Written by MusicAgainstTheHeart

"Gaara?" I asked innocently as I sat down on the counter of the kitchen, looking in a magazine.

"No Music. Whatever it is; no."

"But I didn't even as-"

"No." He said with a glare as he opened the refrigerator door.

I stared at him a moment longer before shrugging and going back to the article I was reading. "Fine. But just so you know, I was gonna ask you whether or not you had brushed your teeth at all in the past few days. Now I know why the vendor selling those fish you were looking to buy, passed out."

Even though my eyes were on the page that suddenly held my interest greatly, I could still tell he had taken his head out of the icebox and was glaring at me again. Twice in one day, a new record, and one most people would try to avoid.

"Hn." Was all he said as he took out something from the fridge and went to get a glass from one of the shelves.

The article I had been reading was usually one I wouldn't have the slightest interest in reading; "How to Get a Guy." Uhg, those were the most boring, idiotic things written on the face of the Earth. Yet one of the suggestions that caught my eye gave me an idea and I had it planned out in 7 seconds flat.

"Gaara?" I said as innocently as I said before.

He paused for a moment before saying: "Yes, whatever it is, yes." I figured he thought I was gonna sak another pointless question again. Ehehehehe… boy was he wrong.

"Really?" I asked. "Great, then arrive at that restraunt at the end of the block at 7 p.m. tonight. Make sure your dressed appropriately and bring a flower too. Some dates like flowers. It makes you look thoughtful."

Whatever he had drinking suddenly flew out of his mouth and he started hacking. That's a first; I mused as I sat there watching him.

"What did you say?"

"Make sure that your ready for your blind date tonight at 7. That is what you just agreed to." I said cheekily.

He glared again, breaking the original world record for three.

"I hate you."

"What else is new?" I asked as I walked out of the room, making sure to avoid the puddle, which consisted of what he had been drinking, that was on the floor

.~6:58 p.m. sitting on the balcony, above where Gaara's seated at a table~

Gaara had left the house around 6:30. I had handed him a jacket and as he walked out the door. He muttered something about; "...die in a ditch," or something like that.

Gaara was sitting at a table, by himself, waiting for his date, which, whom, I had taken the liberty of calling on earlier.

As mentioned above, I was sitting on a conveniently located balcony, of which i got the perfect view of my dear little friend, waiting for his date. Now we just had to wait for them to show up. I picked up my diet coke and took a sip.

~two diet cokes later~

By this point, I was starting to think that Gaara's date had backed out, and so had Gaara by the looks of it. But suddenly, I saw his date walk around the corner and take a seat at Gaara's table.

"Sorry I'm late." Sasu-GAY (emphisis on the 'GAY'), said cooly yet in a rather...ravishing way that not only disturbed me greatly, but sent me to the point of which I laughed so hard that I was afraid the I would be spotted, therefore, I quickly paid for my drinks and hauled ass out of the restraunt before I was spotted.

~When Gaara got home a mere 4 minutes later~

"I hate you."

"I know."

Idea from DontMessWithAnime. Thanx!