Disclaimer
I do not own Naruto. Naruto is the sole property of Misashi Kishimoto.
This story is told in the point of view of Naruto Uzumaki.
Arrangements
It was a Friday evening, and I was bored. I had heard Sakura was throwing a sleepover, but I wasn't invited. She had tried to get Sasuke to go, but Sasuke-teme rejected her gracious offer.
"I'm so bored," I whined, leaning back on my couch and staring at the ceiling.
Then, an idea came to me. I would have my own sleepover. I grabbed the phone to my left and dialed Rock Lee's number. Surely he would accept it.
"Hello?" Rock Lee asked from the other end, seemingly confused.
"Hey, Lee, I have the most amazing, magical idea ever!" I shouted, enthusiastic as ever about my plan.
"What is this youthful idea you speak of?" Rock Lee inquired, growing excited.
"We're gonna have...," I started, trying to build suspense up.
"Yes?!"
"A sleepover!"
Silence rang out long enough for me to think he hung up. So much for my plan.
"...a sleepover?"
I blushed a bit. "Well, yeah, I mean, it sounds fun and we wouldn't be bored or lonely and I don't have anything to do," I rambled, my previous excitement fading fast.
"Naruto."
"Yes?" I asked sheepishly.
"That is the best idea I have ever heard, my youthful friend!"
"Yeah! Dattebayo! Will you call all of the guys for me? I'll get everything set up!"
"Yes! I shall arrive at-what time do I need to arrive?"
"By eight tonight," I answered. Eight was a perfect time to begin. Besides, Sakura's sleepover began at eight.
"I shall not disappoint you!" he cried, and the phone clicked off as he hung up.