"Ha! Take that, Sasuke! You bastard! Erhhhh! Damnit.."
"Shut up, dobe." I reached for the bowl of popcorn, grabbing a handful and shoved it into my mouth. We've been playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl for the Nintendo Wii all day.
"DAMN! NOOOO! NO NO NO I LOST AHHHHHH DAMNIT DAMNIT!"
"Naruto, could you please shut up?"
"Screw you! You suck!" Naruto replied.
"Why, yes I do. And did you know, I blow too?" We both chuckled. I collasped on my back and just laid there. It was a boring summer day. We had nothing to do but play video games.
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
"Oi, Sasuke. Do you have any pop?"
"Somewhere in the fridge."
"Sah-weet." Naruto stood up and sprinted to the kitchen and raided the fridge. He came back holding a bottle of Pepsi in his hand. He opened it and downed half of it in one gulp. "Umm.. Sasuke? Do you have any-"
"Ramen?"
"YES!"
"Top cabinet on the right." And once again he ran to the kitchen. All I can think about is Sakura. I can't get her off my mind. But what about Haruka? Aw fuck, forget about Haruka. And plus... Sakura's my neighbor. "Which one do you think I should get, beef or chicken?" the dobe was asking me something related to what I was thinking. I didn't reply, because it just made me delve deeper for my choice. Sakura's beef. And Haruka's chicken? I don't know..
"Hey, teme. I asked you a question. BEEF or CHICKEN!?" his annoying voice was getting on my nerve.
"I. don't. know. But what should I choose? S or H?"
"Oh oh! I like S. It stands for sexy, seductive, sly, supercool, smart, silly, skinny, soft, spicy, sweet, successful, spontaneous, supportive-"
"Okay okay. I get it. Now shut up."
"So beef or chicken?"
"...beef." After I told him my answer and after he cooked his dumb shit ramen we headed outside and decided to skate. I think I should practice my tailgrab. I opened the garage and looked around. I walked to the other side of the garage and grabbed the mini ramp. I dragged it out and set it on the middle of the road. The weather was okay. Naruto followed after me, jumped on his board, and performed an ollie. I looked over to my right. There was Sakura's house. "Aye, Naruto! Do you know what time is is?"
Should I bite my tongue
Until blood soaks my shirt?
We'll never fall apart
so Tell me why this hurts so much
He put his hand in his left pocket and took out his Ben 10 watch. Oh my god. Ben fucking 10. That's so fucking lame. How immature. He's had that watch since forever. His dad gave it to him when he was like in second grade or something. I'm surprised it still works. Fucking dobe...
"Uhh it's 4:24 PM! Why?"
"Just wondering." We skated for awhile. And I tried to perfect my tailgrab. I was about to land until I saw the front door to Sakura's house open. And guess who came out? It was her. In black booty shorts and a sea green spaghetti strapped cami. She walked to her mailbox and opened it with her key. Then she looked up and finally noticed that we were outside.
"O-oh, hey Sasuke! And Naruto."
Soon after, Hinata came running up behind Sakura wearing a navy blue halter top with tight denim shorts. By now, Naruto's jaw should be glued to the ground. I glanced at him, and I was right. He was frozen. I tried to keep my cool, but I was failing. Sakura dropped a piece of mail and bent over. Those booty shorts were calling out to me, "Sasuke, Sasuke! Look at me! I look so good on Sakura's luscious legs! Wee!" I used skating as a distraction. I did a kick flip, then an ollie, and finally the tail grab. But yet again I failed. I slipped on the ramp, which caused me to produce a nasty scab on my elbow. "Oh my gosh, Sasuke!" Sakura squealed.
"Are you okay?" She helped me up and took hold of my hand, pulling me to her house. My heart was careening against my rib cage. I felt like my insides were going to explode.
"Nah, it's okay. I-I'm fine. It's nothing but a scratch." I stuttered. As if on cue, little droplets of red started to appear on the sidewalk.
"What do you mean, you're okay? You're bleeding like crazy!"
The next thing I know I was sitting on top of her counter. My gash was being cleaned up with alcohol. Well of course it stung. I held my breath. I need to suck it up, I'm a guy. Revealing that it hurts totally ruins my pride. No way in hell I would want that to happen. "You don't need to act so tough, you know." She continued to aid my wound.
"... I'm not?"
"You boys are so afraid of letting your prides get destroyed."
"..."
"But I find it amusing." I didn't say anything because I couldn't object to something that was absolutely true. I just watched her nurse me.
