Diary Entry: Week One
I spoke with him today. It had been so long, a year and a half. I almost thought that Sasori had forgotten me. Of course, I didn't actually get to see him. I called him, and found him on one of those interactive sites, I think it's called, and found myself chatting with him for about three hours. I asked about Kisame, Pein, Kakuzu, and Zetsu, while he asked about Hidan, Itachi, and Konan. I found myself talking about Tobi, the masked idiot. Sasori just went along. He even gave me his new cell number.
315-1633
It is different from his last number, which was 859-6117. Do you see the difference? I'm sure you do.
Sasori is still as boring as ever, but boring means good. He went out with a girl on a set up date, but he dumped her at the end of the school year. Can you beleive that we are both in eight grade now? Next year we will see each other, High School Freshmen! I really want this year to end now. But I am also scared of high school. Just think of all the tall people there. I'm scared of tall people, too. Sasori's okay because he's slightly shorter than I. Slightly.
He got new glasses. They're just like the one's I refuse to wear. Metal black rimmed. They look good on him, he took a picture of himself wearing them, so I could see.
When I went to school today, I was greeted with the terrible image of Orochimaru. I guess I must've forgotten to talk about him. Sasori used to like him. I hate him. He scares me. I think I might have a phobia of him, but Sasori is starting to argue that I have a crush on him. That is impossible. I shake like a leaf, my heart beats at an impossible speed, and I have this huge knot in my throat, and that's just if he walks by me!
But Orochimaru was talking with his new friend. Kabuto. I hate him to. I ignored him and let myself fall into the plastic seat, at my desk. Hidan walked over to me, silver hair combed back, purple eyes, (or is it pink?), looking at me, and a slightly sadistic smile on his face.
"So," Hidan said slowly, "Blushed lately?" He leaned on the desk. "Or is Emo Clown still ignoring you?"
He was refering to Orochimaru. We gave him that nickname a few weeks ago on the bus. Oh, Orochimaru also rides my bus, and he was one of my best friends. Was.
I shrugged. I wasn't too sure about the answer yet. "He's defenetly in a relasionship at the moment..." Then I remembered about Sasori. "Our old friend Sasori say's 'Hi'." I told him. "Too bad he want's me to give EmoClown his number..." I muttered, before ripping out a pice of paper from my black binder. I quickly scrbbled down my red-head's number before bracing myself.
I walked up to Orochimaru. "Hey..." I said slowly, hoping that I wasn't bluhing. "Sasori and I talked yesterday and he wanted to say hi to you. Um... Do you want his number?"
Orochimaru grinned. "Of course. What is it?"
I handed him the paper and he snatched it away. "Good, good," he said. He looked back at me. "Nice of you to talk to me again. Can we meet up sometime?"
I began blushing again and walked away slowly, replaying the scene again in my head, trying to make some sort of sense of it.