So. This is my first FanFic. I'm not really a good writer and my english grammar has gotten bad through the years so please bear with me on this.

I'm sorry if I'm not following rules of "Proofreading first before posting" but since I'm new, I'm sure no one would proofread my story unless I shove it on their faces.

Okay, since I'm not good (I'm TOTALLY BAD) at writing stories below Rated M, I'm already warning you that you might not find a single story that's not Rated M from me.

Okay, enough with my blabbering and on with the freakin' story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. It is a work by Masashi Kishimoto-sama. I do not earn money making this fanfic so don't steal it and don't use it as if you own it! I only own the OC Gaara is paired up with and her sister.

This is a GaaraXOC story. I may not ask for reviews but then, without it, I may not be motivated to write. I don't like Flames at ALL but if you insist, then expect hate mail in your inbox.(Joking.. I gues.. )

This is one hell of a long story that might take 30 chapters or less. Bear with me, please. ( . )"

Here's my spoiler prologue. A short preview of the future.

Italics - thoughts

bold - talk

He pulled out a half-filled carton of orange juice form the fridge and drank it strainght right up. The sweetness circled his mouth as he drank the fresh juice.He couldn't help but remember the same sweetness that her mouth hold whenever he kiss her. He returned the carton in the fridge and sighed aloud.

'How did I get myself into this?', He thought. He closed the fidge door and walked towards the dining table in the middle of the small kitchen.

He combed his short unruly red hair with a quick slide of his hand before sitting down on a chair beside the table. He leaned against the wooden chair and stared at the white ceiling, thoughts of the past slowly resurfacing

'This is her fault', he let himself smile a little. He never really liked smiling. In fact, he never did smile to anyone until he met her. 'I can't believe I've fallen for her'

He traced out the red scar that forever marked his forehead. 'Love.. I never really knew what it truly was before I found you'

His glance suddenly fell on the small basket of bread sticks in the center of the table. He chuckled softly before taking a stick and ate it.

'Nostalgic'

By the time he finished his snack, a girl came rushing in the kitchen as if looking for something.. or someone. When she saw him, her face immediately lit up in delight. He had to raise an invisible brow at this gesture.'Was she happy because I'm finally here or is it because I'm not wearing a shirt?', he was, in fact, only wearing jeans that her sister had provided him.It was hot that day so he decided not to wear a shirt yet.

She quickly flung herself towards him almost knocking him off the chair Her midnight-black hair fell across his smooth skin, her fragrance filling up his nostrils

'She smelled delicious', He smiled as he grabbed her, pulling her closer to his bare chest.

A tint of pink formed in her cheeks. 'Boy was I caught off guard by that movement!', she faced him.

"My, my, you seem to have learned something new, Gaara-chaaan.", her smirk was lustful. She always prolonged the last syllable of his name. It was somehow both irritating and delighting to hear. Since it was from her, He decided it was okay to hear that everyday.

"It was all because of you", Gaara leaned down and brought her into a passionate kiss.

That's it for now. Updates might take a little longer since I'm in the middle of finals and my imagination is mood-triggered and I'm a very (I repeat, VERY) moody person. .