So this is only the first chapter and I'm not sure how many it will have or when the next will be done. As fast as I can is all I can say.

I have always liked this idea and am finally writing it out! Now the first half is kind of rough but I think it gets better and think it will be pretty good once the other chapters are up! Anyways, I own nothing! Sad I know, but it's true…..

What's With Gaara?

Shikamaru was currently lounging on the sofa, waiting for Temari to get home from classes. He has about an hour and a half wait every week day until she comes back. Why does he have this wait? Temari attends the local college while he and Gaara are seniors in high school. Kankuro works somewhere, Shikamaru didn't really know or care, just because he didn't want to go to college. They actual don't need money because once the siblings parents died they left the kids everything, and well everything was a lot because they were rich.

So while waiting, his time is spent in a big house with a giant window in the den, perfect for him to cloud watch from the comfort of the plush couch. From time to time, he also has the company of Gaara; it just depends on how social the red head feels.

He actually met Temari through Gaara. Back in their junior year, when Temari was a senior at their school, him and Gaara became friends through the result of having practically every class together both sophomore and junior year. He had seen Temari around the red head often during 10th grade and had found her appealing. In 11th grade, he ate lunch with Gaara every day and they were always accompanied by the blonde sister. No matter how troublesome she could be at times, he couldn't deny that her personality was fun and enjoyable.

That was the year they started dating.

Now his and Gaara's relationship didn't happen as normally. Their friendship just kind of happened over night. One day it's like they aren't even aware of each other and the next they were sitting together at lunch like it was their daily routine for years. Their out of the blue friendship has always been easy and comfortable…till recently.

-Shika's POV-

The past several days, Gaara has talked even less, if that's possible, and he seems constantly ticked off. Most of the time I just ignore it, but sometimes my curiosity gets the best of me or my friend gene will kick in and I'll ask him if anything is up. This always results in him shrugging and brushing the question off or him replying by saying "nothing."

Today, on the ride to his house, I asked the question and he included a glare with his "nothing" answer. Clearly something is bothering him and instead of lying on the couch, I should probably be up stairs, in his room prying answers out of him. But seeing as he doesn't want to talk about it, I'm not bothering. It's too troublesome.

…after a few moments I let a sigh escape. Damn friend gene. I climb the stairs and walk down the hall to Gaara's room to find the door is closed. Shocker. I knock and call out his name.

"Hey Gaara?"

The door opens a few inches, letting pale eyes peek out. I rub the back of my neck, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. I should have planned what I was gonna say. It's not like I can flat out ask what's wrong seeing as it hasn't worked in the past.

"You wanna eat something? You didn't eat lunch at school so I figured you might be hungry."

He didn't say anything, just opened his door the rest of the way, exited the room, and headed towards the kitchen. Hey at least I got him out of his room.

When we got into the kitchen I leaned against the counter and watched him make a sandwich. Gaara is pretty entertaining to watch when he isn't in a crowd. You can really tell if he is comfortable in a place or not. Like now, in the kitchen, when he needs to turn 180 degrees, he'll turn an extra 360, and he also rarely closes things with his hands. If it's in reach he kicks them closed. The refrigerator is very familiar with his foot.

He opens a drawer and pulls out a butter knife so he can spread the mayonnaise on his turkey sandwich. When he closes the drawer though is when I mentally cheer. He closes it with his hip. I'm sure thousands of other people do that, but he is the only one I ever see do it and every time it grabs my attention, which is what makes me think I have a hip fetish.

Gaara was about to put the last slice of bread on top when he noticed I was pretty much staring at him. Freezing, he hesitantly asked, "what?"

I shrug. "Nothing."

Picking up his plate, he walks out of the kitchen and wait, that's not the direction I want him going in. "Where are you going?"

He stops and looks over his shoulder. "To my room."

"Oh." And here I thought we were going to hang out and I could get some answers.

"Is there a problem with that?" he asked

"Nah, just thought we would hang out since we haven't in a while." He thinks a moment and then continues on to his room. A little disappointed I walk back to the den and plop down on the couch. Not long after, Gaara walks in with his sandwich and joins me. I couldn't help the smirk that spread across my face.

"This TV is bigger than the one in my room." He says.

-A Little Bit Later-

No progress yet. Just minutes and minutes of silently watching television.

"Shikaaaa! Gaaraaaaa! You two better be home!"

It's that time already? I didn't even notice that it's time for Temari to come home. As soon as she walked into the room, I finally got a clue to Gaara's behavior. when she was walking over to sit by me on the couch, Gaara shot out of his seat and immediately left the room, leaving me to believe that he and his sister must have had a fight.

Temari sits next to me and slaps my thigh. "What did you do to Gaara?"

I swivel my head to give her a confused look. "Nothing, I thought you two had a fight or something. He has been like this for the past week."

She looked thoughtful for a moment before replying. "We haven't fought or anything. And now that you mention it, he has been acting weird. Actually I haven't even seen him much."

Well he didn't fight with Temari. Great, now I'm back at square one. Joys.

-Next Day-

I'm in first period sitting next to Gaara when I get a text from Temari saying she tried to talk to him last night and got nothing. Glancing over at the red head I sighed.

Towards the end of the class, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Gaara look over at me for a second and then quickly turn back away. Now what was up with that?

I didn't see Gaara again until lunch where we sat at our usual lunch table with the rest of our friends. As tiresome as some of our friends can be, I'm glad we all managed to get along…ok well more like put up with each other's crap but whatever that's not important. What is important is that when Gaara is around Naruto he acts like his usual self. Why do I and everyone else get the cold shoulder angry Gaara and not Naruto?

I spent the rest of lunch and the time I was actually awake in class to figure out what was up with Gaara. Came up with zilch. The last class of the day I had with Gaara and that's when I got another clue.

"Hey, ummm. Naruto is spending the night at my place so is it alright if you take him home with us?"

First time he talks to me today and it's about Naruto. And is that a blush? "Are you blushing?"

Glaring, he crossed his arms and growled out, "no, now is it ok or not?"

Ok, maybe I shouldn't have asked that. "Yea, it's fine." Naruto has to be part of this.

-A Little Bit Later-

When we got back to the house, Naruto was immediately dragging Gaara up to his room, raising my suspicions farther.

Deciding I needed a break, I went to my favorite couch and stared out the window at the lazy clouds drifting across the sky. Simple, just how I like life.

-A Little Bit Later-

I didn't realize I fell asleep until I woke up to Temari sitting on me and like the extra weight forced an epiphany into my mind, I had an answer for the strange behavior.

"Temari, I think Gaara is gay."

She laughed a little before asking, "What?"

"The only person he isn't hostile towards is Naruto, when he told me Naruto was staying the night he was blushing, have you ever seen Gaara blush cause I haven't, and there is the fact that as soon as we got here, Naruto was dragging Gaara off to his room."

Temari looked down at me, looking confused, and I remembered I forgot a major part.

"Naruto is gay."

"oooh…so you think he's dating blondie?"

I sighed, rethinking what I said and realizing I'm probably just jumping to conclusions.

"I'm not sure what I really think."

Temari laid down on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Don't worry about it Shika, I'm sure he'll come around and tell us whatever it is sooner or later."

Realizing she was right, I relaxed into the couch and slowly traced circles on her lower back.

-Later-

I was about to leave to go home for the night but decided to use the bathroom first. I was walking down the dark hall and Gaara's room was getting closer. If I just listened at the door for a little bit it wouldn't hurt, right?

In the process of leaning towards the door, it swung open. My body stilled in surprise and Gaara, looking over his shoulder while saying something to Naruto was not paying attention and crashed into me. I instinctively wrapped my arm around his waist to steady us both. After gaining balance we stood there for a moment until I realized he had no shirt on and my arm was still around his waist. Retracting it, I was about to stutter out a response when I saw his cheeks were stained with a blush and he flew back into his room. Which was dark. Why was he blushing and shirtless in a dark room with Naruto?

Forgetting about the bathroom, I went down stairs, told Temari I would see her tomorrow morning and went home.

Lying in bed, I couldn't answer any of my questions. Even the one I wanted answered the most. Why couldn't I stop thinking about a shirtless Gaara and how soft his skin was?

Will Shika get his answers? You betcha! Just gotta wait a little; p

Keep an eye out for the other chapters!