Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters.
Some characters may not be portrayed as normal~ .e.g. Hinata won't be stuttering much.
Who would you choose? The guy that has always been there for you, or the dream guy that you've always wanted? I've never really thought much about it, except when watching romantic comedy movies, and the girl always picks the boy next door, and should since the dream guy is always an ass in the end. But what if the dream guy is the guy next door?
Tap, tap, rattle…
I snuggled deeper under my blankets, trying to ignore the annoying sound coming from outside my bedroom window. The sound stopped and I let out a sigh of relief when, crack! I jumped up in my bed, throwing my covers off. I ran to my window, which let to a small boucany on the second floor.
"Hinata!" hissed a voice.
Pulling aside the thick curtains I noticed a crack in the glass. I quickly opened my window before some serious damage could be done.
Snap! I stumbled back just as I opened the door, holding my head in pain. Something had hit me – really hard – in the head. I rubbed the sore spot, and felt something wet on my fingers. In the light of the moon I saw my fingers stained with blood from my head. A moment later, everything went black.
"Hinata! Come on!"
I tried to ignore the low murmur. My head was throbbing and I just wanted to sleep. I tried to snuggle deeper under my covers and heard a chocked yelp. Forcing an eye open I found myself not in my bed, but on my floor! Strong male arms surrounded me, holding me against a firm body. And my hand had found its way under the shirt. I frowned. Was I dreaming? I tilted my head back to look at the person that was holding me. Naruto.
"Please Hinata, wake up," he pleaded in a hushed tone.
Why was he whispering? Naruto was usually loud and energetic.
"Naruto-kun?" I mumbled, feeling my cheeks warm.
"Finally!" he breathed in relief. "I thought I was going to die." He squeezed me tightly in a hug. I felt my heart speed up at his affection.
"What happened?" I asked as he released me.
"I wanted to see you. Couldn't sleep." He grinned.
I squinted at him, something nagging in my memory. Then I saw a small rock on my floor.
I raised an eyebrow, and winced as it caused my cut to burn.
"Were you throwing rocks at my window?"
He laughed nervously. "I was aiming for the window. Sorry bout your head."
I couldn't help but laugh. The guy I liked had hit me in the head with a rock.
Author notes:
Just setting the story. I'll see whether people like the idea before continuing. Thanks =)