Gaara sat on his cold wooden floor, shrunken as small as his body could manage. Someone had seen him. That's exactly what he gets. Where does he get off staring at people? Normal people wouldn't have to stare at people from their homes. Normal people would be able to leave their home, to talk to people who attracted their interest. Normal people would have a social life, friends, and a relationship.
No, that was too painful to think about.
After minutes of mentally berating himself for his stupidity, Gaara rose from his position cautiously. Knowing better, but not being able to contain his curiosity, he peeked through his blinds once more, but seeing that all of the lights next door were off.
It's not summer yet, what's someone doing in that house? It couldn't be a robber, could it?
Gaara subconsciously shook his head. Robbers? Please. I mean, the house was flawlessly beautiful; even for a summer home it put Gaara's meek 2 bedroom house to shame, but thieves weren't that stupid to steal from Hyuugas. They'd probably call in the FBI if a plate went missing.
Gaara's mouth twitched into a small smile, the first smile he'd had in weeks. Just imagining a swarm of investigators scouring a house over a plate was enough to tickle anyone's funny-bone. But right as Gaara was relishing in his thoughts, he heard a car pull up in his driveway. It seemed like someone had just thrown a bucket of ice cold water on him.
Who's in that car?
What do they want?
Why did they want me?
Without even realizing his actions, Gaara grabbed his phone, sat on the floor and dialed 9-1-1. But he didn't press 'on'. He figured he'd wait until the thieves tried to enter his home so the police wouldn't think he was mad…like the last time.
The car door was slammed closed.
Gaara tightened his grip on the phone.
One step…Two steps…Three steps…
"Shit…" Gaara whispered through grit teeth, as he turned the phone on to signal for help, knuckled turning white from his grip.
Suddenly, there were 4 big knocks on his screendoor, followed by a very loud "Pizza delivery!"
Gaara opened his tightly closed eyes.
Oh, right…I had ordered pizza.
He cursed under his breath at his embarrassing behavior. What's happened to him? He's suspicious of every little thing; even a creak on the stares sends millions of scenarios into his mind in a second.He wanted his sanity back…or what was left of it from before.
He rose from the floor for the second time today and shuffled to his door, which had 3, no 4 locks on it. He had forgotten, he'd bought a new lock over the internet last week.
He glared through the peephole to make sure the mysterious person actually did have a pizza in his hand, which he did. Actually, the boy wasn't all that mysterious. He'd been sending pizza to him for months now. Gaara still didn't know his name. He hadn't the desire or the courage to ask him that.
After unlatching every lock, Gaara then unlocked his screen door and stared directly at the pizza, not at the boy. Making eye contact was uncomfortable and useless. Even though he never looked directly at him, he could still see he had blonde hair and 6 scars on his face. That was the farthest Gaara's glances got him on identifying the boy.
Anyway, he knew what the boy wanted, the money, and he wanted the pizza. Easy exchange, right? Wrong. Because every time Gaara ordered pizza (which was about twice a week) the boy always seemed to want to strike a conversation.
"Hey, man! 8.50 like always." the boy smiled as he stuck out a hand for Gaara to take his lunch, and another to receive his needed pay. Gaara placed the money neatly into the boy's hand, trying to do so without making any contact with his flesh. After that he took his pizza, but accidentally rubbed his hand against the boy's. Gaara hated his hands. They were cold, always. No matter how hot he was, his hands were always cold, it was like some odd curse. Plus, they reminded him of his hands.
Without a word, he backed into his house and was about to shut his door when the boy's foot caught it before it shut. Out of instinct, Gaara looked up at the boy, his pale mint green eyes engulfed in the boy's royal blue ones.
"Hey, sorry but eeh…there's a party tonight. You're in college right? I mean you look about my age."
Taking this all in, Gaara nodded slightly. He wasn't technically in college, but he did take online classes. He might be a 20 year old anti-social misfit, but he wasn't about to be a 20 year old uneducated anti-social misfit.
"Great! My buds and I were inviting everyone to this bloc party downtown, it's gonna be killer! I mean, I know I don't know you-know you, but I kinda do know you. Ya know?" Gaara blinked about 4 times before replying with a quiet "No."
The blonde scratched his head and chuckled. "Oh well, I'm Naruto." He extended his hand to Gaara, the first act of friendliness he'd been offered since he moved here. But with friendliness came friendship, and with friendship came expectations, and with expectations came the possibility of being let down. He wasn't going down that road again. Never again.
Without a single word, Gaara positioned Naruto's foot out of the way as he closed and locked his screendoor. He was about to slam his other door when Naruto began knocking on the other.
"Wait, wait! Oh cmon at least tell me your name! I told you mine, huh?" the boy tried to smile, though his eyes showed he was hurt.
Gaara opened his mouth, as if he had the intention of saying something, but shut it quickly and slammed his door.
Naruto stood at the screendoor for a few moments, thinking. He didn't know if he should consider the man a jerk or just feel sorry for him. He heard a door slam from across the street and swirled around, as he saw a guy with long brown hair, wearing a white shirt and black pants starting to walk down the street.
"Hm…he looks nice." Naruto smiled, as he began running over to Neji.
Now, Naruto! What have I told you about talking to strangers!
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Well, I know this may sound like a GaaNaru oh how I love GaaNarus
But my friend wanted a GaaNeji, and that's how it'll stay!
If you want me to continue, please review, and sorry again if Gaara seems a bit OOC. I haven't been on fan fiction in a while and was surprised when I didn't see the chapters show up..maybe its my computer or a glitch? Aah well Im just weird lol
Review please, thanks :)