So there's not much to say..


The hotel wasn't anything large or fancy. It was pretty nice, but I knew with the money we had, Sasuke and I could afford better. We chose one room with two beds. No, it wasn't so packed that we were forced to share a room. It's just easier and cheaper this way.

I wasn't completely comfortable with him, but I had a feeling he wouldn't try to rape me or something. I mean, if that were his goal, he'd have done it a long time ago. I grabbed two of my bags from the back seat of my car, and carried them inside, meeting Sasuke in the lobby. He had already gotten his bag while we were getting a room.

Three floors up and down a hallway, we found our room. With two queen beds, a plasma screen tv, and a desk across from the window, it was pretty average. The sight of it made me smile.

"It'll do." Sasuke tossed his bag on the closest bed before roughly taking off his shoes.

I made a sour face a him while he was turned away. "I really like it."

"You would," he snorted, allowing himself to flop onto the bed and sink into the thick blankets. I almost thought he'd smother to death.

My bed was amazingly comfortable. Better than the passenger seat of my car, I'll say that much for sure. "Would you rather be in the car, then?"

A long, drawn out sigh came from him before he rolled over, staring at the ceiling. "No, but five star hotels are much larger. This is probably the worst hotel I've been to."

I'd traveled before, and this wasn't as grand as the other places I'd stop, but it wasn't the worst. Is he really this pampered? I asked myself.

The rain had stopped, but everything outside was still impeccably gloomy. Arriving at the hotel in mid afternoon ensured that I'd get a chance to take a dip in the pool. So that's exactly what I planned to do.

On the wall next to the door in the bathroom, there were four switches. Two were for the lights, one was for a vent, and another unknown one didn't seem to work at all. I flicked it back and forth a few times but nothing happened. Shrugging, I slipped into my bathing suit . Passing through the room to go downstairs, I noticed that Sasuke was asleep.

That didn't take long, I thought, giving him the once over.

He was kind of cute when he slept. Just saying.

The lamp next to his bed was on, though, so I switched it off before leaving. At the door, I realized I'd forgotten a towel. I crossed the room again, entering the bathroom and quickly grabbing a towel. Wrapping it around myself, I smiled at its fluffiness, and flipped my hand across the switches as I left the bathroom for the second time.

Passing through the room again, I stopped when I noticed something. The lamp on Sasuke's night stand was on again. Gazing at him, I saw he hadn't seemed to move at all because he looked the same as he had before.

But the lamp is on. . . I turned it off and stared at it. It didn't do anything.

For some reason, my attention was completely caught up in this. Forgetting the pool for the moment, I wanted to know what exactly was going on with this thing. Giving the pervert on the bed one last look, I left the room. For thirty seconds, I waited outside the door, and quickly came back inside, looking at everything.

The lamp was off. Sasuke was still asleep.

"Hm." I walked aross the room, giving everything a deep observation. Nothing out of the ordinary. I went to the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the tub.

Hinata, this is weird. Just go to the pool. I thought, grimacing at my out of place curiosity. I sighed, flicking the light switch off in the bathroom. Then, standing in the bathroom doorway, a thought occurred to me.

I flipped the useless switch and, leaning carefully out of the doorway, my eyes fell across the lamp.

It was on.

I flipped the switch again.

The lamp was off.

Wow. . . I smiled, leaving the switch alone and finally leaving the hotel room for the pool. That switch really is useless.

To so much of my luck, the pool was indoors. It sat on the bottom floor, and wasn't as crowded as I'd anticipated. I chose a lounge chair away from people to set my stuff at, and jumped in.

My school didn't have a swim team or anything like that. We barely had a baseball team as it was. Not many opportunities, if you ask me. But I had a pool in my backyard at home. And a lake down the road from my house that my family owned.

I'm not going to lie; my family is rich.

As rich as one can get after moving to a small town from a big city. It made me feel like a very big fish in an extremely small mud hole. Despite that feeling, I practically grew up in that little town and most of my senior class are some of my greatest friends. I knew I was going to miss it.

The water was freezing, so getting in was like being dumped into a tub of ice. Everyone else seemed just fine with it, so I just figured I needed a little time to get used to it. Ten minutes of swimming back and forth, though, it didn't get any warmer.

As fast as I could, I got out and enveloped myself in the towel and dried off. Lounging was just as good. Sitting in a car for a day and a half took a lot out of a person. So I lay across the chair, trying to relax some. A few guys looked my way, and I blushed slightly. The last time any guy saw me in a bathing suit was a few months ago at the new years party held at Ino's house.

The memories took over, making me smile. I wished I could go back to those days.

Ino's place was crowded. Her pool wasn't an indoor one, but it was heated perfectly. Snow covered every place except for the patio in her yard because people were too busy dancing. Most of the party were drunk and yelling, waiting for their chance to get near the person they wanted to kiss when the ball dropped. No one noticed the cold. But I definitely did. I'd spent most of my time enjoying the pool, too afraid to get out once I'd gotten in because I'd have to walk through the snow. I remember how Naruto convinced me to get out by offering a huge towel to me and hugging me close to warm me up after I'd wrapped it around myself. How he'd kiss me every time I shuddered and laughed every time I blushed.

I didn't know that that night would mark the beginning of something that I have to live with every day.

"Hey," I looked up from the lounge chair, surprised to actually be approached by one of the guys.

"H-hello," I stammered, my blush growing.

"I'm on vacation, headed toward the beach on the west coast." He sat in the chair next to mine. "My family owns a beach house there. Where are you going?"

I had nothing to say. Where was I going?

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," the guy said, smirking at me.

"N-no, it's fine," I said, thinking quickly for some kind of excuse. "I'm g-going to the east coast. Uh, a lighthouse. I'm traveling to my father's lighthouse."

"That sounds cool," he said smoothly. It seemed that no matter what I had said, he'd already planned on saying that lame line because no matter what I said, it'd be "cool". I realized he was a loser at that moment. "Too bad we're going in opposite directions."

Nodding quickly, I picked up my stuff and stood up, finishing our conversation with, "Y-yeah. Too bad."

Then toward the elevator I ran.

Sasuke was awake when I returned to the room. I caught him laying across his bed reading some book. He didn't even glace my way as I grabbed some things and went to the bathroom. He'd taken a shower, I could tell. Everything was perfectly neat and there wasn't a sign that a person had even been in there besides the fact that everything was fogged up. I drew a smiley face in the fog on the shower door before sliding it open and taking a shower myself.

Wiping off the mirror, I smiled at myself. It wasn't close to being real, but it was good enough to trick someone into believing I was perfectly happy. My stomache growled loudly, so I got dressed as quickly as I could.

Drying my hair as best as I could, I plopped onto my bed and picked up the phone on the night stand between our beds.

"I already ordered room service. They're bringing up some food momentarily."

Putting the phone back in the receiver, I rolled my eyes at Sasuke's dull voice.

"Do you always sound like that when your mind is in another place?" I asked, wrapping my hair in the towel I'd been holding.

"Who said my mind is in another place?" he replied, still not even glancing at me.

"You're reading, aren't you?" Standing up, I returned to the bathroom to hang the towel up. Standing in the bathroom, I had a childish idea. A small grin growing on my face, I peeked out of the bathroom at Sasuke reading. He was using the light from the lamp next to his bed. No other light was on in the room.

That's even better, I thought, my grin getting bigger.

Suddenly, I flicked the switch. Sasuke was covered in darkness. Without an complaint, he just turned the lamp back on, gave it a confused look, and went back to reading.

I flicked it again, and the pervert couldn't read once more. This time he sighed before turning it back on. Then his attention went back to the book.

I snickered to myself before flipping the switch back and forth a few times, watching as the lamp flickered on and off. Sasuke looked at it, annoyance written all over his face. I stopped, leaving the lamp on for a few seconds. He stared at it and when he was sure it would stop flickering, he went back to reading again.

Then I flicked it again.

"What the hell!" He yelled before getting up from the bed.

Quick as lightening, I silently shut the bathroom door and leaned against it, covering my mouth with my hand as I laughed like a little kid. That was pretty childish, but it was so fun. And to be doing it to Sasuke made it even better.

"Hinata, room service is here," came his muffled voice from the room. I instantly perked up even more.

Messing with the pervert and now food? I thought excitedly.

Unexpectedly, once I was in the room, I was hit in the face with a pillow. The force was enough to almost knock me down. "Hey!" I said loudly, though it wasn't a yell.

Sasuke was sitting up in his bed, book on his lap, smirk on his face. "Think you're funny, don't you?"

I realized I'd been figured out and let a smile slide onto my face. "Yeah, it was entertaining for a few moments." Tossing the pillow back at him, I layed on my bed, deciding to flip through the channels.

Not a thing was on. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Room service!" I chirped, standing up to get the door, only to be cut off by Sasuke.

Oh yeah? I slithered around him dunking under his arm as he reached for the handle. "I've got it, pervert."

"My hand's already on the door handle, idiot." He looked as annoyed as before, but that only made me smile.

"Not for long." I smacked at his hand, then grabbed his arm to pull it away from the door.

"Just let me answer it," he sighed.

"No. I got up first," I smacked his hand again.

The person on the outside knocked again, making Sasuke sigh once more.

"Coming!" I yelled. "Now let go, Sasu-chan. If you answer now, they'll think you have a girly voice."

He paused in trying to get me away from him and raised an eyebrow. "Che, why not? Let them."

I don't get how that wouldn't bother him, I thought, pulling at his arm with all my might.

My efforts were useless. He pushed me back toward the beds and reached for the door again. I jumped on his back, but it was too late. He'd gotten the door open first.

The room service guy stared at us. My hair must have looked crazy because I hadn't brushed it yet, and Sasuke's face was shocked from me pouncing on him.

"Newlyweds?" The guys qustioned before looking us up and down. "You look kind of young."

"Kids marry young these days," I said with a grin, leaning down and blowing on Sasuke's ear as if I adored him. This is what he gets for opening the door when he knew I wanted to.

"Yeah, we only got married this morning." I didn't expect Sasuke to say anything. "Hopefully this dinner will be enough to seduce her into bed. She's been acting timid. Women, you know."

The guy laughed and pushed the cart into the room as Sasuke backed up, me still clinging to his back. Once the guy was gone, I slid down, the blush on my face bright, and glared at him.

"Nice one, pervert."

He snorted, looking over the food. "Two can play at any game, idiot. Like with the lamp before, you might pull a joke on me, but I'll always get you back."

What a childish, yet fun day. I thought, looking at the food as well. He's turning out to be easier to get along with than I thought.


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