(fore notes- i wanted to see where i had left off in the previous story, so i decided to re-read it, and it was so horrible i had to put it down! later i went back and read it to the end, and it was pretty good, but that first part…ugh…)
"…suke…Sasuke, c'mon, you have to get up. It's almost time for school." said Itachi.
Sasuke opened his eyes and sat up. He threw his arms around his brothers neck and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Good morning." he said, letting go. The events of the previous week came back to him and he flopped back down on the bed. "I don't want to go to school!"
"Why not?" asked Itachi, sitting on the end of their bed.
Sasuke glared at his older brother. "You know what happened Friday. I practically told the whole school I'm in love with you."
"Is there something wrong with being in love with me?" questioned the older boy looking quite annoyed.
"No." replied Sasuke, "I'm glad I fell in love with you. But I'm worried about that everyone else will thing and that they'll treat me differently."
"If they can't accept you for who you are, then they're not a very good friend."
"Dose that mean Naruto's not my friend? He usually calls me five times a day on the weekends, and he didn't call at all."
"I think he knew you needed some time alone."
"How would he know that?" Sasuke asked, cocking an eyebrow, "He barely even passes his classes."
"There are different kinds of smarts." the older Uchiha chided, "There are people like us, who are book smart, and there's people like him who are street smart."
"Naruto's definitely not street smart, do you know how many times he's almost gotten himself hit?"
"I don't mean like that, I mean that he's more in tune to other people and can almost instantly pick up on how they're feeling."
"Really? How do you know?"
"I may not be as in tune to others as he is, but after watching you two for years, I've noticed how he almost always knows how you're feeling. Now Let's go get some breakfast before you're late to school."
A few minutes later, Sasuke was walking towards where he and Naruto met up every weekday. The talk he had with Itachi earlier mad him feel a little better, but he was still worried. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't even realize he had met up with Naruto until they were about half way to the school when the blonde boy forced him into reality.
"Hello!" said Naruto, waving his hand in front of the older boy's face, "Any body home?"
"Huh?" Sasuke asked, confused as to what was going on for a second. He slapped his friends hand away, only to be greeted with a worried face.
"Are you okay, Sasuke? You've been completely spacey all morning. Did you not get enough sleep last night? You look more worried than tired, though. What's on you're mind?"
"You're talking to fast again, dobe."
"What's. Bugging. You?" said Naruto, leaving a pause between each word.
'Could you really be that stupid?' he thought bitterly as he gave his friend a scornful look. "Did you not hear anything I said Friday!? I told the entire school my biggest secret! Don't you think I'm some kind of sick freak? Aren't you disgusted by what I said? I'm in love with my brother, Naruto! That's not normal! Don't you get it!?"
Naruto punched the older boy (totally anime style!!) in the face, enraged by his friend's outburst. "Don't yell at me when I'm trying to be nice to you! Okay?! And so what if you love Itachi? You love who you love, you can't help it! And you're still the same Sasuke I've known and loved, just because I found out something new about you doesn't change who you are and what we've been through together!"
Sasuke sat on the ground, holding his bruised cheek, to shocked to do anything but watch as his friend yelled at him. After a few minutes (I say that a lot…), Naruto calmed down and offered Sasuke a hand up. "C'mon," he said, using a gentler tone of voice, "let's go, or we'll be late for school. I'm already late for meeting Gaara."
"Why are we meeting Gaara?" Sasuke asked taking the offered hand.
"We're not," he said, bending down to pick up his dropped book bag, "I am." Sasuke shot his friend a questioning glance. "What, I'm not allowed to have a personal life? And you might want to get some ice for your cheek."
Sasuke walked down the halls of the school alone, as Naruto had gone off to be with Gaara, fully aware of the disgusted glares and whispering directed at him. He sighed and continued on his way. Everyone cleared a path for him, as if afraid to be touched by him and be 'infected' with gayness.
The whole class fell silent as he walked in the room and he could feel and see his classmates watch him as he walked to his seat and sat down. Almost immediately, the whole room erupted in whispers. Sasuke pretended to ignore them, but was having a hard time not listening. He kept hearing things like 'Figures, almost all the good looking guys are gay…', 'What happened to his cheek? Did he get in a fight?' and 'Oh my God! Is that a hickey on his neck (1)?'
When he heard the last remark he, with out thinking, went to touch the spot on his neck. He quickly pulled his hand away when he realized what he was doing. 'Wait a minute…' he thought, realization dawning on him, 'That means they can see it…' He bowed his head as his face turned a bright shade of red, which only caused a further uproar of whispers.
"Bye, Gaara!" said a familiar voice from outside the classroom. A few seconds later, Naruto entered the room, walked down one of the isles and sat in his seat in front of Sasuke. "Ne? What's wrong, Sasuke?" he asked, turning around, his voice reasonably quiet for him, even though it seemed as loud as usual because the rest of the class was silently watching them. "Do you have a fever? You look all red." he said, pushing their foreheads together to compare body temperatures. "Hmm…You have a little bit of a fever, and I see you didn't get any ice for your cheek." Just then the bell rang and the teacher walked in.
"Sensei!!" he exclaimed, almost jumping out of his seat, "Sasuke has a fever, can I take him to the nurse?"
"Sure, that was the first bell, so you don't need a pass."
"Thank you!" he said, practically dragging the older boy out the door.
"Where are we going, dobe? The nurse's office is the other way!"
"I know." he said, winking at his best friend, "We're not going to the nurses office."
Naruto dragged Sasuke through the hallways, up and unfamiliar stair way, and to a door he hadn't known even existed. After playing with the lock for a moment, he threw open the door to reveal the roof. He immediately ran out onto it, arms stretched out wide, facing the sun that was still relatively low in the sky. The wind blew gently through his beautiful golden locks and caressed his tanned cheeks as he smiled happily.
Sasuke opted to sit down on, one leg underneath him, the other he hugged to his chest with one arm, rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand, still feeling very self conscious about it being completely visible for everyone to see, and what the whole school would think of his playing hooky with another boy. "Why'd we come here?" he asked Naruto, feeling very miserable.
"You looked like you needed to get away." He turned around to face his friend, letting his arms fall to his sides, "So what happened in the ten minutes I left you alone that made you upset?"
"Nothing…" he lied, rubbing the back of his neck some more.
"Obviously something happened, because you definitely weren't like this when I left you."
Sasuke continued to rub his neck in a vain attempt to make the mark on his disappear, trying to think up a good excuse to tell his friend. "And what's up with your neck?" questioned the blonde boy, "You've been rubbing it nonstop."
Sasuke quickly pulled his hand away and wrapped his arm around his leg, resting his chin on this knee avoiding eye contact with the younger boy. Naruto sighed and walked over to Sasuke, sitting down next the raven haired boy. They sat in silence for a while, the wind gently blowing through their hair (because it just makes them look that much hotter lol)
"Well, if you're not going to talk," said Naruto, "then I will." He took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "For the last couple years…" he said hesitantly, "I've been in love with you…"
To be continued…
(i am sooo sorry for taking so long to update, and this story wouldn't be up today if i hadn't got the sudden urge to start typing at eleven o'clock last night…i'm sorry about the cliffhanger, if you can even call it that (i just couldn't resist). my imouto said it was pathetic and my dad, who happened to be in the room, was making fun of me calling it a speed bump (though he didn't read the story). well, let me know what you think!!)
(1) he got one last time…and if they don't last that long pretend he got one over the weekend XD