What is that kid up to? Itachi thought climbing the stairs to Sasuke's room.
"Yo, Sasuke," Itachi hollered through the door. No response. He sighed in annoyance and opened the door. The window was wide open. Not to mention all Sasuke's drawers were still open.
Damn this kid. He's giving me such a headache. If he really wanted to runaway and not get caught, he could at least close the window. Itachi scorned himself for not realizing that something like this was going to happen when Sasuke came home with his eyebrow pierced and a pair of black skinny jeans. Itachi leaned out the window. "Better go look for him," he murmured to no one.
Meanwhile, Sasuke wasn't doing too bad for his first few minutes of "freedom." He was actually hanging out with Gaara behind the C.V.S.
"So you really doing this Sasuke? Or are you just acting on impulse?" Gaara asked taking a long drag of his cigarette.
"Both. Itachi really pisses me off."
"Why?"
"Let's start with I kissed him not too long ago."
"Oh, Sasuke are you by any chance gay?" Gaara snickered.
"Shut up asshole. I'm no fan of being gay or incest."
"Suuuuureee. So where are you even going anyway?"
"I don't know. I'll just find some place."
"Oh well—shit!"
"What?"
"That damn manager is coming!"
"I bet if we wore regular jeans and a blue polo she wouldn't think twice," Sasuke inferred, stomping on Gaara's freshly thrown cigarette.
"That's a no doubt Sasuke," Gaara responded pulling his pants up in preparation to run.
"Whatever, I'll probably be around until I got definite plans. Wanna join, lemme know," Sasuke offered rushing off. Whatever life on the street was offering him, he was surely willing to take it all in.
