DISCLAIMER: Naruto = Not Mine
THE OTHER GIRL
Chapter I: (Last days of Summer) Just for now, he is mine.
"So what's his favourite colour?"
"Blue."
"Oh that is so perfect!" the other girl squealed, "Blue is my favourite colour too!"
She smiled. What was there to say to such an enthusiastic lie? The other girl radiated 'pink' but she supposed that it was sweet of her to willingly change her preference to suit his.
"I have the perfect dress for the dance festival and guess what? It's the perfect shade of blue! It's a halter dress and I just know that it'll be perfect for the night!"
She did not know any one else who could abuse the adjective 'perfect' like this girl could.
"Oh, and I have all the perfect accessories to go with it! My make up is even going to be shades of blue... the eye shadow, eye liner... maybe not the lipstick though..."
The other girl stopped abruptly and looked at her so intently that she thought that the other girl figured out that she was paying less than half a mind to what was being said.
"Does he like girls that wear make up?" the other girl sounded a bit worried.
"Why wouldn't he?" She knew all the reasons why he did not.
"Oh that's good..." the relief in the other girl's voice was almost tangible, "But do you think blue make up is just a tad bit too much?"
"It will look pretty on you..." She also thought that she could make a messy smear of red across the nose contrast beautifully with purple bruises generously decorating the other girl's face... she was a creative person, after all.
"Really?" Thankfully the other girl did not even wait for a response, "Do you think he'll like it?"
"Why wouldn't he?" If the other girl could tell a white lie then so could she.
The other girl positively beamed. Then a thoughtful expression came over her features.
"But what kind of perfume should I wear? I wonder if he likes fruity scents... does he?"
"It will suit you... perfectly." She used the other girl's favourite adjective with an all too sweet tone.
An older woman called to the other girl from outside the store. The other girl leaned off the counter and turned to leave.
"Thanks to you he and I will be so happy together. Wish me luck, Ino-san!" was the other girl's parting remark.
She smiled at other girl's retreating back.
There was nothing she could say to that, at least nothing that would help the other girl's venture.
From the very start she knew that the other girl would not succeed. And even if she was mistaken, she had just ruined the other girl's chances.
It might have been cruel but it certainly did not seem like that to her.
Why should she help someone so superficial, so fake, so phony... so undeserving of him?
He liked the colour blue because he thought that there was no other colour that would serve as a better background for the white clouds that he so loved to watch.
He found beauty in simplicity and to him natural beauty, a breathtaking waterfall or an unpowdered face, was ideal.
He loved the calming scent of the cool breeze on a sunny day.
These were things the other girl would never know.
She was not being selfish... the other girl was simply unworthy of him.
She closed her eyes and let the smile fall away from her lips.
Outside the flower shop, it was a sunny day with blue skies and puffy white clouds.
Shikamaru was hers, for a little while longer.
A/N: Pure garbage or am I allowed to continue? Please let me know if I should go ahead and expand on this. Grammar errors? Spelling errors? Moronic mistakes? Please let me know that too.
THE OTHER GIRL
Chapter I: (Last days of Summer) Just for now, he is mine.
"So what's his favourite colour?"
"Blue."
"Oh that is so perfect!" the other girl squealed, "Blue is my favourite colour too!"
She smiled. What was there to say to such an enthusiastic lie? The other girl radiated 'pink' but she supposed that it was sweet of her to willingly change her preference to suit his.
"I have the perfect dress for the dance festival and guess what? It's the perfect shade of blue! It's a halter dress and I just know that it'll be perfect for the night!"
She did not know any one else who could abuse the adjective 'perfect' like this girl could.
"Oh, and I have all the perfect accessories to go with it! My make up is even going to be shades of blue... the eye shadow, eye liner... maybe not the lipstick though..."
The other girl stopped abruptly and looked at her so intently that she thought that the other girl figured out that she was paying less than half a mind to what was being said.
"Does he like girls that wear make up?" the other girl sounded a bit worried.
"Why wouldn't he?" She knew all the reasons why he did not.
"Oh that's good..." the relief in the other girl's voice was almost tangible, "But do you think blue make up is just a tad bit too much?"
"It will look pretty on you..." She also thought that she could make a messy smear of red across the nose contrast beautifully with purple bruises generously decorating the other girl's face... she was a creative person, after all.
"Really?" Thankfully the other girl did not even wait for a response, "Do you think he'll like it?"
"Why wouldn't he?" If the other girl could tell a white lie then so could she.
The other girl positively beamed. Then a thoughtful expression came over her features.
"But what kind of perfume should I wear? I wonder if he likes fruity scents... does he?"
"It will suit you... perfectly." She used the other girl's favourite adjective with an all too sweet tone.
An older woman called to the other girl from outside the store. The other girl leaned off the counter and turned to leave.
"Thanks to you he and I will be so happy together. Wish me luck, Ino-san!" was the other girl's parting remark.
She smiled at other girl's retreating back.
There was nothing she could say to that, at least nothing that would help the other girl's venture.
From the very start she knew that the other girl would not succeed. And even if she was mistaken, she had just ruined the other girl's chances.
It might have been cruel but it certainly did not seem like that to her.
Why should she help someone so superficial, so fake, so phony... so undeserving of him?
He liked the colour blue because he thought that there was no other colour that would serve as a better background for the white clouds that he so loved to watch.
He found beauty in simplicity and to him natural beauty, a breathtaking waterfall or an unpowdered face, was ideal.
He loved the calming scent of the cool breeze on a sunny day.
These were things the other girl would never know.
She was not being selfish... the other girl was simply unworthy of him.
She closed her eyes and let the smile fall away from her lips.
Outside the flower shop, it was a sunny day with blue skies and puffy white clouds.
Shikamaru was hers, for a little while longer.
A/N: Pure garbage or am I allowed to continue? Please let me know if I should go ahead and expand on this. Grammar errors? Spelling errors? Moronic mistakes? Please let me know that too.