Warning: This story has no grammar or plotline, or even character development. It's just a bunch of words I wrote. Now go read them. Kthxbai.
Just So You Know: The source of my muse is none of yo beeswax.
Also: Music is my boyfriend. And he's pretty fucking sexy. ;)
One More Thing?: moldycookies is my dirty whore. She also does some beta work on the side.
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paisley may.
dazed and confused.
week one: i'm not dead
monday.
It is half past noon and Uchiha Sasuke is standing over a slumbering pink-haired girl. She is slouched over in the middle of a row of the last three open desks in the classroom when the bell rings and all the other sophomores are ready for English class.
"Should we sit here?" Naruto asks with one eyebrow raised.
Sasuke frowns. "Someone's already here…" he starts, but Naruto has already taken the seat to her left.
Before he can even sit down, the teacher's doe-eyed assistant places a clear transparency on the overhead with their seating chart on it, and Sasuke is sitting front row, by the teacher's oversized mahogany desk. He sulks to the front of the room before he realizes that the girl is still sleeping in the back.
Yet there she is, wide awake, diagonally and behind him in the furthest corner of the room. And he looks. (And looks, and looks, and looks again.)
And she looks back, with eyes half-hidden by overgrown bangs and excessive eyeliner; with eyes filled with confusion, exhaustion and what-the-fuck-are-you-looking-at?
And Uchiha Sasuke stops looking.
thursday.
Tsunade-sensei and her irritating assistant love to tease him. They aren't the first. They certainly won't be the last. And no, the nickname 'Sasuke the Monotone Zombie' is not original in the least.
He hates English class, and half the lines on his hall pass are already filled, mostly with Tsunade's messy signature and the word 'bathroom' (which conveniently applies to the bathroom on the other end of the school, and a refreshing walk through the school's aptly dubbed Smoker's Corner).
Naruto jokes that one of these days they'll stop letting him leave class three times a day. Sasuke always replies the same way.
"I'll take my chances."
friday.
It is Friday and the entire class is composed of miserable students, daydreaming of sleeping in and hanging out and drowning in booze in a matter of hours.
Today, Tsunade-sensei says 'you need to smile!' and Sasuke thinks he can feel her mocking gaze.
Instead, the entire class is fixated on half-hidden eyes, cotton candy hair and tightly pressed lips. They call her 'Zombie Number Two', and they laugh.
She meets his eyes, shrugs, and laughs along with them.
sunday.
Uchiha Sasuke is sitting on a rooftop, bathed in late August sunshine, smoking a joint.
He has an hour of homework, and five minutes to get off the roof before his mother gets home. And he desperately wants to give a damn.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock…
week two: tidal waves
monday.
Haruno Sakura adds the final details to the drawing she'd been working on, and smiles. She runs her fingers across the cartoon-y sketch of her English teacher- whose name she hadn't learned quite yet- being eaten by a vicious dinosaur, wondering if the class had decided to do something interesting yet.
"…and participles can be one of the more complex parts of everyday grammar you'll need to learn, as you can see by the list of rules on page twenty…"
Nope. Still worthless.
wednesday.
If there's anything she's learned so far this year, it's that no matter how attractive someone is, being stared at by them is extremely unnerving.
I'm not here, I'm not here, I'm not here…
Sakura looks to her right at Naruto - equally bored and restless, incessantly tapping his pencil against the desk. Two rows to the left, Suigetsu and Karin are chatting it up as if they are the only two people in the room. Three people yawned obnoxiously and a girl chewed her gum like a cow and the strange boy is looking away now, awkward and hunched over like a human parenthesis.
Suddenly, the people around her are moving- much too fast and much too soon- and class is over early today. She packs up her things and casually leans against a wall, blending in with the crowd of students eager to be up and moving again.
Out of the corner of her eye, the attractive boy - Sasuke, was it? – is hovering five feet off to the side.
You're not here, you're not here, you're not here…
It's kind of ironic, because during all the summer days she'd spent wishing to meet someone new, she'd always imagined herself as being more confident. Or maybe less nervous.
Either way, real life was never the same.
thursday.
She loves riding school buses. Looking out the grimy windows at familiar sights was always the best part of going to school for her. Today, a line of blurry faces and redundant buildings buzz by outside of splotchy glass. Her iPod is blaring Motion City Soundtrack, she is sitting alone, and Haruno Sakura feels better already.
The day's events drift through her subconscious like waves in the ocean. The piano class instructor, Gai-sensei, was dancing around the room lip-synching a bad 80's synth-pop song to his twitchy-eyed students. Her best friend Hinata was copying her homework. Naruto was throwing erasers at her head, and his quiet friend was watching.
Sitting alone on a mustard-yellow school bus, she is smiling.
friday.
Tsunade-sensei is a frazzled mess of blonde and blue, with no makeup, no hairspray and no tolerance for bullshit on a day like this.
Today, her students are studying quietly, because she doesn't even have the will to do her job, because she knows that grammar isn't interesting, because a teenager's vocabulary didn't really exceed the deep meanings of words like 'bitch' and 'like' and 'whatever' these days.
"SUIGETSU! KARIN!" She barks from her cushioned leather seat, "Expect new seats on Monday!" and the bell rings right on cue.
Super Special Note From Moiiii- The chapters in this story will probably be really short like this one. If you don't like that, leave a review. Ahaha, see how I blackmailed you like that? But seriously, leave a review.