A/N - Whoa there... WHOA THERE. Now doesn't THIS place look familiar. I have this strange feeling like I've been here before.
And wasted hours upon years of my life on this one site. Oooh, how this feeling makes me ACHE.
BECAUSE MY EYES STILL BLEED FROM THE PAST.
Hello little ducklings, I have returned and OFFICIALLY survived boot camp.
Now enjoy this absolutely CHILD of a story idea I have twirling around in my mind.
And have patience, because I have returned with even LESS time to waste
DISCLAIMER - I do not own Naruto- But I do own some Navy pride. HOOOYAHHH.
Songs used for this chapter - Lorde - Ribs (Ryan Hemsworth Remix)
I tugged at the straps of my book bag as I leaned forward and kicked, picking up the pace of my board as I glided across the sidewalk. It was dark, cold, and wet, making the normally enjoyable trip a bit of a downer. I should have made this trip hours ago, my bad judgment causing me to get caught by this dreary storm. With each water droplet that drizzled down from the faintly citylit sky, my coat managed to catch and absorb everything within grasp. The extra water weight was beginning to drag me down, but with the simple motivation of getting home and warming back up I let a chilled steamy breath slip past my lips, tugged at my hood, and kicked harder, allowing the pounding music from my headphones to drown out the shivering cries of my dying body heat.
Two blocks down, twenty more to go.
How I managed to get dragged out tonight, I'm not sure. It was probably the offer of pot, video games, snacks, and girls- which was entertaining while I was there at my friend's apartment- but seemingly worthless now as flickering lightening lit up the lonely city sidewalks I was rolling on. I should have controlled myself, declined my friend's taunting offer with that sweet smile of his, but I didn't. He needed a wing man, which was why I was invited; a friendly distraction for one of the girls' friend whilst he attempted to make his sly moves on the other. I didn't mind, the girl was really down to earth and cool to chill with, but all I could think about now was getting home, showering, and hopping into bed.
Kicking again, I shoved my hands in my pockets and ducked my head a little, hoping the wind wouldn't knock my hood back. Another block down, but I tried not to think about it. The music was soothing and my mind was trying so hard to fog over from the dying down high, but each tiring blink was retaliated with a jolting water droplet to my face. Unfortunately it seemed that I would feel every seconds of this depressing 20 minute ride, and I guess I deserved it.
Suddenly an unexpected cat lazily pranced in the middle of the sidewalk, effectively standing in the crosshairs of the burning path of my board. The sight of the animal sunk my heart, knowing I was going way to fast to simply slide to a stop. As I came closer, his yellow eyes darted to mine in surprise, but unbelievably he stood there in complete fright without any signs of moving.
"You're fucking kidding me," I cursed to myself in disbelief, quickly thinking of my options.
I could bite the bullet and jump off my board, effectively landing myself into a pile of wet garbage and cold steel trashcans; or I could trust my skills and swerve around the cat with no harm no foul- while hopefully reframing in slamming myself into one of many cars at the side of the road.
It was a split second decision to trust my skills and attempt to curve around the cat.
One that I made poorly obviously, because I ended up eating dirt the moment I shifted to turn…
I hit the ground a fraction of a second later, the whole right side of my body slamming against concrete. It didn't seem long until I was done skidding across the pavement and managed to settle down in a shallow puddle, pathetically laying there as the water slowly began to soak into my jeans and socks. And as I absorbed the water like some sort of human plant, I simply stayed there, the pain gradually running up from my legs to my hips and arms as my mind slowly registered each skin cell that made contact with the rough concrete. With each second the discomfort became unbearable pain, making it easier to simply lay still and reevaluate every life decision I have ever made in my whole entire life.
"What the fuck," I groaned in absolute misery, rolling to my side with my eyes shut tight. Wincing as my ribs throbbed, I cursed again and muttered, "Fuckkkk, I'm never boarding again. Fuck everything."
It was a lie, but it made me feel better.
Moments after the sentence passed my lips though, the sudden thought occurred to me.
"My board!" I said frantically as I shot up from the ground, eyes quickly scanning the area around me. It, along with the cat, were no to be seen.
"Oh my god, forget about your board. Are you ok?"
The secondary frantic voice caught me off guard, considering that it sounded as if it came from the stormy skies above. With a blink and a confused frown, I lifted my eyes to see a blond girl standing there, umbrella in her hand as she stared down at me worriedly. It was hard to make out her face completely, the shadow from the umbrella making it hard to study her features, but overall I didn't recognize her.
"Uh, yeah I'm fine," I stumbled out, curious as to where she had come from. Moments ago I could have sworn I was the only one up as the whole city slept, proof being in the fact that no one had been on the streets with me.
"Are you sure?" She pressed delicately, leaning down slightly with wide blue eyes. Her proximity began to make me uncomfortable, and a tad bit embarrassed I leaned away and replied, "Yeah no, I'm fine. Seriously."
She didn't look convinced, but it was humiliating enough to be caught bailing like some sort of scrub. Quickly I got to my feet, brushing off some the trash and leaves that managed to stick to me. Shortly after I leaned down to grab my headphones, which were completely damaged beyond compare. Sighing, I shook the water off of them and began looking for my board again.
"I saw what happened, poor kitten was scared to death," the girl commented as I stood there and scanned around me.
"Yeah, poor kitten," I mumbled sarcastically as I spotted my duster board, named Lucy, hidden under a car nearby. Absolutely relieved to see that she was still alive, I took a step to retrieve her, but ended up pausing midstride as a wincing sharp pain shot up my side.
"Hey idiot, don't move," I blinked at the command and glanced at the girl, who was giving me a glare as I stood there hugging my waist with one arm. Slightly confused about how hostile she was being, I opened my mouth and said unintelligently, "What?"
"I said don't move," she repeated, moving to get my board for me. I attempted to stop her, but she shot me another glare that stopped me midstride again. After assuring that I would stay put, she turned and continued towards the car my board was hidden under, then bending down shortly after, she picked it up awkwardly.
The way she held it made it seem like she was completely revolted by the piece of wood and wheels in her hand. Carefully keeping it away from her body, she quickly ran towards me in tip toe style and held it out to me between her well distanced fingers.
"Thanks," I said slowly, unsure what else I should say as she tossed Lucy on the ground like utter trash.
"You're welcome," she said in a matter of fact tone, as if it was some sort of privilege to be helped by her.
Unsure on what to do now, I began a bit slowly, "Well… I better get going."
"You can't be serious," she replied with a hard frown, "Where the hell do you expect to go in your condition?"
"Condition?" I repeated, again slightly confused. She simply stood there, expecting an answer. With my face twisting, I replied, "It was just a bad bail, no big deal."
"You're hurt," she pointed out in an obvious sort of tone.
"Not too bad though," I countered as I placed my foot on my board in proof. Leaning forward to balance myself, I moved to kick only to wince in pain and stop mid lift, "Ow, what the hell."
"See," she huffed out, not sounding at all worried now but simply trying to prove a point, "You can't skate like that."
"I need to get home," I informed, knowing it was obvious but wanting her to understand that I couldn't just stay outside all night in the way.
"But you can't skate," she argued.
Frowning, I pointed out, "Then how the hell am I supposed to get home?"
"Not by skating," she replied with an indifferent shrug.
Huffing in frustration, I tossed up my hands and caved, "Alright, fine, I won't skate. Guess I'll just walk the eighteen blocks I have left."
Giving me another frown, she muttered, "Well that's too far to walk."
Pratically on the verge of exploding, I kicked my board into my hand and snapped, "Yeah well fuck it, can't skate right?"
"Well no you can't," she agreed, but as soon as I moved to walk she quickly added, "But you can't walk either, you'll get sick."
"You've got to be kidding," I muttered to myself, grinding my teeth together in annoyance.
"Sickness is not a joke," she responded in a matter of fact tone, causing me to want to rip my hair out.
Who the hell was this creep of a girl, and why the hell was I bothering with entertaining her about this pointless bullshit anyway? The more time I spent going in circles with her, the longer it would take to get home. If anything, I wanted to shut her up just so I could get a block or two away before hopping on my board and smoothing my way back without this random ass crazy blond telling me what to do.
Attempting to pull it together long enough to simply end the conversation with the girl, I turned to her and began calmly, "Listen, I'll be fine. I just need to get home."
"Ok, so lets take the subway then."
Crazy thing is, it wasn't an offer. Actually, it was a direct order as she began taking my board from my hand as if to help me carry it.
"Hey hold the hell on," I cut in as I snatched my board away, "I don't want to ride the subway."
"And why not?" She asked, completely annoyed for reasons unknown.
Twisting my face, I informed, "I don't have the cash to spare at the moment, it's the whole reason I'm boarding to my place to begin with."
"Subways are cheap," she replied with a roll of her eyes, "You can spare it for tonight."
She was possibly right, but the way she was so controlling was annoying. So for the sake of just being difficult, I snapped, "No I can't, so let me just walk home."
"You'll get sick!" She stomped.
"How old are you?" I asked in absolute curiosity, "No better question, who the hell are you? I'm just trying to get back-."
"Home I know," she finished with a big roll of her eyes, "And I'm trying to help you get there, but you're being such a fucking adult child about this."
"That didn't answer any of my questions," I pointed out with a glare.
"Fine, then I'll pay for your taxi," she went on, completely ignoring me as she turned and stormed towards the dead street.
"Hey! No! You're not paying for anything," I shouted after her, limping to catch her as she angrily looked up and down the road.
"Shut up, stop being dumb," she snapped.
"You're the one being crazy!" I shouted back angrily, "Where the hell do you see a taxi at!?"
"It's the city, taxis are everywhere," she responded matter flatly.
"Not this late at night, sweet heart," I snorted with a roll of my eyes, "You must be new here."
"As a matter of fact, I am," she answered while turning to me with the cross of her arms.
I opened my mouth, eyebrows scrunching, but quickly brushed it off and went on, "Either way, unless you have a number to call a taxi then there is no way you'll be able to randomly grab one."
"Then give me a number," she demanded.
Unbelievable.
"I'm out of here," I said, finally coming to the conclusion that I was done being polite by entertaining this girl. Turning and giving a lazy wave, I made my way towards my place.
"God you're stubborn," she replied, following close behind me. Rolling my eyes, I ignored her- that was until I noticed that she continued to follow me down the sidewalk.
With a glare, I glanced at her and said, "Don't tell me you plan to-"
"Well how else am I supposed to sleep at night if I don't know you made it home safe?" She cut in with a glare of her own.
"You're fucking kidding me," I practically shouted with my hand tossing into the air, "Don't you think stalking me is a tad bit extreme?"
"I'm just making sure you get there-" She argued, but I quickly cut her off, "Safe! Yeah, I get it."
"So why are you making this so hard?"
Suddenly the whole conversation shifted. Up until now the girl had been demanding and bothersome with how she felt everything within reach was her god given right to rule, but the last question brought everything to a halt. Maybe it was how the question came out; as a bit of a pout as she shifted with the umbrella leaning against her shoulder, eyes wandering to the ground with a frown slowly pulling at her lips. In a split second, for some crazy odd reason, I considered the fact that maybe she was worried and genuinely uneasy for my safety.
Maybe she honestly couldn't live with herself allowing me to limp back home all alone.
Sighing, and feeling like an utter idiot, I set my jaw and forced out, "Alright… let's take the subway."
Her eyes darted to mine in surprise, and when she realized that I was very serious, her blue eyes brightened in delight. Smile splitting her face in absolute pleasure, she quickly came towards me and relieved me of my board- which I clung to for a moment before she gave one last hard tug to snatch it away from me. Stumbling back, she gave me a sweet smile as she hugged her arm around it, placing it against her slim hips in such a way that fit her perfectly. I watched her as she adjusted her umbrella and then uneasily allowed her to lead me into a very suspicious, very faintly lit, subway ladder well.
There we sat for an hour waiting on the subway, which till this day I believe was some sort of cleverly designed plot to merely trap me somewhere so I would have to listen to her infinite chatter about random nothings. And as we rode from tunnel to tunnel, the rattling metal tube melting away the twenty blocks that had just been looming over my head, she fell asleep. When it was near my stop I woke her up, and her genuine relief confused me as she smiled and hoped I would have a good night, but shortly after inquired if I would like to take down her number simply so I could text her that I did in fact make it home in one piece.
Unbelievably enough, whether it was some trick or spell, I found myself pulling out my cellphone and typing down her number; and a short twenty minutes later I found myself using it, informing her that I had in fact managed to limp myself back in a very wholesome piece.
The last I heard from her was her text message reply.
Lol, thank god. Now crumble into your bed and try not to crash into anymore garbage cans.
It wasn't until days later that it hit me.
I never asked for her name.
Well then, theres that. What do you think? Been tossing it in my head for awhile now, hopefully it goes some place.
As for Girl Across the street, just omg give me a fucking second. Cuz like I read the whole story over and realized so much about it. Like, how much of a troll I am and how much I like to fuck with emotions, BECAUSE MY OWN EMOTIONS WERE FUCKED OVER IN THAT STORY WHEN I WAS READING IT AGAIN.
Anyway, yeah, hopefully I can come up with a way to go ahead and finish that up because I'm stuck and have a bad case of writer's block, as you can tell by the poorly written first chapter to this new story.
Some brief info just in case you were wondering, yes I went to boot camp. Yes it was hard- but not as hard as I thought it would be- and it was challenging- but nothing your Shy couldn't handle. I made LOADS of new friends, ones that I now consider family and ones that I miss alot seeing as a lot of them got sent to schools far away from where I am now; ANDDD it is official, I'm a mother fucking Sailor.
So for those who have a plan in mind and are uneasy on whether you should make it happen or not, just push past all the shit and do it. Nike. Because here I am now, part of the worlds finest Navy.
Read review, tell me what you think. Have I mentioned I fucking missed your faces. BECAUSE I FUCKING MISSED YOUR FACES.
UNNNNGHHHH, I LOVE YOU ALL. LOVE ME BACK.
Well, those who notice that I'm here anyway.
Shycadet issss back for who knows how long, loves yooohooohooo, out.