/: My first story written in English, please be kind, english is not my native language and I'm trying to get better at it, so reviews are needed. But please no hate! Thank you!

It happened on the last day of summer, just when the sun came down and the sweet taste of watermelon in my mouth merged with a bitter taste of cigarette. As the blue and orange colors of the evening sky faded, I stood up and left the beach, leaving my worthless summer days behind. I found only a small amusement in taking a life of this stupid cigarette with my own fingertips, it hurt, but not as much as I wanted to. God damn it. Something about my existence was clearly on the edge of sanity, nevertheless I never had the guts to take a violent action on myself even though it crossed my mind countless of times. I could still hear the noise of the sea slightly trembling in my ears, humming like an injured bird, however it was blown away by the cold wind that shattered my coolness with his amicable voice which left nothing but hot mess in my brain. It was weird, yet I wanted that moment to last forever, because for the first time in my life I felt shivers coming down my spine and just by looking in those bright and welcoming eyes I felt alive.

That was the first time I met Naruto.

As days went by, I could hardly shake him away, he remained in my mind like a painful poison, though strangely pleasant. I was convinced that I would never see him again. Cliche, I know, but something about that guy was so strange I wanted to know what was hidden behind his blue eyes. Eventually, days turned into weeks and I got very busy with my school so the thought of a blond man smoothly drifted away from my memories. I was in freshman year of college and I took this shit very seriously so there wasn't really much time to think about someone I didn't even know by name. Oddly enough, one month after the start of a new semester, I got a message about finally getting a roommate at the beginning of October. Needless to say, I didn't like that idea at all. I was glad to be alone in my apartment and not having to deal with a complete stranger. Actually, I really truly hated that idea. It was dumb as hell. My introverted self started to feel very uneasy as the day of his arrival would come.

It was raining that night, I saw a glimpse of car lights and heard the motor die. Rushed footsteps coming closer and closer and in that moment I knew… I just knew I wanted to punch that person's face with all my might. Surely that never happened. I simply got into my bed and waited for the door to open. Anyway, I couldn't sleep due to my insomnia so when the light turned on, I was ready to greet that person with my deadliest glare I could ever manage to do. And I did glare, oh it was hell of a glare. But then I froze.

"Sorry for disturbing this late, there had been shitty weather all day and half of the roads I know are under water so I couldn't come earlier. I'm soaked like panties of a teenage girl! Oh gosh, I'm really sorry about this and- haven't we met before?" He paused and looked at me with his bright blue eyes and that stupid welcoming smile on his face. He was so handsome and yet I could see his flaws from the moment I laid my eyes on him. He was like an open book with all these beautiful pages ready to read. I wanted to finish his book of emotions. But at the end, I just looked away.

"No." I lied, obviously. "Just be quick, I have class tomorrow morning." My voice as emotionless as my face, I wasn't interested in friendly conversations, so I rolled over to face the wall and closed my eyes. I heard his grumpy mutter and his heavy footsteps, but everything stopped about twenty minutes later as he got into his own bed and went to sleep. Lucky him, I could tell he was asleep almost instantly.

That was the second time I met Naruto.

I couldn't sleep. Damn me, damn him, damn it all. When I woke up, Naruto's bed was already empty and by the time I got up, it was almost ten o'clock. I lied about having class in the morning too but I didn't care. I was simply glad he wasn't there, so I jumped into the shower to get ready for my school day. The hot steaming water made me feel a little bit better and more awake. Still, I looked like shit. I always loved these little moments in shower where I could clear my mind and forget about the world outside. My thoughts slowly moved to a distant place where I saw this shameless wide smile and sky blue eyes, I saw tanned hands touching my body and little by little driving me to the point of insanity. With eyes shut I bit my lip just to feel the moment, fingertips running down to my lower parts. It was irritable and yet I felt the heat coming out from my body as I jerked off this frustration and unwelcoming lust. Soon I would completely forget about Naruto being my roommate even though he was the main character of my imagination. I didn't know what the hell happened to me but I felt strong attraction and disgust at the same time. I leaned forward to rest my forehead against the cold tiles, loud and sharp breath filled the whole bathroom and my hand began to move faster. I was so into my morning routine that I didn't hear him coming. When the door opened, he stood there with a surprised look on his face which turned into a big grin in an instant. As I rested my back against the wall, I came. Heavily breathing I opened my eyes and I saw a silhouette right in front of me. Holy fuck. There was a plastic curtain between us but I knew he was smiling at me with this sapphire eyes full of joy, and I could feel the blush forming on my cheeks. I quickly put a towel around my waist and tried so hard not to look suspicious. Holy molly fuck! He pushed away the curtain and raised his hand to shake mine.

"I believe we haven't been properly introduced yet, so here I go. I'm Naruto Uzumaki, nice to meet you! That was a hell of a ride in that shower!"

In that moment, I wanted to kill him.

That was the third time I met Naruto.

After that incident I tried to avoid him as much as possible, but soon I realized it was rather impossible than anything else. He was fucking everywhere. Surely, I've been a little overdoing it, but I simply felt his presence although he wasn't physically there. That alone irritated me so much, so when he actually showed up, all I could do was glare at him and make sure to hurt him in any way possible. I was a bitch. And he looked like puppy at times like these - I've said that in my mind a lot recently. This pace of behaviour hasn't changed in four whole weeks so I thought Naruto would hate me by the end of October. At least that was what I expected, 'cause I would totally hate myself too. Not Naruto though.

It was somewhere around mid November when he came home totally smashed. And by that I mean drunk. He got in a bad fight with one of our kitchen chairs and I heard him yell at it as if it was something else, or maybe someone else. I walked down the stairs to face his back, he was standing there, heavily breathing and staring blankly into the space. Just looking at him irritated me but when he turned and his eyes locked with mine, I instinctively hitched, 'cause his expression caught me unprepared, there was a brutal pain hidden behind his bright blue eyes and I realized how much about him I didn't know at all. How long has it been there? I couldn't tell but I felt like it's been there since the very beginning, kept in a faraway place, locked behind his beautiful smile that his face has been missing in that moment. It surprised me to see his face drowning in such emotions but I managed to keep my usual glare. I felt the need to say something to encourage him, to make him smile again, but I decided to go against it.

"That chair ain't gonna answer to your stupid complaining. Don't you have friends for that?" I said flatly and my face simply added "I don't care." But somewhere deep down in my mind I tried not to care. His smile returned slowly to his lips, however his eyes were still filled with this overwhelming loneliness, the same I felt myself.

"I have you, Gaara." He whispered bluntly with a shrug, it all looked so damn wrong.

"I'm not your friend, friendship is consensual. I don't do friends with anyone."

"Of course, of course." The only thing he said before collapsing on the couch, was again filled with sorrow I could catch like morning dew on my fingertips. I really wanted to touch his golden strands and make sure he was okay but I just couldn't bring my body to move. I stood there in front of him, looking like an idiot who tried to pretend he was a fucking clothing rack. His lips parted and he let out a heavy sigh before moving towards me. He was still a little drunk though.
"I know we're not friends, Gaara. But I'm not giving up on you yet. And ever." He murmured softly and smiled almost sheepishly at me. I stared at him with blank expression and said nothing, as usual. In my defense, he already made it halfway to our bedroom. I couldn't figure out why I let him leave. That night changed a lot and yet nothing at all.


I could see Naruto tried to befriend me multiple times, as if it was more important than anything else in his life, but I tried just as much as him not to fall for his stupid smile. I didn't understand why he had been so persistent all this time, but it always ended up the same. Ten points for me and zero for Naruto. In spite of his repeating failure, he never gave up on me, not even once, so I started to act a little more bitchy to chase him away from me and I really truly believed it would work. It didn't. There was this particular night, when I almost failed and had really bad time to convince my brain to start working again. We were at our apartment discussing latest homework for our history class, well at least he was and I kept myself in silence for the most part.

Not so long after that we ended up in one sided heated conversation about tutoring, Naruto tried to persuade me that he needed it, but with his unlimited passion I could've sworn he would be an A student even without my help, not that he was that smart but he was that tough and tireless. . Obviously, there was something else in his request though, so I made him spill it out and regretted it few seconds later. Yup. His lips slowly curved into some sort of crooked smile and I saw a glimpse of sadness in his eyes which didn't belong there, I hated it, but at the same time I tried to hide my affection towards him. I was a mess. He, on the other hand, seemed to be more composured than ever. His unwavering countenance only seemed to make it more clear how unsteady my own was. His hand reached out to mine and I could feel fingers gently drawing unknown paths around my wrist, I did not pull my hand away from that touch, I wanted even more of it and mabye he wanted to touch me as well, but it vanished nevertheless. I realized I was holding my breath all the time and now I tried to find my usual glare somewhere within my memory.

"I can't do this assignment on my own, it's about my childhood and history of my family." He said somehow sadly and let out a heavy sigh. "I don't have family, I don't know what to write."

At that moment, I lost it.

That was the fourth time I met Naruto.