Title: It Just Hurts

Warning: None I think.

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

A/N: So this is kind of a short chapter but I promise that the next one will be longer and they won't just think all the time, but this was a chapter to just get a little insight on how they feel on a regular basis. It's also to show how similar they are to each other.

So I guess the fortune tellers right

Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light

To crawl beneath my veins and now

I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much

There's just so many things that I can't touch, Im torn

I open my eyes only to be blinded by the sun whose rays hit me directly in the eyes. I quickly close my eyes and roll on my back with a groan.

Great, Monday. Ugh I really don't like mondays. Well maybe I shouldn't complain, my first class begins at ten so I guess I'm kind of lucky but still. Mondays means school and lets just say that I'm not such a big fan of sitting in a desk for 5-7 hours each day listening to teachers talk about stuff that I already know. Yeah I'm actually kind of smart, I just don't put an effort to it, I don't see a reason to. I'm not aiming for a career in any of those kind of subjects anyway, I want to work with music, that's where my heart is.

I'm going through my schedule in my head, starting with the first lesson which I both were and then again weren't excited about. Normally it'd be my favourite class but today I... just.. Whatever. Music. That's my first class and well as I just said, It's what I love so why weren't I jumping upside down of joy? Well because a certain someone shared that class with me. I know, I know, why am I complaining, I'm sharing my favourite class with my favourite person. Well it's not that simple. Ah, how do I put this? If you were really, I mean really, thirsty and there happened to be a water bottle in front of you that you desperately wanted, you would obviously take it. But every time you try to grab it, it moves away from you, not far, but still out of your range. That's what it feels like every time I'm being with him. He's there, so close, but still out of my reach. He's my best friend and I know that he loves me but not the way I want him to, the way I need him to. Oh so close but yet so far away.

I roll to my side and look at my alarm clock. 08.59. That means I have about an hour to get ready. I stretch my body and with a yawn i sit up. I slowly stand up and can't help but wince at the pain in my legs. I went out for a long run yesterday and well I didn't have time to stretch afterwards so my muscles are pretty sore at the moment. I shake my head and I start to take small steps towards my bathroom trying not to bend my legs.

~oxOxoxOxoxOxo~

The picture I meet in the mirror is horrifying. My blonde hair is everywhere and I got dark circles under my eyes.

"That's what I get for sitting up all night thinking about him" I mutter to myself while I run my fingers through my hair. My hand gets stuck somewhere in the middle of it and I try to pull my hand back..

"ITAI! That hurt!" I shout while I'm feeling a really uncomfortable ache spread across my scalp. I'm tired, I'm half naked, I'm standing in my bathroom with my fucking hand stuck in my fucking hair. This is just because it's monday I swear.

With my free hand I start to pull my boxers down my legs and I step out of them. I pick them up from the floor and throw them towards the direction of the laundry basket while I'm walking towards the shower.

~P.O.V change~

I open my eyes to be engulfed in darkness. If it weren't for the small spring of light that penetrated my black curtains I wouldn't have noticed any difference between closing my eyes or opening them.

I'm lying on my back staring up at the ceiling trying to get my head to function clear. Hn, Monday. Let's just say that I'm not exactly thrilled about going to school, but it's not for the reason you may think. It's not because I think it's boring, it's quite the opposite actually, it's because of Naruto. I don't think that I'm ready to see him. Every lesson with him is hard but this weekend I've done nothing else than just thinking about him. Brooding over him. Hah, good Sasuke, way to go with honouring the Uchiha name, crying over some boy. But still, Naruto isn't just some boy. He is a dobe. An idiot, a moron whatever you want to call it. But also so much more. He's kind, he's understanding and his smile leaves me breathless. Did I mention stupid?

Even the strongest and most powerful of men would fall for that so who can blame me?

I roll over to my side to look at the clock on my bedside table. 07.59. So about two hours then. I mentally groan as I ascend from my warm bed with a frown on my face. I walk over to my window and slowly peaks through the curtains. Bad decision.

"Motherfu-" I exclaim as I put my hand before my eyes as a shield. I think I'm blind. The sun had greeted me with a not-so-gentle good morning by sending it's blinding rays directly to my face, or rather my eyes. Eyes that were now aching because of the sudden change of brightness. I rub my eyes with the heel of my hands and start the route to my bathroom.

As I'm walking I'm trying not to think about the fact that as soon as the sun had come into thought there was a picture in my head of a certain blonde. I guess he just reminds me of the sun in some way. He's always so bright and he's spreading joy wherever he goes.

I reach the bathroom and with a sigh I open the door and turn on the light. Even though I should have seen it coming I can't help but wince as my poor eyes are again victims to my own stupidity. I run a pale hand through my hair as I look in the mirror, glaring into onyx eyes.

~oxOxoxOxoxOxo~

Hn, music with the dobe. So well music is kind of my favourite class, I just love expressing myself through either piano or singing. It's like entering another world, you get a new perspective of things, you see things you normally wouldn't, and most of all, you feel things you normally wouldn't. That's why I love to hear Naruto sing. To hear his voice filled with emotion, letting it all out in a way that he could never have if he weren't singing. It's so beautiful to just feel like being a part of him, understand him a little bit better through his music. But it's still really hard for me. Especially when he's singing from that special place in his heart. When he's singing about love. It's breathtaking and heartbreaking at the same time.

Breathtaking because you can literally feel what he feels when he's singing. You can feel the love he has for someone, how much he cares.

Heartbreaking because it's just hard hearing him express his feelings for someone that is not me. If I could wish for anything in this world it would be that he would sing like that to me and mean every word.