11Hey, this is a story i was thinking of while I was listening to Accidenatlly in love by Counting Crows...(listen to it!) and i was sort of daydreaming when i was supposed to be cleaning the living room XD
And it was like a dream that i wish was real. I'm using my japanese name. So its really me.
So read and enjoy!
Gaara: just get on with the story already!
Me: FINE!
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Oops, this is what she/I look like.
Eyes: Blue/silvery grey
Hair: mid back and red
Facial features: clear complexion, cupid bow lips, and pale (not gothic pale) skin tone.
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"Hasame! Can you help me with the laundry?" called her mother, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
"Ya! Just, gimme a minute!" the red haired girl called through the apartments' paper thin walls.
'Shes TRYING to drive me crazy, i just know it.'Hasame thought as she got up from dusting the computer desk. Grabbing the laungry basket and keys, the redhead shuffled out the door, into the mixed smelling lobby room, grumbling about torture.
Digging out all the wet clothes and throwing them into the dryer, Hasame searched for the change needed to start the stupid thing. Scrambling around the tiled floor, she didnt hear the door open and close, indicating that some one else had come into the laundry room. On her hands and knees, her head under the table, Hasame crawled out from under the table, growling bloody murder, when she saw sandal clad feet.
"Uh...he he, sorry. I was just looking fo-" Looking up at the owner of the sandals, Hasame saw black rimmed eyes. His eyes were such a pale color of blue.
She stopped in mid-sentence. His hair was the same color as hers.
'Strange...'she thought, running her fingers through her own hair.
Getting up, the thriteen-year old brushed off her hands, and looked into the face of the boy that stood before her.
Sticking out her hand infront of her, Hasame said,
"Hello! You must be new here! My name's Hasame Chiaki. What's your's?"
Silence. The redhaired girl cocked her head to one side and shut one eye, in apparent confusion.
Maybe he hadn't heard her.
"HI! My name's Hasame! Wha-"
"I heard you the first time." the boy said in a quiet voice.
Hasame blinked. If he had heard her, why didnt he answer?
"Ok, but, do you mind telling me your name too?" she asked the third time.
"Hn." was all he said.
Not wanting to converse with this silent boy any longer, Hasame turned around and found the coins on the washer. Putting in the change and grabbing the basket full of dry clothes, she headed to the door, then looked around behind her to see the boy again. He was staring at her. Not any emotion was on his face. Blushing, Hasame turned to the door again and placed her hand the doorknob. Then, a voice rang out in the room.
"Gaara. My name's Gaara."
Whipping around, Hasame's hair got in her eyes, but no one was in the room any longer.
'Hm...so, Gaara's his name.' she thought, walking slowly to her apartment room.
Closing the door behind her, Hasame's mother rushed to her.
"Can you hurry up please? I need those clothes." taking the basket from her hands, her mother went into her room and started folding the clothes.
"And can you finish dusting the tv please? Thanks honey!" yelled her mom.
"Ya sure..."Hasame said quietly, taking the dust rag and spray bottle.
About two or three hours of cleaning, Hasame's mother called her into the girl's room.
"Sweetie, is something wrong? You've been a little spacey these past few hours. Did something happen when you went into the laundry room?" she inquired, feeling her daughter's forehead.
Pulling away, Hasame said shyly,
"No mom, im fine. Dont worry about it. I was just thinking, about...stuff."
"What about? I know teenagers these days are always dreaming about boys and what they should wear to get their attention...are you interested in a certain boy?"
"Mooom, have you been reading those parenting books again?"
"Ha ha, ok. What I'm saying is that you've not been yourself lately. Its my job to know these things you know."
"Ya i know."
"Yes, not yah."
"Ya, sure"
Her mother sighed and shook her head, chuckling some bit.
"What am I going to do with you. Hm?"
Faking a laugh, Hasame yawned and glanced at the clock. 9:30pm.
"How about letting me sleep?"
"Ok, let me get your brother. You get ready for bed, ok?"
"Yeah, ok."
Her little brother was sleeping peacefully, and Hasame could hear her mother turning in her bed in the next room. But the thirteen year old could not sleep. Getting out of bed slowly, as not to disturb the rest of her family, she opened the window above her head and sat on the window sill, staring at the moon, thinking. Of Gaara. Who was he exactly? There hadn 't been any movers near the apartment for at leas t 3 years. But she had never seen him in her life. He did look a little cute. That character on his forehead was a bit curious though. It was in a red nik, but it didn't look like a normal tattoo that everyone seemed to have these days. It was red. Almost like...she shivered. She hated the sight of blood. Once when she was about 6, she felt very sick, and she was supposed to get her tonsils out the next day, but in the middle of the night, she threw up blood. And screamed. Ever since seeing that much blood, Hasame has always hated blood.
Shivering in the night. A wind blew through the room and whipped her hair into her face.
'It's a good thing i had a shower this morning.'She thought. Her hair smelt of roses. Too much perfume, for her liking, but the smell was wonderful.
Getting down from the window sill, she climbed into bed and rested her head on the pillow, only to get sand in her ear.
'Sand?'she thought. 'How did sand get in here? Oh well, its really soft, and it smells like something I know, for some reason...'
And she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Hasame brushed her hair with her fingers a bit, them grabbed a brush and thoroughly fixed her hair. Raising her arm above her head, she stretched and grabbed some clothes for the day. It being the weekend, she just picked a T-shirt and her favorite black pants. She laughed a bit inside at the message on her tee. Anything boys can do, girls can do better.
It was a bit sarcastic, but, what the hell, she was too. Not feeling like applying makeup, Hasame went into the living room to find her mother and her little brother having breakfast. More like her mother reading a magazine and the blond brother being sucked into the t.v, occasionally taking a huge bite of his egg sandwhich. Sitting down on the couch, Hasame changed the channel.
"Hey! I was watching that!"cried out Ben, his mouth full of eggs.
"Heh heh. Your eating, not watching t.v. So, ha."she replied, chuckling evily.
"Hasame... change the channel back."warned her mother, not even glancing up from her magazine.
"Hmpf."replied her daughter, faking disapproval. She wasnt that interested in the tv currently. Checking the clock, it was a little after 10am.
"Um, are we doing anything today?" asked Hasame curiosly.
"I don't thing so. We still ahve lots of laundry to do and Ben has a birthday party to go to. I don't know, could you do the rest of the laundry that is left?"
Thinking of the laundry room, Hasame jerked and said,
"Ya sure! Id love to." hoping she didnt sound too eager.
"Ok, thanks again Hasame,"glancing at her wrist watch, Mom sighed and rose from the table, putting her plate in the sink. "Bem we have to get ready, the party's in half an hour and its already 15 minutes to get there. Get dressed and everything. Hasame?"
"Yes?" she looked at her mother from the televsion, which was playing some stupid show about a talking sponge with a high-pitched voice.
"Don't forget bout the laundry, promise?"
"Don't worry! I promise, I wont forget it."smilling for reassurence, Hasame straightened her t-shirt, thinking about changing it again. Yes, she definitly will.
A little while later, after hearing the car back out of the apartments parking lot, Hasame went to go change her top into a red 3/4 length sleeve shirt, the neckline sort of like a v-neck, put higher up, so not to reveal too much. Thats what she loved about this shirt. Grabbing the basket, keys and change , Hasame left the apartment and went into the laundry room.
Putting the dry clothes into the basket and about to head back to the apartment, she turned around and came face to face with Gaara.
His eyes searching hers. Not knowing what to do, the two just stood there for at least 5 minutes.
"Er...hi again." mumbled Hasame, blushing furiously.
He just nodded.
'Hm...the silent type.' thought Hasame, trying not to glance at his muscled body. He looked so...
"Hasame, right?"his voice interupted her thoughts.
"Uh huh. So, you were listening."
He scowled at her.
"Sorry."
Nod.
"Um, I'll see you around?" Hasame said shyly, still blushing, her face burning.
Nod.
Passing around the boy, her hand gently brushed his arm by accident. He shot a look at her, and now her face as red as a tomato, she mouthed sorry again, and hurried out of the room, accidentally leaving the keys there.
Shutting the door, Hasame dropped the basket at her feet, and leaned back agaist the door, breathing heavily as if she had run a marathon. Slowly, the blush dies down and she smiled. It was a tiny smile, but, nonetheless, it was still there.
"Gaara."she whispered into the empty apartment.
So she said what's the problem
baby
What's the problem I don't know
Well maybe I'm in love
(love)
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can't stop
thinking 'bout it
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Ok, so what do you think? I hope you all like it, and the song is Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows, which I mentioned at the beggining of the story. So review and Stuff! He he, this will be my third fanfic! Ok. U know what to do...press the purply blue button right...
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