so this is my first fan fic. I know its full of errors so please be patient with me im still learning. Um review please :D id like to know what people think. Also I don't exactly know where this is going…..i kinda just sat down and started typing to see if I could and then I was like :O I should post it! I always wanted too! Well that's that
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Prologue
I know that there HAS to be some rule about the awkward average girl (who has quirks) who gets to fall in love with the guy? There is no way that only happens in 1980s teen flicks. And if it is, then why can't I be in a movie? You would be the right guy. I'd be the best friend you'd fall in love with. In the end we'd be laughing watching the sunset. Fade to black, show the names, play that happy song! I know its Hannah Montana but SHE SINGS THE TRUTH!
Is it so selfish to want that? To find someone who will give me a pity laugh when no one but me laughs at my own joke. Those ones are always golden by the way! To find someone who loves me as much as I love me. Which is A LOT. Is it so selfish and absurd to want to find the mac to my cheese? The beans to my rice? The peanut butter to my jelly? The Derrick to my Meredith! What great hair that man has. Is it selfish to want somebody to want me?
If it is, then I'm one greedy bastard
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In the beginning…
The good one, that's what they called me. Can you believe that? Trying to make me look like a goody two shoes when I was clearly a trouble maker! Aw who am I kidding? I was a saint. Not only was I a highly religious, heavily sheltered saint. But I was also very, very, VERY naive. I read my bible, started a bible study, and prayed! the whole shebang. In other words I was a nerd. To make it even better, I was a Jesus nerd!
That was my life. I was happy with it too! Did my parents ever once have to worry about me getting pregnant? No! I barely had friends let alone boyfriends. Now that I think about it you don't even need a boyfriend, well that is if you're a floosey. Which is okay too, whatever floats your boat. Anyway my boat was slowly sinking into the depths of that which we call teenage-dom. Like an anchor or Moby dick. He died right? You know what? I was sinking like the titanic! Yeah, but instead of just jack dying, Rose your dying too! What an unfair ending, don't you think?
So, while I was doing my Jesus thang. Being all good and what not, something happened. I know what you're thinking, what could possibly have happen to this young, hormonal, French fry craving, bible loving girl that could possibly change her life forever? HIGH SCHOOL. It's an awful terrifying place, where mean moms and dads send their monster children to. And I loved it.
I was enchanted with this place where no one had to know me. I could be as invisible as…I don't know what's invisible, but I was! I would never have to be known as the good one again! It was a classic disappearance.
"What happened to that one weird girl with the bible?" I overheard a couple of gossipers outside the gym one day.
"Dude, you didn't hear? She got abducted by aliens." and I was gone
Whether it was by alien abduction, demon possession, or sold to an abbey in Mexico, I was gone. No one would ever call me the good one again! I could just be plain old me. Don't get me wrong, my boat was still sinking, but it was sinking alone where no one had to hear or see jack and rose die. This was all good and well my freshman year. No one noticed me among the shadows (I sound like a spy!XD) I could learn things from a far. But that summer another catastrophic event happened. PUBERTY!
NO, I was not a sophomore when I became a lady. I became a lady in the sixth grade. But I became a lady with boobs and a body my sophomore year. One day I just walked out of the house and my shirt was too small and the gals were trying to play pickaboo with my bra. So when I walked into school that first day as a sophomore, I was expecting it to be like always except now I had a wonderful push up bra and some nice skinny jeans that hugged me in all the right places. That's what the lady who sold them to me had said. My naïve-ness has led me to failure yet again.
Everyone was watching me. Except for blind Betty, but she doesn't count because I'm sure if she wasn't blind she would be looking. And you know what? She was kind of looking/staring in my general direction. Awkward. So as I was saying everyone was watching me like I was some alien off the mother ship. And me being the loner I am, I had no idea what to do with myself. Everywhere I scurried people had ogled me! So I went to the one place I knew no one went. The girl's bathroom! I don't care what you say. No one goes in there! It's gross. Oh you might say we use the mirror. Ah no we don't that's what a compact is for. I would rather wait till I got home because let's face it I don't know what happens behind that stall door.
So as I walked into the restroom, I was not expecting someone to be there. I was especially not expecting that someone to be a boy! Of course I did the most mature thing possible. I screamed. I don't know what he was doing but I do believe he craped his pants. Maybe that's why he was staring at me. Or glaring at me? Maybe that was why he was making that god awful face. Well actually it was a really nice face. Black hair, matching eyes, ivory skin too bad he had his pretty face contorted into this bug eyed I'm going to kill you with my emotions face.
As I screamed and thought about this boy's pretty face, pretty boy all the sudden came charging at me! I was pretty quick on my feet, but this boy was like the flash minus the ginger top. He had me on the ground in like a second. That didn't stop my lungs from screaming though. What do you know, a split second after my back side met the bathroom floor, his hand met my mouth and successfully muffled my scream. So what's a terrified girl to do? I did the only logical thing to be done. I licked him.
I don't think he like that too much because he kind of gasped then made this disgusted face and quickly removed his hand from my mouth. As I tried to escape from pretty boy he proceeded to gape at me. He wasn't ashamed to either. You would have thought I killed his puppy. Or ate his last pancake! Now that would have been a true crime! All I did was scream! I was just about to scream again too, when pretty boy's mouth made a noise.
"Stop." Heavens to mergatroid! I think I died and went to heaven, because a voice like that could only exist in heaven.
"Please? I don't want to be caught in the girl's bathroom, on top of a girl. A very cute girl." insert smirk here.
O my god is he flirting?
Okay, stop control yourself. He's just a pretty boy who is flirting with you in an awkward position on the girl's bathroom floor. That's okay, no need for alarm. TOTAL NEED FOR ALARM!
Before my blush could rise, I suddenly became very angry at this boy. Who does he think he is? He attacked me in the girl's bathroom, tried to suffocate me and now he wants to flirt? I don't know what he was thinking I would do, but I'm pretty sure it didn't involve my fist in his face! Next thing I know he screaming on the floor of the bathroom and blood is everywhere!
O my god did I break his face? I only meant to hit him hard enough to get him off me! Oh man I broke him! What to do what to do what to do? Breathe? Right breathe! So I find myself on the floor next to him rubbing his back, telling him to remember his breathing exercises. heee hee hoo hoo. Wrong move.
"I'm not pregnant you idiot, you broke my nose!" he yelled in a cute nasally kind of way. No need for such hostility though. Okay, maybe he has a right to be hostile but so do I! So I yelled back.
"Well you attacked me! What was I supposed to do? And now I'm trying to help my attacker so shut up!" that did the trick.
Once again he was staring at me. Even as I strolled over to the sink grabbed some napkins and ran them under the faucet, his eyes hadn't left me. I squatted down to his level, removed his hand from his bloody nose and began to clean him up. He winced a little as I dabbed. I let out a soft apology. His eyes widened a little bit but quickly returned back to normal. As normal as can be when they stare at you! At least he wasn't staring at me like he was before. This time it was more in aw.
When I finished cleaning him up I inspected my handy work, running my hand over his brow, nose, and jaw. No serious damage. Except maybe his ego, he did get his ass handed to him by a girl. As I retracted my hand from pretty boys face, my eyes caught sight of the most awesome thing ever! Pretty boy had a sexy tattoo where his neck met his shoulder.
Before I could further inspect said tattoo, pretty boy stood up and offered me a hand. With the help of this hand, I stood up feeling a bit dazed. Just as I was about to run a shaky hand through my locks, I noticed that pretty boys hand was still clasped onto mine. It was warm. I hated it.
"Remove your hand please" insert smirk again. You cannot answer an order with a smirk! "I will not hesitate to really break your nose" I threatened. His hand and his damn smirk were gone instantly. Victory! Not for long though because something wonderful happened after that. He spoke again.
"I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let's try this again shall we? Hello my name is sasuke uchiha, It's nice to meet you." And with that he stuck out his hand.
O.o wtf
"uh" I said as I scratched the back of my head and looked at his hand in uncertainty. I know the epitome of cool. Ah what am I thinking? Shake the hand! It was a nice hand, attached to a nice arm that was attached to a nice face. A really nice face! A girl can only be uncertain for so long.
Not all of me seemed to think this was a good idea. The smart side of me that wasn't easily influenced by good looks, tight jeans and a nice smile was telling me to run. Nooooo! Don't look into the light! Don't fall for his dastardly charms! Run away! Finally after what seemed like an eternity of looking back and forth between his hand and his face, I reached out and shook his hand.
"Sakura Haruno, nice to meet you too" damn stupidity always wins.
