I must say I feel ashamed that it took me so long to write a new story. If anyone of you readers are still there, I hope this is worth the wait. Personally I like this a lot and it is different. This time I used an indirect second person POV as well as passive tense throughout the story. Both Sasuke and Naruto experience a lot in this story and stuff I have never written about before. I am actually quite excited to hear what you think about this! Enlighten me, dear readers.

Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.

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Pairing: Naruto x Sasuke / Sasuke x Naruto

Summary: A promising basketball player and the guitarist of a popular rock band. A decade of magnetism between them, pulling and repulsion. Will there ever be a future without mistakes that they seem to repeat one after the other? NaruSasu.

Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).

Seventh grade was quite fun. We used to play cards at this table around which we gathered all the benches. The girls in our class could not stand that and they called us freaks, but we did not care even the least. We even played for money, but soon the teachers put a stop to that after Ino ratted on us. It was not so serious, and afterwards we used small items like erasers and such for currency instead of money.

Our school was this old building that used to be an all-boys school years ago. There were hardly any lockers and thus we had to share. I cannot put my finger on why I asked if you wanted to share it with me. Suddenly the words had left my mouth and that was about it. You did not think twice, but agreed immediately. Thus we got to choose our locker and of course we took one that was easy to access.

I do not know whose brilliant idea was to put the lockers on the highest floor, though I must say it worked for me, since the music room was close to it. That was the place where I spent most of my time either way. You said to me that it did not matter so much, because you were a good runner. I just snorted, since I was sure you would soon notice that the building had like millions of stairs, and the use of the elevator was prohibited.

Since we had like a minimum of storage room, for the breaks all students usually left their bags and stuff to the great halls in which the class rooms were located. We used to run the stairs from time to time and slide our bags on the green linoleum floor polished by many steps throughout the years. Everyone used to take their jackets to the class rooms too for the lack of storage space and put them to hang on the back of the chairs. Thus I ended up looking at your army green jacket that had a fake fur collar mainly because you were sitting mostly in front of me.

We always wanted to sit at the end of the class so as to throw stuff at each other if needed. Of course it was needed, and I remember forming paper and spit balls that I blew with a straw into Kiba's hair. God, was he pissed or what! I hated the ugly dark green chairs that we had to sit on and I am sure my spine got crooked due to sitting on them for years.

When sitting in front of me, you would always sway on your chair so that your elbows rested on my desk that was drawn full of dicks. Which would actually later on result into me being called to the principal's office. I told them it was you, but no one believed me, and thus I got detention and I had to clean the desk too. Gladly you felt remorseful and stayed behind with me. Thanks for the chivalry, dude.

Somehow the situation reminded me of the time when in elementary school before you came Kiba had pissed into the bucked where the board sponge was rinsed. The next day I could not stand still, when I saw our teacher wiping the chalkboard with it. When I told you about the incident while scrubbing the dicks off my desk, you fell down and almost choked on your own laughter.

Oh, but the best parts were definitely lunch periods, since the food was great. My absolute favorite was the meat and potato casserole that I used to stack on my plate. We both ate a lot, since we were growing guys, but the best parts were definitely the soup days. Our group of friends had contests on how many bowls of soup we could eat, and because of these contests we would always be late from class.

Amazingly so no one ever complained, since eating was not prohibited, and it was better than other things we could have been doing. I still hold a record with nine bowls of soup and if I remember it correctly, it was minced meat soup. We used to call the kitchen staff demons, since the women would always wear blue eye shadow up to their eyebrows. The kitchen staff was in reality amazing, and the fun part was that later on they kind of started to like us a lot and gave us extra ice cream and such.

Seventh grade was us learning to be in junior high, and the year came to an end quite fast. Suddenly the changes did not seem as drastic as they had seemed in the beginning and our group of friends had found our place. You had joined the basketball team where you were the star again. I had joined a musical group that died soon, and those who stayed decided to form a band from the ashes.

We did not get to play all that much, since the older guys seemed to reserve the room more than often, but all the times we managed to do it before them was great. Shino even taught me how to play the drums, which I really liked. I was a fast learner, though in the end I decided to stick with my dear guitar. From time to time you would come and watch us rehearse, and I would come to cheer you on when you played your games too. So, even though we did not share hobbies, it was still like we had something to do together.