You're on the phone with your girlfriend she's upset

She's going off about something that you said

But she doesn't get your humor like I do

The blonde teen rushed from the bathroom, pulling his shirt down over his damp hair. The phone rang loudly again as the sound resonated through the relatively small apartment.

"I'm coming," he mumbled under his breath a she picked up the phone to look at the caller ID.

He paled slightly as the words 'Toshiko Satoshi' appeared on the small screen. He sighed as he reluctantly pressed the 'talk' button on the phone.

"Hey Toshi," he greeted her with forced cheer, hoping her pet-name would hold off whatever storm he knew was inevitably heading his way.

"Naruto!" she nearly blasted his ear out as she yelled shrilly into the phone, "what you said earlier was so insensitive and rude it's unbelievable!"

"Toshiko," he groaned in frustration, running his fingers through his wild blonde hair, "it was just a joke, I already explained this to you."

"Naruto," she huffed on the other end of the line, causing Naruto to roll his startling blue eyes, "there's no way that was a joke. I think I'd know when my boyfriend was joking and that wasn't it!
"We've been over this a million times. Please, Toshi, it's late I need to be able to wake up early for my soccer game tomorrow, remember?"

"Don't talk to me like I'm stupid! I know, I'm a cheerleader, remember! Besides I want to make sure you understand that that type of humor isn't always appreciated."

"Yeah, sure," he tried to hurry their 'conversation' along. Why did she always have to look down on everyone; she definitely had not been like this before they started dating. 'I don't get it,' he thought, 'Hinata thought it was funny…'

"But, I'm your girlfriend, not her!" Toshiko yelled.

'Crap,' he realized, 'I said that out loud!' Toshiko always had been touchy about Hinata and never ceased to blow up at him or become exceedingly possessive whenever she was mentioned.

"Listen, Toshi, I didn't mean it like—"

"Like what!? You know what Naruto; I don't like how you always spend so much time with her," 'She's my oldest friend besides Sasuke-teme,' he defended himself mentally, "How is it we've been together for so long and she knows things you won't even begin to tell me?" 'Because she understands and she's my best friend, besides you and I haven't been together that long,' "People have started to talk and I'm beginning to wonder if they're right," 'People will always talk, you should trust me enough if you don't trust her,' "You have to choose Naruto; me or her."

"Wh-what?" he uttered disbelievingly.

"You heard me. I know it'll take some time to get used to but I won't wait forever." Then the line went dead.

Naruto lowered the phone in shock. He seemed to feel worse as the realization of the situation sunk in. He'd been presented with the simplest, yet most complicated choice; his best friend or his girlfriend. Almost on instinct he dialed the only number that mattered.

I'm in my room it's a typical Tuesday night

I'm listening to the type of music she doesn't like

She'll never know your story like I do

Hinata nibbled the eraser of her pencil nervously before sketching a few lines onto the picture. She held her hand idly as she examined the work, only to have a groan escape her as she erased the freshly made lines. 'This isn't working!' she thought in frustration as she leaned back onto the pillow of her bed. She sighed, looking over at the radio on the windowsill as she reached for the buttons. In a few quick flicks her favorite son was playing. It was 'Lift Me Up' by Jars of Clay. She rocked her head silently as she reached over to plug in her headphones before placing the over her shiny raven-black hair. She hummed the tune before absently pulling long her up in a messy bun. This was her favorite song; after all it was his favorite song as well. She giggled to herself as she remembered how they had always joked about it being their song. A blush rose to her cheeks as she thought of his handsome features, his—suddenly her musing was cut off as the phone rang abruptly. Reaching over to the ever-crowded windowsill she picked up the phone as she surveyed the name displayed on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat and she nearly dropped the phone as she fumbled to answer.

"Moshi moshi Naruto-kun," he answered somewhat shyly even though he was her best friend.

"Um…uh…hey Hinata-chan," he mumbled nervously.

Hinata froze. She knew that tone all too well. It was the voice he got when something big was happening and he wouldn't tell even her asbout it. He hadn't used that voice since he'd had to tell her that her mother died in a plane crash some years ago. She would always recognize it; his voice became slightly deeper and became heavily laced with sadness despite how hard he tried to fight it off.

"Naruto-kun, what's wrong," she instantly forgot her shyness as she became focused on how to help him.

"What do you mean Hinata-chan?" he asked warily as he fought to cover for himself; his voice was betraying him.

"Naruto…don't lie to me. I know you way to well. Please maybe I can hel—"

"Hinata-chan I don't know what you're talking about," his voice began to rise in frustration.

"Fine Naruto," she answered softly, she hated it when he was angry, he tended to lose control in extreme cases, "Don't tell me now, but know that I'm always there if you need me."

"Thanks Hinata-chan," to her relief his voice was beginning to return to normal, "I just have a lot on my mind right now and I just needed to hear a friend."

Hinata smiled gently at his comment about her being a friend, though she already knew that was true; there was no need for words. "You know I'll always be there for you Naruto-kun. It's no problem. See you in three weeks. Oyasumi Naru-kun," she whispered.

"Oyasumi," he answered back, sounding as though a physical burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

She smiled again before hanging up and setting it back into its holder. She always felt a sense of purpose after she helped him. Turning back to the picture she finally began sketching again as inspiration flowed back to her. She had to finish in three weeks, after all what kind of friend would she be if she didn't get Naruto a birthday present? It was their tradition. She would give him a painting of something they did together that year along with a present and her homemade ramen before they spent as much time as his current girlfriend allowed together before they would part the final present being a slice of chocolate cake. The tradition had come into play since they were five and the resulting scrapbook served as a memoir of their lives together.