Hey guys, you've probably realised that the chapter I posted yesterday was the first ever story that I had put on this website! YAY! So I practically had no idea what I was doing, but I'm starting to get the hang of it now thanks to my friend Mello, she's been helping me write the story as well so I guess you could say this is a collaboration! I didn't get to say this yesterday because I didn't know how to put in the authors notes but yesterday was Gaara's birthday! Anyway I hope you enjoy chapter 2 of Lost in the Sand

Lost in the Sand

~Chapter 2~

Naruto's POV

After a long night of being in the land of the unconscious, I was finally coming back into my senses and awaking from my slumber. I could feel that I was in a soft comfortable bed, reminding me of home, making me believe that being stranded in the unruly desert was all just a dream and that in reality I never left the safety of my home, but I knew that wasn't the case. I didn't want to open my eyes as I feared of what would be seen, but I had to face the problem in my path, head on, and find my way back to the safety of my home.

I sat up and looked around at my surroundings. It was quite a plain room, just the bed I lay in, an oak cupboard against the smooth cream coloured walls and a large window letting in the warm early morning sun. I was just about to get out of the bed when I heard 3 brisk knocks on the door. I let out a loud and embarrassing high pitched screech and I immediately regretted it. I heard the slight sound of amused laughter from the other side of the door as it started opening slowly. My eyes widened as I saw a teenage boy, his red hair and black circles around his cloudy blue eyes, peek their head out from behind the door. "OH MY GOD GAARA!" I yell and instantly jumped up, wrapping my arms around him in a bone crushing hug. He awkwardly grabbed my arms, trying to pry me away as he replied in shock, "Hey, uummm, how do you know my name?" I stood there flustered as I realised my disastrous mistake, "Oh shit, uuummmm, I well, err," I sigh knowing there is no way out of this one, "I may or may not have asked someone." I tried to laugh it off, but sounding extremely awkward. I wish to change to a completely different subject to hide my stalking shame. Gaara just stood there, confusion leeching its way onto his blank face.
"Okay then" Gaara mumbled, dragging out the 'O' as he came back out of his moment of complete shock, "Oh yeah breakfast is ready," He added before rushing out the door.
Myself trailing after him like a lost puppy. I mean, you can't blame me, I was starving

Gaara's POV

I couldn't stop thinking about what the Cobalt eyed boy had said to me as we made our way down the hard wooden stairs to the dining room. He had asked someone for my name? Did that mean had an interest in me? Oh god, what if it actually meant he was stalking me!? Why was he even here!? If he is stalking me I shouldn't have ever let in my home! My mind kept spinning in fear and confusion as it replayed everything that happened in the last five minutes. It still didn't make any sense to why he wanted to know my name, and what he was doing out there in the desert. If he had been stalking me, why me? I am just a boring nobody. There is nothing extravagant or interesting about me. I was pulled out of my thoughts into reality as Temari yelled at me because I hadn't set the table yet.
"Oh shut up Temari," I grumbled, annoyed that I had been pulled away from my heavy thinking. "Well, maybe if you set the table like I asked you seven minutes ago I wouldn't have to yell," She retorted, turning away in a huff to get the food. I sighed and plonked myself down on a chair, gesturing to another chair for the boy to sit at. He understood my gesture and plonked himself down on the chair next to me. As he sat there, I couldn't help but stare and let my mind wander. He was actually rather cute, with three lines on each cheek, striking blue eyes, and rather messy spikey yellow hair. His choice of clothing seemed rather questionable to me, but then again, that's what made him even more adorable.
"What the fuck?" I mumble, as I catch up with my thoughts.
Cute? CUTE! Was I really calling this boy, whom I've only ever met once, and has been stalking me cute?

As the sound of pancake filled plates being placed down on the old scratched table echoed off the dining room walls. Kankuro strolled in, following his nose to the scent of the freshly cooked food. "Looks like lover boy's damsel in distress has finally woken up," He laughed to himself, "Give him the old kiss of awakening did you Gaara?"
Temari saw me glare red hot daggers at Kankuro as she walked in with a bowl of strawberries, "Kankuro shut up, eat your food, and leave your brother alone you absolute twit," she said, trying to stick up for me, but I had a feeling she was secretly laughing internally. We ate in silence, the only sound being the scratching of forks on plates, for a while until Temari decided to speak up, "So," She started, trying to shake this awkward silence, "What's your name kid?"
"Naruto," said kid, mumbled from a mouthful of food.
"So what were you doing in the desert by yourself Naruto?" Kankuro smirked, shoving more pancake into his mouth, "It was pretty stupid to go for a stroll by yourself in that weather."
"Kankuro!" Temari snapped, giving him a warning glare and shaking her head at him.
"Oh um, I was on a mission," He mumbled, clearly not wanting to give the full story.
I saw Kankuro go to argue for more information, but I cut him off before he can speak, "So Naruto, how do you like the food?" I cringe internally at how stupid the question was, but it was the best I've got. I heard Kankuro hold back laughter across from me, and I swear I heard him mutter "Nice one lover boy" under his breath. "Oh um, the food is good," He tells me, with slight confusion. He looks down to his plate half eaten plate of pancakes and mumbles something, and I swear to god he said something along the lines of "They are your favourite breakfast food after all." "What was that kid?" Temari asked sweetly, as she must have heard his little mumble. "Oh nothing," He says quickly, shaking his head. The three of them begin a sort of weak conversation, but I don't join in. I sit there, pancakes discarded, gazing at his complexion. 'Did he really say that?' I think to myself, wondering if he did or if it was just my stalker theory getting to me. If he did, he would have had to have done a crap load of snooping about me to get that information, as it is true, pancakes are my favourite breakfast food, just not today. Not with everything on my mind. I sit there, watching his mouth move, but not registering what the boy is saying, as I am too busy wondering why the thought of him asking around about information on me doesn't creep me out as much as it should. If it was anyone else, it would be as disturbing as hell. Heck, if it was anyone else out there I wouldn't have saved them! But why him? "OI LOVERBOY, STOP STARING AT THE KID AND FOCUS ON WHAT HE IS SAYING! YOU'RE NOT GONNA WIN HIS HEART BY NOT LISTENING TO WHAT HE HAS TO SAY!" Kankuro screams in my face, causing me to literally jump from my thoughts. I look around and see my brother with a shit eating grin and my sister with a confused and slightly disappointed look. The worst though is the very boy who was plaguing my mind. He has a look which is a mix of embarrassment, shock, confession, and worst of all, disgust. I jump up from my seat, red in the face with anger and embarrassment, ready to give Kankuro an earful of what I think of him, "JUST SHUT UP KANKURO!" I scream at him, shaking with anger, "CAN'T YOU BE NICE TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE?! STOP BEING SO IMMATURE AND GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL! I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON NARUTO, NOR WILL I EVER HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM! GOD SOMETIMES I WISH YOU WEREN'T IN MY LIFE!"
I run away up the stairs, ignoring Temari yelling at me to come back and apologize. I don't love Naruto, nor will I ever love him. It shall never happen, I swear.

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