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Chapter 4

"So," he says, "The orange skinnies?"

The oh-so-delectable Sasuke is offering to help me with my clothes. Maybe he'll offer to take them off too.

No, bad brain! Now's not the time. Wait until later. When I'm alone. In my bedroom.

"Yeah, the jeans. That I want to buy. Now," I stutter. That's it. I'm gonna change my middle name to 'Embarrassment.'

"Are you sure you want them in orange? I think you'd probably do better in a dark blue or black," he smoothly says back.

"Uh, whatever you think looks best. I'm hopeless when it comes to fashion," I give him the trademark Uzumaki grin.

"You're not half as bad as some of the people I see in here. Just cut down on the bright colours and you should be good."

I nodded even though I wasn't gonna do that. Basically my whole wardrobe was orange and I couldn't afford to throw all that out now…

He turns away from me and gestures to the row of jeans that aren't any bright colour, "Any of these would look good on you. And please don't wear any more colours that'll burn my eyes out."

"Aw, don't play me like dat, yo!" What. The. Fuck?

He gives me a freaked out look. And just shakes his head. I don't know whether I should just leave now or embarrass myself even more.

I think I'll go with option A.

"Listen, I'm really sorry but I gotta go. I have a thing to do at this place you probably don't know about. It was nice to meet you, Sasuke. Maybe I'll see you around sometime. Have an awesome day!" I walk over to Kiba as calmly as possible and whack him upside the head. I don't even bother to listen to his comments and just walk out of the store without a backward glance.

That was reeeeeaaaallllly hard for me, you know. I wanted to turn around and wave at Sasuke. Ice-cap-melting-Sasuke.

Please kill me. Kill me now.

As Kiba and I walk towards the car, I can see him just waiting to ask me what happened. Maybe I should just leave him to walk home.

"Ugh, next time, you're not coming with me."

He gives me a delighted look, "So there's gonna be a next time?"

"I guess so. Do you think I should go back to talk to him?"

"Well, you actually weren't as bad as I thought you would be. I mean, there were a few gangster moments but not as many as I thought there would be. All in all, I think you'd be able to go back without him thinking you're too big of a freak," he shrugs his shoulders, "And you didn't leave to brush your teeth. You gotta be proud of that."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I say even though I can hear him snickering at me.

"On the up side, your next chat with him can't get any worse."

I give him a curious look, "You think?"

"I know. What's worse than calling him your son?" He bursts out into laughter.

"Asshole! I'm gonna kill you!" I chase after him when he runs off, "You better find your own ride home, dumbass, you're not stepping one foot in my car."

"NO! Please don't make me walk, I'll die!"

I don't say anything but he walks towards the car very cautiously. I decide to drive home like a maniac to get back at him.

"Whatever, bro. Just get in the car. I wanna go home."

He gets in like the sucker he is. Oh, this was gonna be fun.

I shall separate these scenes for I am a linebreak.

After almost giving Kiba a heart attack, I tried to sneak back inside my house. Knowing my parents, they'd want to know about my date. The date that I didn't actually have.

When I got to my room without any mishaps, I started to sweat nervously. I knew something was wrong. My house is never this quiet. All of us are pretty childish, so there's always someone screaming or shouting or breaking something. So the fact that I could hear myself breathe was really freaky. I decided to investigate. Woohoo! I needed a reason to pull out my old Sherlock Holmes Halloween outfit. Pulling on the brown tweed coat and the deerstalker hat, I sleuthed around the house. I checked every room, the dining room, the office, the backyard, the attic and finally the kitchen.

Ooooh, a clue!

Dear Naru-chan: ;)

I hpe u hd a gr8 d8 wid ur bf! I hd 2 go 2 th grcery stor 4 grceries nd stuf. Ur lvly dad is wid me 2 cary th bags. Pls dnt mes up th ktchn or Il make u cln it up. I also wntd 2 gv u a riten reminder abt our d8 wid Miko-chan 2mrw. Dnt try 2 bk out or Il smther u!

ILYBBY 3

So…Yeah. That. Don't ask me why she insists on writing in some weird form of text speak when she writes notes to me. Who knows how many times I told her not to do it. But of course, she doesn't listen.

Yeah, grocery shopping. No messing up the kitchen. Going to see Mikoto tomorrow. Cool. I love visiting Mikoto, she makes the best triple hot chocolate walnut cookie things. EVAR. They are amazing and awesome and tasty and like ramen in dessert form.

Also, she says that whenever mom and I go over to her house, she forces her hardass of a husband to take her sons out for father-son time. And he actually does it because the first time he met me, I peed on him. To be fair, I was only a few months old. And he's avoided me ever since. He hasn't even let me meet his sons! I can't remember their names at the moment, but as soon as I do, I'll tell you.

I go back to my room and take off my Sherlock outfit. I sigh; I didn't even get to say 'Elementary, my dear Watson.'

Ooooh, maybe my new friend Sasu-chan will be the Watson to my Holmes! And we can solve mysteries and celebrate the solving of those mysteries in a very physical way. A. Very. Physical. Way.

I take a nap and dream about searching for clues with my partner.

Partner. Heh heh.

TBC

I hope you understood what Kushina wrote in that note because I barely did. And Kushina and Mikoto are friends? Yay, for plot convenience. Sorry if the plot seems kinda old and boring. I needed a way for Sasu and Naru to meet outside of the mall.

And sorry if the second half seems sort of filler-ish. Sasu will be back soon.

That is all.