A/N: I was listening to remixes of old Nintendo songs and watching a few AMVs(some not even Naruto sdfjsdhk) and like, I don't even know man. Just roll with it and I'll try to write properly.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

"Here we go."

CHAPTER 1

10 days till the axis rouses

When I was a kid my mother would always tell me to behave myself, meaning, never burping or farting in public, no elbows on the table(lest I'd like to be called French, my mum was an antagonistic towards French people, that's hypocrisy because she and I are French) and to never ever act like a boy.

Did I ever disobey her? No.

I liked my mom, she was strong, strict, and knew when to put her foot down. Meaning she'd kick your ass if you were ever out of line with her and I am forced to tell you, it's pretty awesome.

There are many awesome people in my life but never any pretty-pretty people. Everyone was decent looking and all, and yeah everyone had their moments where I'd go 'Yoooooooo' but… it's bland. But not the all out grey-bland, it was the rather 'Oh, we did this before'.

The moments of my life which held color was only when I hung out with my friends.

"So what you wanna do today?"

"No idea."

My friend, Cath, with all her glory asked, "Mall?"

"Nah." I tipped my head back, "Can't we do something fun?"

"Like?"

"I dunno, uh… snacks?"

"Ew."

I rocked the swing I was on back, letting it go forth by its own.

I frowned, Cath was a real mood killer sometimes, "Ughhhhh."

Sighing I swung forward and used the momentum to jump off the swing, "I hate college."

Then the swing swung back forth and hit me on my butt to which I said something very prominent to the humorous me, "- Aaaaand College hates me."

Cath smacked my shoulder, hard.

Scratch that, she's always a mood killer.

I winced, rubbing where she'd just hit me, "What was that for?!"

"I'm using the momentum." And then she walks ahead of me.

"God you're a jerk."

"That's why you love me."

Have you ever had this group of friends where you're okay with each other and shit but then there's this one girl who you and your friends hate and you keep her around only to diss on her when she's not there? Yeah, that's Cath, my friend.

And on many days I'd love to not count her as my friend, but I need my daily dose of 'Wow I hate her' or what me and my friends call the WIHH.

So this brings us to today's usual WIHH material shoving herself into our lives yet again in our college's library after our professor's lecture. Me and my friend Jane shoot each other looks of 'the bitch has entered'.

"Afternoon."

"Afternoon." We respond.

There was a pause as we all stared at her and she stared back. Then she sighed so loud that the librarian had to shush her and planted her chin on her palms, "I'm bored."

Then I told her to fuck off, grabbed my bag and left the library.

Needless to say, the rest of my week went off without a hitch.

No annoying Cath, no distracting friends – I didn't even have a roommate! How lucky was I?

Done with all my project and essays, I didn't notice that the holidays had worked their way around the corner. And so I was alone.

Which I didn't mind. I knew my friends wouldn't hang out with me again and that's okay because I knew how the world worked, people come and go, and that included me too. I left my parent's lives and then my friend's; the only difference of coming and going is the difference of how much people value you. Example, you are someone's very close friend and when you leave they're either going to (a) cry, or (b) reluctantly let you go. But say if you were me, you'd either (a) say goodbye only, or (b) never even notice it.

It hurt me sometimes on somedays and on other days I'd understand.

After two or three weeks of absolute boredom and the occasional soap opera marathons, I go visit this small coffee shop that is strangely filled to the brim with people. But I didn't really care; I just needed my morning latte.

Mistake number one.

I went in, ordered for my latte, picked it up and scanned the room for any possible place for me to sit. I spotted one table with two chairs in the top-right corner, it was next to the window where I could watch cars parade through the puddles on the ground and still be faraway enough from all the people talking.

So I sat down and opened up my laptop and began clicking away using the café's private Wi-Fi (I was a usual so they were nice enough to let me use it). I opened up my last essay for the year and began working on it right away; it was about coincidences that seem like déjà vu but aren't.

I was so immersed in typing and researching that I didn't notice a man towering over me. When I heard him clear his throat, I looked up.

Mistake number two.

And what I saw was a blonde man smiling impishly with a yellow binder in hand and a big coffee-with-milk smelling Starbucks tumbler in the other. He was a Starbucks fan, classic.

"Hi, can I help you?" I say, one cliché eyebrow arched.

"Well uh… can I sit there?" He pointed towards the chair in front of me.

'Does he have to make it sound creepy?' I pursed my lips and thought for a moment, "Yeah sure."

"Thank you." He says and sits down, the chair squeaks as he does.

I plugged in my earphones and resumed working. So far so good, most of the music ranged from either acoustic covers of songs, indie songs or instrumental music so my mind was very much concentrated. I only wish I could say the same for my eyes.

Every once in a while I'd let my eyes drift to his, they were blue and engrossed in whatever he was reading. I looked down and saw that he was reading a poem in English, I could depict the name of the poem even if the words were upside down – they read 'The Raven', an Edger Allen Poe poem.

I looked up again and he caught my eyes in his.

Mistake number three.

I couldn't even describe what I saw; it was something like a familiar childhood gleam, curiosity and mischief in good-nature. I widened my eyes instinctively and watched as a smile curled on his lips.

"Poem?"

My gaze faltered, he sounded like a dork.

"Uh oh – I mean uh, are you interested in the poem I'm reading?"

A cute dork.

I smiled and told him the truth, "Not really."

Now, it was his gaze that faltered, "Oh."

"You just look really into it." I say, "It'd be bad if I lied, so."

"Yeah, but you couldn't sugarcoat it or something?" He tipped his head back and I gave him a wry smile.

But it disappeared just as quick as it came. I cleared my throat and shifted my eyes around the room uncomfortably, "Sorry for bothering you." And then I continued typing away.

I felt his eyes on me instantly and I stiffened. I didn't like getting too close to people for a reason but not for those of depression or hateful, I just found relationships to be too self-sacrificial. I had to stick to my motto after all, live for you and die for the you with a purpose.

There was an awkward silence between both of us afterwards, only filled by the typing on my keyboard, the chatter of the café and our avoidance of eye-contact.

I could tell that he didn't like being ignored. Something I could connect to.

"So what's your name?"

'Is he flirting with me now?' I looked up and saw that his eyes were jumping from his notes to my eyes, "Uh…"

"If it makes you more comfortable, I'll tell you mine," His lips curled into a smile making the whisker stickers on his cheeks all the more prominent, "I'm Naruto Uzumaki."

It was as if he dropped a nuclear bomb in my mind. Was he serious?

"Wait – are you serious?" I say.

He had this 'oh shit she knows' face and tried to make it as casual as possible, "Uh, yeah? I mean it's a really common name in, uh Japan."

"No it's not." My lips thinned, "That's the name of that swirly thing in ramen."

His eyes brightened at the word 'ramen' and I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance. I knew how these things were in those cliché stories I read online – someone's eyes brighten and the other person with them chuckles or returns the gesture or replies positively. Bullshit.

When he opened his mouth I interrupted, "Please, do not."

He frowned, "What?"

I breathed in deeply, "Look okay, whoever you are – I know you know about my little obsession with anime but you really don't have to mock me for it – wait, did Cath send you?"

The blonde looked bewildered, "Who?"

"Ugh! She did, didn't she? That little bitch!" I yell, 'She's 23 for God's sake, can't she grow up?'

At this point people began to notice my presence so I packed my things and made a beeline for the exit. Only to be stopped by none other than whisker stickers with his hand gripping my wrist.

"Hey."

I looked over my shoulder, "Look okay, I don't really give a damn about what Cath's put you up to and I don't care what she told you to do but you can't just… you just… leave me alone!"

"Okay, number one," He says, "I don't know who Cath is and number two, I can't because you know my name."

"God you're a jerk." I say.

"Number two," He let go of my wrist and smiled that child-smile, "I'm not a jerk. Number three, I'm counted as your friend now."

"Friend?"

He nodded, "Yeah, or at least an acquaintance."

"Fine." I told him and walked away.

I could hear his voice, "I'll see you later!" I hoped not.

I didn't really have anything against making friends. I welcomed people if they were willing enough to be friends with a person like me because, I'm generally not what most people would call social but not really anti-social, just in a way that I'm really horrible at talking.

As if the universe had to prove my point, I met him again. He was in my lecture regarding psychopathic signs sitting in the bottom left corner of the room. My eyes were either on the professor and the powerpoint projection or on him, literally for the entire lecture which was around one hour.

At some points he must've felt somebody staring at him and at these points I ducked inconspicuously. If he wasn't the idiot I thought he was then he must've at least noticed that it was me staring at him.

I was right.

After the lecture ended I made yet my second beeline of the day to the exit only to be stopped by his grip on my wrist.

I took a deep breath and prepared for the staring accusation of the day.

"Hey."

"Oh my God," I tried faking it, "You again?"

"Yeah, you go to this college too?" Naruto grinned.

"Yeah whisker stickers, It's the only college in town."

His grin faltered, "Naruto."

"Dude, get real, you've got whiskers on your cheeks – no way they're real."

"You can touch them if you want."

I blanched, "Uh…"

"I meant," He shrugged, "to prove to you that they're real."

"And why would you need me to believe you?"

"Why not?" Naruto was skeptic at this point.

I breathed in, debating whether to walk away or say what I needed to get him off my back for good. I chose the latter.

"Because I don't matter in your life."

I said so because at the time I didn't, he was just a guy I met in a café and I was just a girl he'd attempted to befriend. I'll always be the bad friend, even if I'm not the hated one in a group of people (For example, Cath). This wasn't just because I had the ability to hurt someone it was also because whilst in the process of hurting someone I hurt myself because I feel guilty, but guilty because I can't stop being horrible.

It wasn't even kindness, rather it was selfishness.

"Of course you do." He said genuinely but I took it as a lie.

"Why?" I asked.

He didn't answer. I walked away.

A/N: I haven't revealed my OC's name yet for a reason. I want to know if you think this story is good enough to continue, so please drop a review telling me what you thought!