Monopoly
NaruBaby2496
"Sakura, honey; your look is A-List, but your face is making it at maximum C-List."
My eyebrow twitched angrily.
Momoko waved a hand nonchalantly. "No offense."
I had a sudden urge to rip my mirror out of my wall and hurl it toward my older sister.
Imagine what it would look like, the glass shards embed in her skin, her screaming in honest terror and blatant pain, and then…
Wait.
I don't want her disgusting Type AB blood on my sheets.
Therefore, I just settled for sneering at my reflection. She had dressed me up like some super slut mega-doll, something that is, in some ways, notable, seeing as you can't do much with a uniform.
Or, so I thought.
She'd put me in the school's skirt, a normally passable length red and white plaid-like pattern skirt with semi-trendy creases. Instead of it stopping a couple inches above my knees, Momoko—the devil-hatched-from-an-egg-of-a-sister—had searched and searched through old boxes full of our uniforms from past years and pulled out a skirt of hers from her freshman year.
Momoko had always been shorter than I am, whereas I'm about five foot four and she's exactly five foot if not an inch more. However, we can always wear each other's jeans if I wear flats and if she wears heels. So, when I put on her skirt, it fit me, yes, but it was a little (AHEM, I BEND OVER, I FLASH ALL OF TOKYO) on the short side, just touching my mid-thigh.
The white button down shirt, thankfully, was left unadulterated by Momoko, but I knew it was different. Last year, it definitely was not this tight, or short cut. If I were to stretch up my arms high enough, I would get a citation for…whatever it's called when you whore out. Actually, I don't think they punish that unless they catch you for PDA. Darn.
What it came to next was optional, according to Momoko and the school board. I could wear the maroon-like red cardigan over my white shirt, the same colored suit-like jacket, the red tie, or the red vest. All had a gold pendant shaped like a leaf, it was our school symbol, either pinned on or sewed on, though. The white knee-high socks (they came in red, too, and in a shorter length) also had the school symbol sewed on. Momoko had forced me to wear the knee-highs, though it seemed like she was letting me choose between vest, tie, jacket or cardigan.
I carefully stumbled to my bed (she's evil because she knows I am a klutz and therefore put me in heels instead of flats, hence making her evil) and picked up the tie, the silk almost slipping through my fingers.
She eyed me decisively with her chocolate brown eyes. "If you wear the tie you have to unbutton your shirt at least two buttons and put on a push up bra."
I stopped mid-way between looping the two pieces of material and tightening a knot. "What?!"
My sister is trying to make me a motherfucking slut!!
I don't even have boobs to push up!
"Wear the cardigan, roll up the sleeves to your elbows and tie the two ends together in a knot right underneath your boobs. It'll make them look bigger." Momoko ordered after seeing my stunned in frozen shock face. Her eyes narrowed in my direction as if I was some type of work in progress.
I squealed. "What boobs?! I'm, like, nonexistent!"
She laughed lightly, the sound making the situation worse more than better. She sounds like a cackling witch, I tell you. "Sakura, sweetie, that was last year. Last time Mom and I went shopping for underwear, she got you 36C cup. You haven't noticed?"
My face literally paled.
THAT IS MY BUSINESS!!
Why does she even know that? I should've thrown the mirror at her! I could get my sheets dry-cleaned.
"Okay," I said with as much patience I could muster, "you are officially done trying to help me get ready for school tomorrow. Get out of my room."
Momoko rolled her eyes. "You are turning down the advice of the most popular girl in Konoha because you are uncomfortable showing a little skin?"
I almost growled. If I showed anymore skin, I would be practically naked.
Silence filled the room as I glared at her, tapping my foot impatiently on the hardwood flooring. She just smiled back innocently as if she had no idea the lessons I'd learned during Anger Management in sixth grade were slowly melting into water vapor with her blood in it.
I hate her ugly face.
"OUT!" I growled, pointing to the door angrily.
She just laughed, slowly rising off my bed (her fat butt put a stupid dent in my sheets!) and smoothing the comforter. "Alright, alright, calm down. If I'm leaving, then a few things are going to have to leave with me."
Before I could protest, she tore through my room, taking down posters, stealing candy, swiping make-up, and snatching jewelry.
She is BITCH. Hear her roar. (ROAR)
I hopped onto my computer, signing onto the school's networking site. So, yeah, our school wasn't too jank, and they understood that students would be utterly bored while locked up in stupid dorms with (most commonly) a stupid roommate in a stupid boarding school. We had a bunch of little websites reserved for students who attend our school; your account was activated a few months before seventh grade began, and it was terminated a few months after your senior year.
That way, you could make new friends before school started, and you could stay connected with your old friends and find out who was going to what college, if any at all. Momoko is going to be a senior this year, but she has already decided that she's planning on going to Konoha University. Most students from Konoha Board end up going to that school anyway.
The screen lit up all white in a flash (the first time that happened I freaked the hell out), and soon it dissipated into a red screen, and with a cute ding a golden leaf swirled onto the screen. With what sounded like sparkles falling (oh, you know the sound!) came the same golden color and writing 'Kohana Boarding: Where Excellence Is Expected'. It was underlined in a golden swish, and after that, a video tour of the campus was supposed to go on, but, I moved my mouse to the lower right corner and pushed SKIP. I can't even count how many times I've watched that video.
My emerald eyes moved up to the upper left corner to a section with big letters written in red saying LOGIN.
I put in my username irritably, because I could've swore I checked the REMEMBER ME box at least seventeen times last time I logged in (retarded computer) and then my password, making sure the damned check actually showed up in the box this time. It took seven attempts, but eventually, a black checkmark filled the white box, and I smiled, finally being able to press the LOGIN button.
The screen flashed white again, but this time it melted into a pink, red, white, and green striped screen. 'Welcome Back, Sakura-chan!' was at the top of the screen in bright green, and it glittered with a cool animation feature I'd found last year. Now every one of my friends was using it. They're such biters.
I love them anyway, so I clicked on the little button that said 'CHAT?'.
iSpyCherryPie328 is now online (*)
Friends: sippIN0ndathater-ade*, |[]-|[]*, 4Ev3rIllLov3U*, .myIQsaysHi22*, Circle°Circle°Dot Dot.9, B0WchikaW0W-0W, Orange Is A Religion.!. Ramen Is God.10!*, ImABirdInACage56*, 40-40Vision, GreatWhiteSharkB1te, Sigh, BuggahB0o, PrinceofDarkness2*…
Family: Peaches'n'Kream8*…unfortunately, she's my sister….
Hobbies: swimming, texting, chatting, talking, spazzing, walking, running track (100M Hurdles=mine!), writing, if I think of more I assure you (not really) that I will let you know.
Member Of: What's Under Kakashi-sensei's Mask, I've Tripped Over Air, Oreo Is NOT Milks Favorite Cookie, No I Don't Want To Be Paid In Trident Layers, K-BAP: Konoha Boarding Newspaper, Not All Girls Obsess over Pink, BARBIE SUX,…
Likes/Loves: chocolate, boys, men, good books, learning, running track, look at my hobbies for more, pie, ice cream, food, working out, studying, movies, Disney, television, hot Spanish accents, Italian dudes, Spanish dudes, mysterious hot guys, funny people, Elmo (is way better than Barney),…
Dislikes: bananas, tomatoes (it really depends though…), haters, biters, incorrect grammar, lactose milk, unflavored water, procrastinators who procrastinate more than I do, instigators, rumors, BAD rumors, people who don't stand up for what the believe in, violence, bad movies with good critiques, good movies with bad endings, sequels that ruin prequels…
Favorite Movie: James Cameron's Avatar (It is AWESOME)
Favorite Book: Hm…well, if I want to be unimaginative, I'd say Twilight
Hero: Lives Up Your Ass and Around Your Balls at 2 Testicle Lane!....JK
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Private Chat Invite From: sippIN0ndathater-ade
Also Invited; |[]-|[], 4Ev3rIllLov3U & SandWitch9
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sippIN0ndathater-ade: OMG, guyzzz, skool starts 2morrow! Commence the boy stalk-age!
|[]-|[]: Sometimes, Ino, I really wonder if I should query about your mental state.
SandWitch9: I totally agree, TenTen.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: Y did I even invite you, Sabaku! GET THE F*** OUT!
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iSpyCherryPie328: That was unnecessary, Ino. I thought you guys got over your…(Shikamaru) differences. LOLZ
|[]-|[]: Scorch.
4Ev3rIllLov3U: That was pretty funny, Ino-chan, you have to admit. : )
sippIN0ndathater-ade: Hinata, if Neji wasn't your cousin…
4Ev3rIllLov3U: Then he wouldn't be a Hyuuga. O: )
|[]-|[]: Double Scorch.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: I KILL U!
|[]-|[]: I wouldn't threat if I were you.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: And why would that be, girl with no last name?
|[]-|[]: I ignore ignorance; Kurenai-sensei said that I could be assistant coach for Fall V-Ball this year and if you piss me off now you could kiss that dream goodbye.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: Gimme a second while I think of a way to kill you socially.
iSpyCherryPie328: Okay-Okay, lets not internet fight, there's no point.
4Ev3rIllLov3U: Yeah, true.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: If you classify that as a fight, you know nothing. (But, you're still right.)
|[]-|[]: Fine, fine. I'll call Dad and tell him not to bring the police to your house.
iSpyCherryPie328: ANYWAY! Do you all want to go shopping?
4Ev3rIllLov3U: Yeah, it's cool with me. I just have to tell my Tou-san. We'll be back by nine thirty; right?
|[]-|[]: You have the WORST curfew ever.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: Your father should be put in a mental institution for thinking that that time is legit for a fifteen-year-old girl. I'm still fourteen and mine is eleven.
iSpyCherryPie328: I cry for you, Hina-chan.
4Ev3rIllLov3U: Well, I AM the heiress to the Hyuuga business.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: Psh, and I'm the heiress to the Yamanaka business.
iSpyCherryPie328: Poor argument. That's multi-billion dollar corporation versus a flower shop.
|[]-|[]: Triple SCORCH! Man, Ino, that's three strikes and it looks like your out.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: O PUH-LEEZE. When do we leave for shopping?
iSpyCherryPie328: I have to do something to my hair, and I'm sure we can food court it, so…six fifteen-ish?
|[]-|[]: That's perfect actually. Softball starts at five, so, I'll be (if anything) ten minutes late. Wait for me at Dippin' Dots. Ja ne, chicas! (We're going against Sound)
iSpyCherryPie328: OK. Win your game, too!
4Ev3rIllLov3U: KK. Beat those Sound freaks!
sippIN0ndathater-ade: Sure thing and don't break somebody's leg with your fast pitch!
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4Ev3rIllLov3U: I'll see you guys at six! Tou-san wants me to cook some dinner for Hanabi, so, I g2g. Ja!
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iSpyCherryPie328: I hate to say it, but, it's just you and me Pig.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: Yep. You tweak your uniform yet?
iSpyCherryPie328: I tried to, but then Momoko made it mega-slut.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: LOL. But you really should try something new if you want to get Sasuke-kun…
iSpyCherryPie328: . About that…
sippIN0ndathater-ade: And your sister is, like, the most popular senior ON RECORD.
iSpyCherryPie328: So I've heard. Anyway! I have to get changed into something that is publically correct (b/c, lol, I'm in my Bobby Jack PJs) so I'll TTYL.
sippIN0ndathater-ade: Yeah, I have to change my outfit so it's mall and boy hunting appropriate. ^.~ JA!
iSpyCherryPie328: Ja!
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Orange Is A Religion.!. Ramen Is God.10!: Say PLEASE, please. :D
PrinceofDarkness2: No, bitch.
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Sending Private Chat Invites To: .myIQsaysHi22and ImABirdInACage56
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ImABirdInACage56: Hn.
Orange Is A Religion.!. Ramen Is God.10!: Oh, what enthusiastic greetings! (sarcasm)
ImABirdInACage56: ....Right. Hinata is going to the mall with Haruno, Yamanaka and TenTen around six. Is that cool with you guys?
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I sighed looking warily at my better off empty closet. My eyes roamed for something that would be at least half-decent for the mall. I reached for the first thing that caught my eye, a halter-top that was green on the upper-half and white and the lower half. It fit me nice, and, in words that Momoko would use, it made me look like a delicious little mint fairy just waiting to be devoured by Mr. Sex.
I sighed again, smiling lightly. My sister is a whore.
I searched for my denim shorts with the cute frays and rips on them that made it so 'I don't care but I care enough to be cute' for the mall. You see, a girl going to a mall is like a boy going to a sporting event, for, say, the Chicago Bulls.
For boys, if you you're rooting for the home team, you'll be dead-set on wearing either a Derrick or Noah jersey (because they are amazing), red, white, black, or some other form of attire that would show your loyalty and fanning toward your team.
Girls, or at least the serious ones, will change their outfits in the same way as boys change their clothes, depending on the reason for attending the mall, as boys do depending on the game. It's predetermined that you cannot look like a bum, because nobody looks twice at a bum, and if they do they think you are bummy. It is law. You cannot look bum. So, if you go to the mall in sweatpants and a t-shirt, do your hair up in a cute ponytail and wear those open-toe Velcro-across-the-toes Adidas sandals to rock the semi-athletic/just-rolled-out-of-bed look. However, if you go to the mall in hopes to find man-candy, find clothes that either a) fit your personality b) bring out your eye, skin, or hair color or c) make you look hot. If you can pull off all three, you are almost guaranteed a win.
I pulled the top of the halter over my head, careful not to disarray any of the curls on my head. You have no idea how long that freaking took me. First, the curling iron, like, refused to turn on. Then, since I just got out the shower, my hair just was not agreeing with the heat. It would scchhh and make that sizzle noise, and then puff up, so I had to wait until it dried, which took forever.
Checking the time on my cell phone, and then the small clock on my desk since I could've sworn it was no that late, I hopped into my shorts, slid on my white flip-flops and grabbed my green nail polish from my dresser in a rush. (Because when wearing flip-flops, one cannot have nasty toes. It equals bum)
I almost jumped down all of my steps, using my speed that is definitely reserved for track to dash to the kitchen, where my sister was oh-so-calmly sitting in a barstool, filing her nails.
"Momoko!" I growled, and her head snapped quickly in my direction. "I told you come get me at five forty five and it's six twenty!"
She just shrugged. "Sorry. Its not my fault. You should've made sure I was paying attention."
THE WORLD MIGHT AS WELL EXPLODE!
"What do you mean! I freakin' came down her in my bath towel and poked on the shoulder like," I turned to the side and pretended to poke her shoulder, though I was really pushing around air, "Hey, Momoko, can you drive me to the mall since my car is in the shop' and you were like, 'Yeah, sure.' And then you flipped a page of your magazine and I ripped out of your hand and stared sternly into your eyes, 'Are you sure?' and you nodded, 'Totally' and took the magazine back out of my hands!"
I huffed loudly, gathering my breath again, and lightening the white-knuckled grip I had on my nail polish.
My sister laughed and pointed to the Blue Tooth that was in her ear. "I was talking to Itachi-kun; we're going back that way, so as soon as he picks me up, I can ask if he'll drop you off at the mall for me."
I eyed her cautiously. She could be on her stupid Blue Tooth this time again.
Itachi was her boyfriend, and the hottest being on the planet. He's three years older than her, being twenty, and he was the one to ask her out! She was a freshman and he was a senior! If there is one thing I'm jealous of about my sister, it's her talent at getting any guy she wants, whenever she wants him. I thought that if any one boy was immune to her whorishness, I would think it'd be an Uchiha, but NO. THEY LOVE HER BOOBS TOO! (Well, I heard a rumor that Sasuke-kun did—does—but, um, it is FALSE.)
I rolled my eyes. "Okay."
They better not make me sit in the back seat like a damn four year old.
"Sakura-chan, put on your seat belt and try not to get the polish on the leather. Ita-kun was nice enough to give you a ride—"
I glared at her coral hair, imagining it light on fire again and again until she herself combusted into an uncontrollable inferno of heat that not even her precious Ita-kun could save her. A malicious smile twitched upon my lips, "Of course, Momoko-nee-chan. Arigato, Itachi-kun. Arigato." My tone was far too sweet to be considered normal, but I didn't care. Right now, Momoko was turning into ash then rebuilding then turning back into ash, and she never stopped screaming.
It's like a dream.
Itachi just twisted around from the drivers seat and smiled at me sweetly (he was a nice guy, a little on the odd side, but he was nice. If he hadn't tapped my sister's ass I would consider tapping his) (multiple times). "Well, aren't you the cutest? You remind me of my younger brother, Sasuke. If my memory serves me," He backed out of our driveway, not even warning me or telling me to hold my nail polish bottle tighter—so that huge green dot on the white leather is not my fault, "I think you two are in the same grade."
I fought a blush as I covered my naturally baby pink colored pinky toenail with lime green. "Um, y-yeah. Sasuke-kun is in my grade. We were in the same math class last year. Benji-sensei was alright, though she did give lots of homework."
My tone was short and concentrated, because I wasn't trying to really make conversation or anything. I'm really trying not to ruin this dude's interior but, um, it's becoming quite inevitable with the turn-age and the random stop-age and then go-age. Does he not understand that I cannot watch the road and paint toenails at the same time!?
Maybe he just doesn't care about this heavenly piece of scrap metal his parent's no doubt bought for him. I would die for this car.
A honey-sweet chuckle broke me from my concentration toward painting my big toe. "You do know you called him 'Sasuke-kun', right?"
I nodded. "Uh…huh."
"And that I'm his elder brother?"
NO SHIT! "…Yep…"
There was a long silence, except for the sound of his car speeding down the asphalt of the highway. "Do you want me to tell him that you like him?"
I almost spilled the whole bottle of paint in his car. What did I do to even hint that I liked him?! I called him Sasuke-kun. Great. His mom probably calls him Sasuke-kun but that doesn't mean she has late night fantasies of she and him—I should probably stop.
Momoko giggled. "Ita-kun, Sakura knows better than to aim so high! She, at best, will probably get either that little blonde Uzumaki boy or the strange boy who holds a strange liking toward Gai-sensei."
I blanched. "LEE-SAN!?"
"See?" She laughed again, gripping Itachi's hand that was resting on the armrest. "She even knows his name. It's destined, Ita-kun."
I forced my eyes to rip away when I saw his hand bring hers up to his lips, and then I could just picture the rest, his undoubtedly soft lips pressing gently yet affectionately against her hand. Does he not know the number of germs that have to be on her hands?
That is disgusting.
I finished with my right foot and lifted up my left, dipping the brush back in the paint then wiping the excess off while trying to ignore the lover's lovely love-filled conversation. Still, though, it sounded like it was put on blast in my brain.
"Just like we are destined, ne, Momoko-chan?"
"Yes, Ita-kun, as soon as I get to college there'll be nothing to stop us!"
"Absolutely nothing, yes."
"I love you so much, Itachi!"
"The feeling would be mutual if not tenfold in my heart."
"I love you with the burning flames of fire, it as bright as the sun!"
"I care for you as the much as the moon lights the darkened night sky."
"Oh, Itachi, how I wish we could marry now!"
"Oh, but my love, violent beginnings have violent ends. We shan't rush our love for each other."
What was this, Romeo & Juliet!? (okay, so, yeah, I edited some parts, but, you get the jest.)
I cleared my throat rudely, successfully interrupting the far too sappy moment. This was too dramatic for a drama. Momoko glared at me from the rearview mirror, and her lip even snarled. She's such a dragon.
Itachi, being the nicer of the two, smiled apologetically. "Gomensai, Sakura-san. I forgot you were there. You want to go to Maple Leaf Mall, correct?"
I painted a final coat on my toes. "Hai, and don't worry about it. I am more," I glared back at Momoko from the mirror, "than used to it."
He laughed, well, chuckled. "We'll be there in about two minutes, so prepare yourself."
"I-I-um—"
"Don't worry about the seat. I was going to get them changed tomorrow anyway. I want black now."
I nodded with a smile, and twisted the cap on the nail polish on tightly. "Really I am sorry, though."
Itachi shrugged his (wide, strong, manly)shoulders, turning into Princess Avenue, the street heading into the mall parking lot. "It's no problem, Sakura. Don't worry about it."
I smiled. "Arigato, for the ride and for the…" I motioned to the paint on the seat, "this."
Momoko turned around sharply in her seat and glared at me, "He said it was okay!"
My heart sped a little faster at her tone. What was up with that? Was she mad that Itachi was being so nice to me? But, that's so ridiculous, because it's no hidden secret that your supposed to be nice to your girlfriend's relatives.
I pushed the thought to the back of my head as Itachi slowed to a stop at the front entrance of the mall and unlocked the door with a loud click sound.
I gripped the handle and pushed the door open, sliding the nail polish in my front pocket in the process. "Thanks, again, Itachi!" I thanked, closing the door carefully, because if I scratched and ruined the back seat interior he surely would be mad at me then.
He nodded. "I'll see you again, Sakura-chan."
"Um…yeah…sure."
And then, I run slash skipped to the front entrance because 1) my toenails weren't quite dry and 2) that glint in Itachi's dark, smoldering obsidian eyes was sending chills up my spine. I wasn't sure if they were good or bad chills, either.
"FOREHEAD! YOU ARE LIKE, TWENTY MINUTES NOT ON TIME!" Ino yelled as I skidded to a stop at Dippin' Dots, our usual meeting place.
I eyed the multi-colored circles of ice cream in Hinata and TenTen's hands, and immediately felt guilty. I really am late.
TenTen laughed at my face, not like a mean person, but probably at at the expression I was making. "Don't feel so bad, Sakura! It's not as if we were actually planning on doing anything. Besides, the boys are over there and they've been for the last half hour. I think they're checking us out."
My eyes followed to where TenTen was pointing, to 31 Flavors, the ice cream shop a couple down from Dippin' Dots.
I recognized one immediately without looking at his face, the orange t-shirt and bright orange shoes hitting my eyes a second before his golden blonde hair and natural tan. He was, at first, sitting down at a round table, spinning around in small circles in a chair, spooning rainbow sherbet into his mouth while talking to the infamous Hyuuga Neji, Hinata's cousin. He was eating what looked like chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Leaning against the railing lazily was Shikamaru Nara, who was barely holding onto his fruit shake, as he stared aloofly at the pink and white 31 flavors sign. He's our resident lazy ass.
Next to him was Sasuke-kun. No, I am not going to explain. I will stare at his beauty and you will be jealous because—
"SAKURA-CHAN!!!" Naruto yelled loudly, somehow keeping the pink spoon in his mouth, waving his hand wildly in the air. People who were unfortunate enough to be near him when he yelled visibly winced, and a baby dropped it's lollipop. Naruto just so happened to be my neighbor, so we were kind of forced to be semi-friends.
Hinata reddened next to me, and I glanced toward her when I felt her fingers tapping my shoulder. "O-O-Oh my god, Sakura, he's coming ov-over here!"
My heart raced when I finally thought to check her words for truth. If Naruto was coming over here, then Neji was coming over here, which would bring Shikamaru because he wouldn't want to be alone with SASUKE-KUN, so that meant that SASUKE-KUN was…right in front of me.
I swallowed the heavy lump of fear down in my throat when he closed the gap between us with final steps. Of course, I don't mean that we were body to body, but, we were close enough that to a stranger they would now we were either about to talk to each other or already talking, which meant he wanted to talk to me, which meant I would have to talk back, and that would ultimately end to me pissing myself in public! GASP! Then I would freak out and he would call me a freak and my dreams of marrying and screwing him would mean nothing!
He stopped about two feet in front of me. "Sakura," was his only greeting, but that was enough to send me melting like chocolate. He says my name so perfect. It just rolls off his tongue, and his voice is dark and mysterious and scrumptious and delicious. I could feel the vibrations!
I glance over toward Ino, who was already flirting it up with Shikamaru easily. They'd been on-again-off-again for months now. She flipped her blond hair adorably with a cute wink then a giggle.
TenTen was nodding her head with a smile to whatever Neji was talking about, and he, the ice cube, was smiling. A blush danced on he cheeks, but she looked as beautiful as ever, especially seeing as her hair, for once, was let down to fall in tumbling brunette waves. She must've forgotten to put her hair in buns after her softball game.
Hinata was talking to Naruto while managing to stay conscious. Enough said.
My eyes found there way back to the hunk of hunk in front of me, and I gazed into his obsidian eyes that I could live in. They're so gorgeous. I wish my eyes reflected like that. They're just a stupid green! What else is green? What apples? Nobody likes apples unless they're applesauce!
"I like applesauce," I giggled girlishly.
He lifted an eyebrow, obviously taken aback. "What?"
My face flashed as red as a fire truck. I'd said that aloud.
Somebody kill me now.
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