Rating: T; Swearing

Pairing: Possible LeeXGaara

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just what the characters buy, eat, drink, sleep in, and so forth.

Warning: Run-on sentences, character personalities might sound too off in some areas of the story; and I might babble in more than I need to. Not a long chapter, but there's little relevance to the story with it. Sorry. My brain's in a bit of a pickle right now. Lee appears in the third chapter though!

Author's Notes: This is simply a filler. I was having issues has to how I could possibly make this last.

Let's Not Try Living With Loneliness Anymore.

The morning sun was shining too brightly this morning. I had to close my eyes every time I walked into the living room. Which, to let you know, was not the most eye pleasing thing in the world to look at. It was too plain, too cliché, too boring, no personality. I have personality… I think.

It was round ten o'clock. It was Sunday. What could I do this Sunday that I needed to do? I walked into my kitchen to check the cupboards (full), the refrigerator (packed), the dishes (done and away), the floor (vacuumed), the table (wiped), the windows (cleaned), and the plants (watered). Damn, was I really a neat freak?

I sighed in slight annoyance. There's got to be at least one thing I can do today. I walk into my living room—the cushions were a tad out of place, and they overlapped a bit. I fixed them and proceeded to check the laundry. I had two dirty towels and one washcloth from yesterday morning's shower. Not enough to actually wash, I so I guess all I could do was loaf around.

--Four Hours Later--

The silence was overbearing. The doing nothing and loafing around was irritating. This little apartment for a one-man home was feeling extremely lonely. Then, out of the blue, I wondered the strangest question to ever cross my mind:

What is Lee doing?

A bizarre question to think, especially since I'd only met him just yesterday at that coffee shop. Where that lady was strumming her guitar and singing; where the floor looked like a painter was on acid; where there was so much smoke you'd think it was on fire; where that waitress was a bitch; where Lee came in and clutched hold of my lungs and prohibited me to breathe.

I should shut up now. I am not falling for this stranger. It just sounds way too Titanic for my tastes.

"I need something to take care of," I said aloud. I needed something to do. Yes, I have a couple plants; but I couldn't play with them. I couldn't pet them, I couldn't play with them, and they certainly can't let me know they love me. I sighed. Living in an apartment was sometimes a bother. I can't have a big dog, but ankle-biters were annoying. Cats were okay, but they don't like to listen to a word you have to say unless it benefits them. Hamsters and rodents are, overall, rather cute, but they don't live for very long. Birds were amusing to teach tricks, but they're too prone to sickness. Arachnids and reptiles? No, thank you. They require too much money, and spiders were disgusting. Fish? Not much different from a plant. The only difference is the way they look.

I raised my hand up to my face. Were my expectations really that high? I sighed for about the millionth time. Maybe if I went to the pet store, I could decide on what I want. After all, most people don't leave without a pet, right?

--Pet Store--

The pet store was nothing special. It was a small, little building packed with toys, collars, accessories, cages, aquariums, pet carriers, and of course, pets. Most of the prices were pretty fair, but not too high or too low. A really nice place to be at if you don't want to worry about bombardment… I shut the door to my four-door, red 1999 Buick Century, pushed the entrance door open, and looked around.

There were chinchillas, rabbits, various types of hamsters, rats and mice, puppies, kittens, budgies, doves, parrots, Cockatiels, and love birds; various reptiles, a few amphibians, and some Tarantulas. Seeing the Tarantulas, it made me think of Lee shuddering. Lee just struck me as the type of person who fears spiders. Maybe I should get one…?

I shook my head. I was really being pitiful today.

As I was searching, there was just nothing that I liked. I decided that birds and rodents and fish were out of the question. Maybe there was something interesting where the kittens and puppies were. There were mixed breeds like Beagles, Calicos, and Terriers, and there was one that caught my eye: it was just a puppy, but she looked cute. Jumping up and down with her fur bouncing around—she wanted someone to take her home.

"Great," I whispered. "My attention was driven towards a little Pomeranian puppy. Just what I needed."

Still, at least she could keep me company.

A lady around her fifties came up to me and asked if I needed help. So I told her which one I wanted. She smiled before retrieving the animal for me, and put the energetic pup into a carrier case. One thing I didn't need to buy. She asked if there was anything else. I told her yes, I wanted two food dishes, a bed, a leash, and a collar. God forbid I let a dog sleep on my bed. And, the last thing I needed to come home to, or wake up to, was the smell of dog piss on my bed or clothes or carpet. She handed me, in a couple bags, all the items I asked for. I said a quick thanks before departing. Now I could go home and get this pup acquainted.

But… what I was going to call her?