You're on the phone I'm in my room
With your girlfriend
She's upset
She's going off about
Something that you said
She doesn't get your humor
Like I do
It's a typical tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music
She doesn't like
She'll never know your story
Like I do
Hinata sighed once more.
Naruto, her friend since childhood…
Naruto, who had always been there…
Naruto, who was her only love…
Naruto, who had a girlfriend…
It broke Hinata to see him with Suki, every damn day since seventh grade. Now she was in eighth, and still hopelessly devoted to Naruto. She told herself over and over again that he'd never feel the same way, but something inside of Hinata told her to keep trying.
Why did he date Suki anyways?
Suki didn't get Naruto.
She just…Didn't.
She didn't understand his humor.
She hated his taste in music.
Suki didn't even approve of his RAMEN obsession.
WTF???
If you're going to love Naruto Uzumaki, then damn it, you better be willing to watch him scarf down twelve bowls of the stuff!!
…
Well, that was Hinata's opinion.
But Hinata was only Naruto's friend. Not his best friend. Not even his best chick friend.
It went like this.
Sasuke (best friend, though you never really see it)
Shikamaru (he's sleeping half the time, you really can't even tell)
Neji (Hinata's cousin, they sort of get along well)
Then, as far as female friends went…
Sakura (Hinata's friend as well, but Sakura met Naruto earlier on, so she of course was his friend, also dates Sasuke)
Herself (She met him a few months after Sakura did. WOOP WOOP!! SECOND PLACE, BITCHEZ!!)
Ino (No one knows why…)
Temari (She dates Shikamaru)
TenTen (The girl who might as well date Neji…)
"Hinata? Hina Chan? You in there?" a familiar voice asked.
And once again, Hinata was torn apart from her fantasies.
What fantasies might you ask?
None in particular.
Just her Naruto skateboarding into the sunset, and sharing a sweet kiss in Ichiraku ramen. She sighed happily.
She heard a laugh.
"Naru Chan Fantasy Number Fourteen, right?" the person asked.
Hinata fought back a scowl at Sakura. The pink haired girl was right. Now I know what you're thinking. Fourteen fantasies about Naruto Uzumaki!? Heh, don't worry, there's more than just that. You should see number three hundred forty two.
But I digress…
Hinata sat up from her desk. Language Arts was over, and it was her last class of the day. She packed up all her stuff and walked beside Sakura out the door. She could tell her friend was getting a little worried.
"Hina Chan, are you okay?" she asked.
Hinata nodded slowly.
"I don't know. I guess I just don't feel so hot. I'll see you tomorrow or something, Sakura." She murmured in a quiet voice, letting a few lavender hairs fall in front of her face, as she grabbed her skateboard from her locker.
Sakura, knowing Hinata and how sometimes she really needed to be alone, did not push the subject. Instead, she bade her friend a fond farewell when they reached the front doors. Hinata set her skateboard on the ground and without even thinking, found herself riding smoothly along the sidewalk on her route home.
"Hinahime Chan!!"
The familiar voice sent chills down her spine.
The only voice that could send chills down her spine.
She sighed unnoticeably before turning her head slightly and waving at Naruto.
"Hi, Naruto kun!" she replied cheerily.
He was on his skateboard as well, half of his helmet still on his head.
"Naruto, you could get hurt if you don't wear a helmet!" Hinata scolded playfully.
Naruto grinned.
"You never wear a helmet, Hinahime!" he scolded in a tone similar to hers.
Hinata giggled softly.
"Then I should follow your example!" she retorted happily.
It usually went on like that.
The two would scold each other and just talk randomly until Hinata reached her house.
"Well, Hinata?"
Hinata blinked, she was hardly paying any attention. She was too busy focusing on how her wedding with Naruto would look like. Now let me explain something, Hinata wasn't obsessed with Naruto at all. They were friends for so very long, the love she had grown for him was so very strong, that she had often fantasized about that day one day…If it ever happened.
"What were you saying, Naruto?" she asked softly.
"I was asking you if you were going to the dance tomorrow." He repeated with a foxy grin.
BA-DUMP
BA-DUMP
Hinata's heart thumped wildly, out of control.
Was Naruto finally going to ask her to a dance?
Or out on any date for that matter!?
"Because if you were, Sasuke, Sakura, Temari, Shikamaru, Suki and I wanted to make it a joint date." He finished
And her world fell.
She couldn't help but her hair fall over the left side of her face, not daring to let Naruto see the tears that she might let go.
"No, Naruto kun. I'm not going. But I hope you and the others have fun!" she replied, moving her hair out of her face and plastering a small, believable fake smile onto her face.
Knowing Naruto, he wouldn't fall for it, but he didn't question it.
"So, Naruto, a couple of us were going to-"
Hinata's soft voice was cut off.
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
And don't resen-
Naruto flipped open his phone and his face twisted into a scowl. Hinata tilted her head slightly.
"What's wrong, Naruto kun?" she asked.
"It's Suki again. She says she wants me to pick her up some tampons from Walgreens. AGAIN." He groaned.
Hinata smiled.
"Don't worry. You'll survive the 'Women's Section" one more time, Naruto." She replied softly.
Naruto shook his head; the scowl still on his face.
"She also says that she wants me to cut back on my ramen intake." He added.
Ah, fuck no.
Who was that dear reader?
That, is who we call 'Psycho Hina'. She's basically an Inner Sakura for Hinata. Except, about three thousand times worse. Sakura lets out her inner so there's no build up. Hinata keeps Psycho Hina held up in her mind, so her attitude is far worse.
"Well, I have to get going, Hinahime! See you tomorrow!" Naruto added with a grin as he sped away.
Hinata sighed and her shoulders slumped. Her house was barely seconds away. Once she reached it, her stuff was thrown onto the lawn in fits of extreme sadness, where she knew a worried friend (coughSakuracough) would pick it up and bring it in. She ran into her room and flopped onto her bed. She buried her face into her pillows and tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Her radio, which just so happened to be on -how convenient- switched to some song by Taylor Swift she was unfamiliar with.
Little did she know that it told the story of her life.
But she wears short skirts
I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day
When you wake up and find
That what you're looking for
Has been here the whole time
If you could see
That I'm the one
Who understands you
Been here all along
So why can't you
See you belong with me
"Naruto kun…You belong with me."
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