AN: Please forgive the spelling and grammar, I've done my best but I'm dyslexic so it's hard for me.
Chouji's secret thoughts
Chouji glanced over at Ino; he always did when he thought she wasn't looking. He watched Ino like Shikamaru watched clouds. Shikamaru imagined he was a cloud and Chouji, well Chouji dreamed of Ino looking back with a blush and a smile but those she saved for Sasuke who frankly couldn't care less, not that that put her off in the slightest.
Chouji sighed inaudibly how could he compete with Sasuke the resident pretty boy, he thought of his own refection caught in Ino's impossibly blue eyes. No he couldn't compete his mediocre face and unruly red hair where so different from Sasuke pale expressionless perfection. It wasn't like personality would score him points, clearly that didn't matter to her. Really he mused the object of this affection could be so shallow sometimes, it was her fatal weakness.
Masochistically Chouji tortured himself some more reciting all the reasons why he loved her; she was beautiful obviously but that was of limited importance. He loved how brave she was, smirking in the enemies face with a teasing hair toss; he loved how she was so much cleverer than she let on, it felt like it was a conspiracy between them as she acted the dumb blond stereotype; he loved how kind she had been to Sakura when they were young, it pained him how the ex best friends fought (he prayed that would never happen to him and Shikamaru); he loved how she always had something to say filling every awkward silence with chatter so that he never had the chance to accidently let slip how he felt about her (he was convinced this would ruin their friendship); but most of all he loved how alive she was, bouncing along with a twinkle in her eye like she could go on forever.
How could Sasuke ignore all this? It made is usually calm blood boil the way each fresh rejection made her eyes look like she was crying inside, he really wanted to comfort her, tell she didn't have to keep starving herself to be beautiful but to him it wouldn't matter what she looked like, to him she'd still be peerlessly perfect with any shape. He laughed bitterly how different they were he ate when he was miserable (like he always was when he dreamed of her) and she seemed anorexic (which really worried him, Shikamaru just said it's a troublesome teenage girl thing and not to worry about it).
Shikamaru was another thing that bothered him, while his best friend's affections seemed safely engaged by a certain sand kunochi he could mention but he was afraid that once Ino gave up on Sasuke (if that ever happens) she would turn those impossibly glorious eyes of hers on the resident lazy genius; he couldn't bare the thought of competing with Shikamaru for her, he feared he'd resent him destroying the best friendship he'd ever had, he might even hate him (he was as close to hating Sasuke as his mild character could bring him to hate any one).
Feeling his eyes on her she turned, he looked down with a guilty hast. "What is it? You keep staring at me, is their something on my face?" he shook his head as he ran a manicured finger over her blemish less face. With a small shrug she turned was broadly, only to squeal sickeningly as Sasuke slouched around the corner.
AN: Reviews would be appreciated.