Author's Note: I've just recently realized I do nothing in Trigonometry. So today, I took out a sheet of paper and suddenly began writing this story. I haven't written in so long so do spare me.

Disclaimer: The characters of this story belong to that of Mr. Misashi Kishimoto.

Also, I honestly have no idea how this story is going to turn out. It would be lovely if any of you readers out there would give me a helping hand or some suggestions.

"What the fuck, man?!" Punches were thrown, chaos ensued; a blur of blond hair mixed and some of that of a redhead.

"Jesus, Gaara. Calm your ass down. It's not a big deal," Naruto exclaimed in between breaths.

"The hell it isn't! I'm not doing the entire project on my own while you out mackin' with that stupid chick next door," thundered Gaara.

"First of all, don't use the word 'mackin'' Gaara. It's the twenty-first century, get with it." Naruto, at this point, still huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf (I just had to, ha-ha), lashed out in anger. "Do you have to be so fucking difficult all the fucking time?! I'd cover for you anytime!" Naruto indignantly stated, gripping his blond hair like there's no tomorrow.

"I'm going to leave and you can do the entire assignment on your own if you're just going to drop F-bombs all over the place. Why is that I ALWAYS have to do these things on my own?" the red head tried to mediate using a calm tone after taking advice from the blond.

"Dude, I'm sorry. I swear I'll do the next three, four projects on my own. Just let me off this once!"

"What is it that you are doing that can be that important to you?" Gaara questioned. Naruto may as well be the laziest guy in the world. Going to the bathroom or not could be a major (and strikingly nasty and somewhat disturbing) dilemma for the guy.

"… Keep this to yourself and a secret between us, alright? I think she may be pregnant. I don't know what the fuck to do… My mom's gonna fucking kill me!" sighed Naruto.

"Dude… didn't I tell you about doing that kind of stuff?" Gaara spoke softly with a hint of disappointment and pity in his voice.

"I know… I should have listened to you… I'm sorry, man. You know, about putting you through all this crap and having you do all the work for me..." Naruto thought it was insanely embarrassing to have your best friend do all these things for you. Gaara thought otherwise. Doing the entire project on his own wasn't really a problem for him. Gaara was always the better when it came to the field of academics. Naruto couldn't even compare. Heck, he'd probably be one of those benchwarmers if academics was some sort of sport.

It's just that Naruto had been acting a little odd lately. The lack of sleep, IMs, text messages, e-mails, and practically talking all together. Gaara wanted to know what was up and complaining about having to do the assignment on his own was his way of covering up how much he actually cared for that fellow friend of his.

The redhead and Naruto had been friends for the longest of time. They knew 'most everything about each other and always seem to be together. If one was there, it's probably fact that the other was within a ten foot radius. They were inseparable. Gaara could tell his best friend needed a little pat on the back or something to cheer him up.

"Let's think about happier things. How 'bout a nice round of Melee, eh?" smiled Gaara.

"You've always the best ideas," Naruto smiled back.

After two hours of some pretty hardcore gaming, the boys were tired. Who knew gaming could be such strenuous work. You know, they really should classify gaming as a sport, wouldn't you agree?

"Well, I'm freakin' tired as hell. I guess it's about time for me to head on home, dude," Naruto said as he moved over to the couch to retrieve his jacket.

"Not gonna help me clean this mess up? Horrible, absolutely horrible," Gaara fake complained as he pulled the cords of the two controllers out of the Gamecube.

"Alright fine, I'll help out. You don't gotta be such a pansy all the time, Gaara," Naruto joked as he grabbed one of the controllers and began to wrap the long cord around it.

"Hey, how does being clean and neat have remotely anything to do with being a pansy?"

"Fine, you're the manliest man to have ever walked the earth, happy?" Naruto said with sarcasm leaking from the sides.

"You know it, punk," stated Gaara proudly, as he placed the Gamecube back onto the small compartment under his television.

"Alright, I'm off. Thanks again for … you know," Naruto thanked while wrapping the code around the last GCN controller and placing it back onto the shelf in which Gaara kept all of his gaming stuff: controllers, consoles, games.

"Yeah, no problem. I've got your back and you've got mine. I was sure we've already established that. You don't even have to worry about that project. I'll get it done in no time. It's not like I have anything to do now that you have er, plans." Gaara tried to sound supportive and be as helpful as he possibly could. Naruto was one of the most valuable people in his life and he was going to stick with him 'til the end.

Naruto made his way over to Gaara's door and began slipping on his shoes.

"Let's just hope this is all a fucking joke and not true. I swear, if God loves me enough to resolve this whole mess for me, I'll never lay my hands on another woman again, for serious!"

"You say that now but after doing a few victory dances, you'll be running to the next bimbo you can hop on," Gaara criticized.

Naruto finished tying up his laces and got up. "Hey now. You don't really think that lowly of your best friend, do you?"

"Nah, just kidding dude. See your ass tomorrow," said Gaara as he sent Naruto off.

Okay, so that was the end of chapter one! Stay tuned for more, everybody.

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Toodles, Wudafux.