, that loser is a brokenhearted loser and I am still a blank sheet of paper.
That's the end. Please R&R.