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Sasuke flicked his lighter and lit up the end of the joint between his lips. He inhaled deeply, allowing the warm, deep smoke to fill his lungs and calm his mind. Tiredly, he ran a hand through his dark locks and he allowed himself to close his eyes as he reclined on the worn-down couch. His hand moved to his bare, toned skin, scratching at a spot on his chest.

He truly treasured moments like these.

Taking another long drag, he blew the smoke out his nose before sucking in once more. This time, he puffed out a few large smoke rings before smirking to himself.

Yeah. I've still got it.

The sound of a key turning and the door opening broke Sasuke out of his dreamlike state. He lazily glanced up to see his roommate and best friend, the one and only Naruto Uzumaki, entering. The blonde was tall (he had about an inch on Sasuke) with broad shoulders and a pretty perfect body from years of playing lacrosse. He was wearing a white dress shirt accompanied with a dark blue tie. He had finished the outfit with black slacks. Sasuke let out a snicker as he saw that the top of the shirt had been unbuttoned and the tie pulled loose. If the pants had been undone, it definitely would have looked suspicious.

"Sup, asshole?" Naruto greeted cheerfully as he shuffled his way inside. Sasuke returned the greeting by lifting his hand slightly off the couch and extending his middle finger upright. The blonde merely laughed, far too used to Sasuke's random behavior. Tossing aside his jacket on a nearby chair, Naruto crinkled his nose and he took a whiff at the air in the apartment.

"Geez, what did I tell you about smoking in here?"

"Mmm," the raven let out, too content to bother replying. He closed his eyes again.

"At least open up a window, you stupid fucker," Naruto made his way across their living room and Sasuke let out a small, irritated noise as he felt a cool breeze sweep over him.

The blonde shook his head as he watched his friend. "You know at this rate you're most definitely going to get lung cancer and die."

Sasuke cracked an eye open and lifted an eyebrow delicately. "I really don't think you should be lecturing me right now—considering you used to rip the bong harder than any of us back in high school." For emphasis, he sucked at the joint with vigor, loving the feel of the burn in his throat.

Naruto grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, yeah, shut it. Anyways, I've put my stupidity behind me, alright? It's time to get my life on the right track. Can't be doing drugs and downing vodka all day every day, now can I?" The blond tugged at his tie, loosening it all the way as he made his way to his bedroom.

"Is that why you're dressed like that?" Sasuke called out from the couch in a bored tone.

"Yeah," came the response. Sasuke knew the other was in the process of changing as he heard drawers being opened and the shuffle of clothing. "Had an interview for an internship this summer. The chick that interviewed me was smokin' too."

"Idiot." Sasuke opened both eyes and breathed in again. He smirked. "Did you fuck her?"

Naruto rounded the corner and came into view again, dressed in a loose maroon t-shirt and dark grey sweatpants that fell low on his hips. The waistband of his boxers could be seen as the blonde stretched his arms above his head. He went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of water before leaning against the nearby wall.

"Nah," he replied thoughtfully before taking a sip. "I wanted to though. She did leave me her number though and tell me she would definitely get back to me in a few days." He shook his head slightly and laughed.

"Slut."

Naruto waved his hand dramatically before coming into the living room. He motioned for Sasuke to move aside so he could sit down and when the raven made no motion to move, he simply lifted the other's legs and plopped down before replacing them on his lap.

"It's not my fault the ladies can't resist me," the blonde bragged. "Though with a body like this, who could, really?"

Sasuke smiled stupidly, the marijuana beginning to take effect. "Tch. I've seen your dick—it's not that big." That was a lie.

Naruto called him out on it. "It's bigger than yours."

Sasuke snorted. "By like…a centimeter."

"Bigger is still bigger."

"Cocky motherfucker."

"At least I'm not a prissy little bitch."

"Dumbass."

"Bastard."

There was a moment of silence before they both broke out in laughter. This was why Sasuke had always been able to get along with Naruto so well. They could argue and yell at each other about stupid shit to no end, but somehow, at the end of the day, they always made up. Naruto had been by Sasuke's side throughout his fucked up high school days. He had been there when Sasuke had fought constantly with his parents—they had blown up at him after discovering a bowl and about three grams of weed hidden in his sock. He had been there when they both decided drunkenly to get tattoos. He had been there when Sasuke had nearly puked his brains out at a house party, patting his back and holding his head, as gay as it sounded.

Sasuke really appreciated Naruto's presence in his life.

"Besides," the blonde continued, "I'm completely head over heels in love, remember?"

Naruto had been dating Hinata Hyuuga for about a month now. Sasuke had met the girl only a few times. She was a psychology major and about the shyest girl he had ever seen in his life. He didn't understand how someone like her had managed to capture the blonde's attention, but he never said anything. She was nice enough, and if Naruto was happy, then he was happy.

What was the saying again? Opposites attract?

Sasuke took a final hit of his joint. He eyed the blonde. "She that good in bed?"

Naruto slapped him on the knee, causing the raven's leg to twitch in response. "You're an asshole if you think that's the only reason why I'm dating her…but yeah. She wears all those sweaters all the time, so you can never really tell, but her tits are huge." He laughed again while Sasuke rolled his eyes.

There was a comfortable silence.

"Bad day?" Naruto asked, eyeing the joint in the raven's hand that was about to be extinguished. "Wanna tell me all about it?"

Sasuke threw a hand over his face and sighed. "My physics class is really fucking me over right now. If I don't pass, I can't graduate on time."

The blonde looked at him thoughtfully. "I told you not to take that class."

"It's a requirement, I didn't have a choice." Sasuke sighed again.

Naruto slapped him on the stomach and the Uchiha growled before swatting the annoying hand away. "Your fault for deciding to be a chemical engineer. Don't you need brain cells for that shit? Cause it sure as hell does not look like you're gonna have any left by the end of the year." He sniggered obnoxiously.

Sasuke wanted to glare at him, but the buzz he was feeling was making him incapable of producing angry facial expressions. So he settled with a "Fuck off."

Naruto grinned widely. "Aw, I'm sorry baby. I wish I could help you, but alas, I've decided to go the sociology route. Bullshitting papers are way more fun than all that science shit you do." He got up and threw Sasuke's limp legs back on the couch.

"Do you need the bathroom? I'm gonna shower."

Sasuke shook his head. As if he was really in any position to move a muscle at the moment.

"Alright." As the blonde made his way to the bathroom, he called out from over his shoulder. "We still on for our double date tomorrow night? Let's get smashed after—it's been a long week."

"Yeah," Sasuked breathed, closing his eyes, feeling a wave of sleepiness rush over him. "Shit, I forgot to text Sakura back…I'll just do it later." He looked at the burnt out joint in his hand. "You," he pointed to it, "are making me lose my memory." He tossed it onto the nearby table before rolling over onto his side.

He could hear Naruto start the water and he wanted to yell for a blanket, but he lacked the strength to do so.

"Sakura's pretty hot, but you're kind of an asshole to her." The blonde looked at his reflection in the mirror before lightly pressing a rather large bruise on his shoulder. He winced and mentally made a note to himself to remember to ice it later. "I don't know why she puts up with your shit."

Sasuke snorted. He liked Sakura, he really did. She was both pretty and smart. Sasuke had first spotted the pink-haired girl at the gym where she had been doing some pretty intense damage to the beaten-down, red punching bag. Something about her strength had caught the raven's attention. He had asked her to get a drink afterwards and she had agreed—the rest was pretty much history. She was a good girlfriend, but she tended to have a bad jealous streak, and everyone knew Sasuke had been the biggest playboy up until recently.

Tch. If there's anyone who knows better than me about being a playboy, it's Naruto, Sasuke thought to himself. Back in the day, the blonde had been a serial dater, picking up girls left and right (sometimes even two at once). He really had been the life of the party.

Maybe tomorrow night I'll get him fucked up again—for old time's sake. Sasuke chuckled evilly.

"Yo, are you alright dude?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. And she puts up with my shit cause she's in love with me and my dick," Sasuke replied. He knew Naruto could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Ugh, whatever asshole. Keep that shit to yourself. It's not like you hear about me and Hinata in my car last—"

"I'll fucking kill you." Sasuke smashed a cushion over his ear.

Naruto laughed before shutting the bathroom door.

Sasuke listened faintly to the light patter of the shower water. He felt totally relaxed, though at the same time, as though he had just run a marathon. His eyelids slowly drooped close and before he knew it, he was completely knocked out.

When the blonde had finished his shower, he came into the living room again, towel frantically wiping at his wet, matted spikes. He spied the sleeping raven on the couch and was tempted to throw his towel on that pale, thin face, but after seeing Sasuke's tired expression, he decided against it.

"Stupid fucker is gonna catch a cold if he sleeps half naked all the time," he muttered as he went to shut the open window, the distinct smell of smoke mostly gone. He walked back to his room in order to retrieve his blanket before throwing it rather haphazardly over the seemingly dead body in their living room. Sasuke grumbled something under his breath before pulling it tighter around his body.

Naruto watched him for a minute before shaking his head.

Stupid Sasuke. Getting me all sentimental and shit.

He got his textbook out, prepared to read all night long.

I don't know why I've written more in this past week than I have in the past couple of years—let's just call it a phase.

Should this be continued? I don't know.

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