So, this is another story. I jsut got inspired by a uber awesome song, and couldn't resist just playing with the idea. So basically naruto and Hinta are really close friends, who just made their friendship really tense and awkward, by having a one night stand, after getting drunk at a college party. And yeah, this is the preface, and other chapters lead up to this.
enjoi!
"So, how did we end up here?" He asked as he threw his pants back on.
"I have no idea," I whispered. I was still staring at the disheveled pillows on my bed... My bed, where me and my best friend since 8th grade just…. Oh God.
"So um, yeah…" For the first time since someone made fun of his unnatural obsession with ramen three years ago, he was speechless.
"My thoughts exactly," I said.
"Uh, I should probably help you clean this place up," I looked around my usually immaculate room. Books were spilled from the bookcases, all my cute little stuffed animals that usually lay neatly on my bed were scattered around my floor, posters that hung on the wall were torn down, textbook usually on my desk were on my floor, papers were scattered around, and my curtains were ripped down.
"Wow, this was, um quite a night," I whispered. I looked at him and he grinned sheepishly.
"Yeah, I guess we got a little carried away, huh?" 'A little?' I thought 'My whole room looks like a twister hit it.'
I got off my bed, and put on a random shirt and started to button it up. It felt baggier for some reason, but I didn't mind much.
"Um, Hinata, that's my shirt," he said quietly. I blushed. Of course it was.
"Oh, sorry," I said, as took of my shirt, for the second this night. I quickly undid the buttons and threw the orange shirt to Naruto. I guess were still in shock after all of this, because before he put on the shirt, I was staring at his body just as much as he was staring at mine.
"So, um let's get cleaning," I said trying to break the unbearable awkwardness. He turned red.
"Don't you want to throw on a shirt, and maybe some pants?" I mentally slapped myself. I forgot for a second that I was standing in the middle of my room, with Naruto, in only a bra and panties.
"Yeah, I think I should," I searched for my red shirt and jeans through all the debris of the aftermath. When I realized that I was bent over panties in front of him, and also that it was a lost cause, I quickly ran to my closet (which was still intact) and threw on a random hoodie and basketball shorts. I turned around and tried my best to give a reassuring smile. "Ok, ready to clean?"
"Yeah, I'll fix the curtains," he said.
While getting together the papers for my biology test, the one I haven't studied for, I noticed the awful silence filling the room. This was too much awkwardness for 5 am in the morning. And since he is my best friend, I tried talking to him, like nothing happened.
"So, um this is the first time I've ever seen you clean," I joked.
"Haha, yeah, you know cleaning isn't how I like to spend my time," he chuckled.
"Yeah, I know Mr. Party. You prefer to spend time club hopping without your best friend," I pouted.
"Well, I would if she wasn't always studying! Like I tried to take you to once, but you like practically bit my head off because you had to read! Sometimes, you're such a square!" I threw a pillow at him.
"I am not! I had a Calc final the next day, what was I supposed to do, fail? And just to let you know, I got an A, so ha!"
"Well, ok, but what about the other time, I wanted you to come, I begged you, but you were all like 'I'm so tired, I have to sleep,'" he threw the pillow back at me, hitting my head.
"I was though!" I walked over to him and hit him in the head with the pillow, concluding it was not smart to have a throwing completion with a baseball player.
"Yes, so it's not my fault you never want to party with me," he picked up a pillow and hit me back.
"Yes it is, you go to one like every week," I tried to hit him in the head again, but he ducked and hit me in the side.
"And almost every week I ask you to come, and you find some lame ass excuse to turn it down. It's like you don't even like partying" I ducked down, and hit him in the legs, which made him fall.
"I do too! Just when the time's right. Like I came tonight didn't I?" he swept his legs under mine and I fell next to him.
"So, what was so special about tonight? And so special you went without me?" he said as he got on his knees, to the side of me, and hit me in the gut.
"I was celebrating my latest A," I gloated as I lifted my pillow and hit him in the face.
"Always the perfectionist," he jested as he hit me again, in the face.
"Unlike some," I retorted, as I tried to get up, but being him he tried to hold me down, by holding my shoulders down.
"Ok, so I'm not anal about grades, doesn't mean I'm a slacker!" he said, feigning outrage. I gently kneed him in the gut, and pushed him off me.
"Um, yeah it does, loser," I stuck out my tongue, and hit him again.
"You're the loser, Ms. I never have fun." He teased. He got back to his knees and tackled me, and pinned my shoulders down. "But, for what it's worth, I'm glad you came tonight, Because I kicked your ass in beer pong,"
"You did not!" I moved my face closer to his, for emphasis. "I owned you in beer pong, loser,"
"In your dreams," and he moved his face closer too, because were face intimidators. "I made you scream for mercy,"
"You did not," I whispered.
"Oh I so did, I made you scream," He whispered. And just as irrational, and spontaneous as the last thing we did was, we stared making out on my floor.
When I realized what was happening, I pushed my best friend off of me, stand up, and proceeded to stare at the curtains.
"So, um, I think I know how to fix the curtains,"
Naruto POV
I still don't even know how it all started. One second I'm playing a drinking game with the-oh-so-beautiful Hinata Hyuuga, and the next I'm putting her room back together. I know I'm going to sound like a pig, and bitch to me about it later, but I have to admit, Hinata is a sex GODDESS. Like even if we have been friends since middle school, I had no idea that if you pop a few drinks in her she would make your night, a night to remember. Hell, if I knew that I would have tried it a long time ago, instead of sophomore year in college.
But regardless of the most amazing night of my 20 years, I have to admit, this is awkward! Like, this girl has been my friend since I was 13 she knew everything about me, and I know everything about her, and not once have we even hugged. So this, not surprisingly, was a shocker. But a pleasant one. Because I like her.
I've liked her since I was 13. That whole love at first sight crap. Like if you saw her back then, you'd think I was out of my mind to like her. She was silent, shy and a little strange. And every time I was around her she turned a crimson red color, it took forever for her to get comfortable around me. He hair was this pixie short cut and well not to be rude or anything, but she was a rather cubby cheeked little girl. But I liked her none the less.
But over the years, thanks to yours truly, she's become a social butterfly. She's just so full of life and happiness. And not to mention, she's a sight for sore eyes. Like I guess all the fat went to all the right places. And even though she's usually modest about stuff like this, she's got a nice hourglass figure. And over the years, like has turned more into love…
So thats it! i dont know, i sem to really like it, might continue if people agree. and ya im still working on wat u see, but it got kind of dry, so im fixing it. anyway Reveeiw!
Edited while listening to Please Take Me Home by blink 182 (my inspiration for this story)
