So this is my new story! I might possible be giving up on my old stories. There a bit to old school, and I think I've lost my ideas on how it was supposed to work anyway. Well, enjoy!
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"Hey, Sasuke?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you always gone on weekends?"
"…"
"Sasuke?"
"You'll understand when you're older."
"Excuse me, I am a very smart 12 year-"
"I didn't say you were smart. Just wait okay?"
"How long?"
"As long as it takes."
Chapter One
Forgery
Throughout the years of knowing my best friend Sasuke, I never understood how he managed to get so lucky. He had the wisdom of an old man, an IQ equivalent to Genius and the body of a god.
My best friend had everything he wanted. Unlike me, he could go hang out at college parties even though it was our very first year at Dartmouth because he knew absolutely everything and anything. He could get any girl he wanted, any girl. He could beat me at any argument, even though I had an argument to anything.
He was perfect in my eyes, and I suppose that's what caused me to fall in love with him. He was a man with goals, a man with a future. That was absolutely everything I wanted. A man that could support me, a man that knew more than me, a man that could help me realize things I couldn't.
A man that knows me better then I know myself.
My only problem with my perfect best friend was that if we ever did manage to go out, we would never work out because we knew ourselves all to well, because I was a jealous bitch.
But most importantly, he had to many secrets to hide.
I've known Sasuke since I was twelve. We became close friends faster than I had thought. Before I knew it, he was calling me on the phone every night.
The thing that always seemed to catch my attention was his lack of communicating on weekends, and his usual absence in between certain hours of the afternoon.
He usually called during nights, so I watched T.V in the living room on Friday and Saturday nights, -just like I did every other weekday- waiting by the phone. He never did call Saturday or Friday's.
It was starting to become a schedule. Every week of every month I could repeat this process. I started to wonder why he never called on weekend nights.
I didn't ask him until a year has passed of our close friendship. He didn't answer me the first time. The second time he gave me a better answer. The third was the clearest, yet hardest to decipher.
'I have a job to do on weekends. You'll understand when your older.'
It didn't sound like some kind of pep talk. It sounded more like he was hiding something from me. Something not only that I wanted to know, but something I needed to know,
The thing about me was that I was just way to curious. I couldn't leave certain things be. A thorn in my side began to form, and I knew I had to figure this out.
It's been twelve years since I met Sasuke. I never did find out, but I still had that etching feeling that triggered my curiosity.
And that's why I stared down at the flyer in front of me with extreme interest.
A picture of my best friend Sasuke was on the flyer. Have You Seen This Boy? was displayed at the top of the paper. It had a very accurate description of him below the picture.
My best friend had been missing for a month now. Although I missed him dearly, I could not and I would not admit that he was gone. Not because I was ever so sure he was coming back, but because I knew he wasn't really missing.
It took a smart person to know that this was all forged. It was all linked together, and when you knew someone as well as I knew Sasuke you would know was going on.
The main detail that was hardest to avoid was the fact that he went missing on a weekend.
That's when I knew it had to do with his job.
My best friend wasn't missing. He was faking it.