"G-a-a-araaa…"

Gaara sighed, running his hand through his sanguine hair. "Yes, Hinata?"

Hinata hiccupped, sitting down next to him. Too close. Come closer. (1) "You jump, I jump."

He chuckled. "Titanic."

"You're breaking up with me because I'm too… b-blo-bl"

"Blonde?"

"Yep!" She hiccupped again, taking a swig from her bottle of Boone's Farm. (2)

"Legally Blonde."

Hinata pushed her indigo bangs out of her face, struggling to think of a quote.

Gaara studied her face, smirking at her blushing face. That was a constant in this weird dynamic that they had. This time, it was for a different reason. He followed that movement of her hands with his eyes. Watching her clench her velvety purple hair, her pallid eyes squeezed shut in thought. But if I'm the one you love, think about me… (3)

"Gaara?"

"Hmm?"

"You'll hurt me if you don't t-trust me".

Gaara frowned. "Never", he mumbled.

Hinata snorted. "Gaara, I might be somewhat - and only somewhat, thankyouverymuch - drunk, but I'm not stupid. It's from, wait... oh yeah, Dirty D-Dancing. Come on, Gaara! You s-should know t-t-this! I'm so, um… um…. dissssapppooinnnttteeddd in y-you! I raiseddd you better than thisss – Gaaaara, are you even listening?"

Gaara stared forward, still frowning. Never. I would never, ever hurt you. You're my friend. I like you. I like you. I love you. I love you. I love you so much.

Hinata rested her head on his shoulder. "Gaaraaa?"

"Hmmm?" He glanced down at her.

"Listen to me, mister. You're my knight in shining armor. Don't forget it."

Green met ivory, full on. Hinata tugged on his shoulder, causing him to lean forward.

Gaara, stop! She doesn't want you! She's just drunk! Don't take advantage of her! What the hell are you doing?! Stop getting closer to her lips! She doesn't freaking want you! Listen to me, don't you dare take adv-

His lips molded perfectly to hers. It wasn't like fireworks or any of that clichéd bull, but it was like happiness. Like he was tasting cheerfulness and comfort and blueberries and Boone's Farm and memories and peanut butter and tomorrow all in one.

They both pulled away, slowly, reluctantly. He rested his forehead on hers, staring at ivory eyes and a flushed complexion.

"O-on Golden Pond", she whispered.

"What?"

"The q-q-quote, it was from On Golden P-Pond."

He smiled, wrapping his arm around her, facing both of them towards the starry sky.

There were a few minutes of silence, until…

"G-Gaaaarrraaaa…."

"Yeah?"

"Tell me I'm a bird!" (4)

He laughed, tugging at the Boon's Farm that was still in her grasp.

"I think you've had enough."

A/N:

Hey there, my chimichangas!

I know I haven't updated in a while. My bad. I kind of forgot about EVERYTHING. ALL OF THE THINGS.

And I know this doesn't really make up for much. The format is weird, and I apparently forgot how to use proper grammar. But, you know, you only YOLO once. (Any Jake and Amir fans? No? Okay.)

But yeah. Oh, and I don't own Naruto, Titanic, Legally Blonde, Dirty Dancing, On Golden Pond, Fleetwood Mac or The Notebook. Even though I would like to. So much.

LET'S NOT FORGET:

(1): I felt like this may not make a lot of sense, so I thought I would explain. Gaara is kind of having a conflict of feelings here. So… yeah. MOVING ON.

(2): Boone's Farm is a type of flavored wine.

(3): This line of internal monologue is a lyric from the song "Think About Me", by Fleetwood Mac. You should go check it out.

(4): This was Hinata's drunken attempt at quoting The Notebook. IF YOU'RE A BIRD, I'M A BIRD.

Hope you had a nice time reading this, my delicious Mexican burritos. Have a nice inauguration. You know… if you live in the United States. Or you're Obama. Either one. IF YOU'RE NOT, have a lovely Monday. Just joking, Mondays can't be lovely. I'll stop. GUD BAI.