A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. Here's chapter two.

I never spent much time with my father. He was always too busy. He was a business man and always well...busy. He would have been around more if my mother

was here. Sighs. My mother died when I was seven and things haven't been the same since. We're always moving back and forth from one big city to the next so its

hard to ever make friends. I have private teachers that teach me over the computer or at what ever house we're living in.

It gets lonely. Life gets boring.

"There we go." I exclaimed after applying lipgloss to my lips. I stared in my full lenth mirror at myself. I was dressed in a pale blue blouse and a pale blue skirt with black flowers printed into it. The skirt flared out and came alittle above my calves. My hair was pulled into a bun and I wore a black chocker. I brushed my bangs into a side swoop and put on my earrings. "All set."

Me and my father had a dinner date tonight at Nine. He said he wanted to take time out of his busy schedule to talk with me over dinner, and maybe do something else afterwards. I was more than estatic because I hadn't spent more than twenty minutes with him since we moved her two weeks ago. To tell the truth I didn't want to move here. I was actually liking our last city. We had been there for almost a year and I had just began to make real friends. Everyone loved me there.

I don't like to think of it though.

I picked up my purse and headed out the door.

I tapped my spoon against my glass of water lightly as I checked my watch for the third time. He was officially forty five minutes late. I was completly used to this so why was i fighting back tears all of a sudden.

He had choose a simple restuarant with outside seating, where we could feel the breeze. So here I was sitting outside at a table, drinking my fifth cup of water and

fighting off the urge to run to the bathroom and cry. To make matters worse the waitress kept giving me sympathetic looks. I let out a deep breath and let my

thoughts drift to the guy I met this morning. It seemed like it happened just a second ago. His touch was still fresh in my mind and on my skin. His image was still

perfect in my memory.

What is his name?

I have never done anything like that before. I could have died. But I didn't...he caught me...

Snap!

I heard a click sound followed by a bright flash from my left side. I quickly turned to see where it had come from. My eyes fell apon a black shiney camera, a string connected to it which was around the neck of its owner. The owner stared at the camera screen as he flipped through his pictures. The first thing I noticed was his sly tired smile and the earrings in his ear. His grey T-shirt matched the grey band he had on his left arm.

"Did you just take a picture of me?"

"Why yes I did," He said, without looking up from the camera screen.

"Isnt that illegal or something? You can't just start snapping pictures of people without their permission."

"Oh really, eh? Well you find that for me in writing and I may just follow it."

I balled my fist and stood up. "Delete the picture!"

"Oh, stop being such a drag," He groaned. "Besides its probly the most beautiful picture you've had taken of yourself."

I almost slapped him. I think I might have but before I could he shoved the camera into my face and I paused. It was perfect. He had caught me in the perfect lighting, the light dancing in my eyes, and my lips shinging along with it. My hair looked darker and highlighted my best facial features. It looked like one of those pictures in a magazine. I looked like a model. And let me tell you, i am NOT photogenic. I hated to admit it even to myself, but he was right. It was the most beautiful picture ever taken of me.

"What'd I say?" He smirked.

"Wow! You're...you're really good."

"I know."

I gave him a quick glare. "You're cocky too."

"I know."

I sighed. "Are you a professional photagrapher?"

"Something like that." He pulled back his camera and adjusted it started to put it back in its case.

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Girls and their questions..such drags.." He held out his hand. "Shikamaru Nara. You?"

I hesistated, but only for a milisecond before shaking his hand. "Hinata Hyuga."

He looked around us. "So who stood you up?"

I blushed, snatching back my hand and smoothing out my skirt. "I wasnt stood up."

"Well, you're sitting here by yourself at...," He checked his watch. "..ten thirty six and you look misreable." He shrugged. "I don't really care. Just trying to pretend I do."

"You're rude!"

"I know."

I stared at him for what felt like five minutes but could have only been about thirty seconds. "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

I don't know where that came from but it was all I could think to say. "I'll pay," I added.

He considered my question for awhile before replying. "Sure, but not here. There's a pizza place a few blocks from down here. Let's go there."
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"You know I could be a serial killer, or a crazy stalker. I mean I just snapped a picture of you out of nowhere and I never did tell you what I was doing with it."

I nodded. "You're right! Well, are you a serial killer or a crazy stalker? And what are you doing with my picture?"

We were standing outside of a pizza place I had never been to in my life. The smells of cheese and tomatoe sauce made your mouth water. Shikamaru had ordered two slices of cheese pizza and a cup of water. I had one slice of sausage and a snapple. It had taken us only five minutes to get there and we had spent that time talking about good restuarants in this city.

"Correction, MY picture. I took it," Shikamaru said, tapping his camera case. "ANd if I was a crazy stalker dont you think I would have asked YOU to have dinner with ME instead of the other way around?"

"O.k well that dosent answer the picture question or the serial killer one."

"Would you stop with all the questions, Hinata! Damn!"

I could tell he meant it to be funny and it was. I laughed, almost spitting out the pizza I had just bit. He laughed too.

"You don't have any friends do you?" He asked, after recovering from his laugh.

"I have tons of friends!" I lied.

He gave me a knowing look but he didnt say anything to correct me. He just nodded. "Okay, Hina I have to go."

Did he just call me Hina?

"If this was a date I'd walk you to your doorstep and all that other shit but I don't know what this is," He stood up and wiped his face with a napkin. "And honestly I'm a bit lazy."

"It's o.k." I stood up too and grabbed my drink.

"Thanks for dinner, and the lovely picture." He started to walk away.

"Wait! What are you doing with the picture?" I called after him.

He didn't answer, only waved and kept walking.

At that moment I had a strong urge to run after him. To tell him to wait up. I wanted to talk to him more. But at that moment my phone rang.

It was my father. I let the voicemail pick it up. I knew he was only calling with an excuse for why he couldn't make it and honestly I didnt want to hear it.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short, but the next one will be longer. Hope you enjoyed it.