A/N: I know I took forever to update. Sorry!
Anyways thanks for your reviews. Please enjoy the next chap.
I opened my eyes. My hair clung to my face. I was no longer resting my head against the arm reast but I was laying fully on the couch.
The room was kinda dark. How long had I slept?
Just then I remembered the previous events. My face turned red and I pulled Shikamaru's shirt down further on my legs. Sure I was stretching it but I didn't care.
I could hear the shower running. That's when I realized Shikamaru was no loger sleeping beside me.
I took a deep breath. I was going to get my clothes from the dryer and leave. I stood up. Once my feet hit the ground I stepped on a pice of paper. I moved my foot back and looked down.
It was a piece of paper. I picked it and turned it over.
My eyes widened. It was a picture of me sleeping on the couch. I was wearing Shikamaru's shirt. My wet hair fell into my face and you could only see my mouth and eyes.
My legs were curled up I looked like I was in a little ball. My arm which was over Princess hung off the couch. It really was a beautiful picture.
I smiled as I stared at it. He must have just drawn this.
I noticed some writing at the bottom of the picture. It read:
It's moments like these that I wanted to ask you for.
They're pricless.
I countinued to stare at the picture. I sighed. Shikamaru wasan't as bad as I thought he was.
I tiptoed to the dryer and grabbed my clothes. I debated in my head on whether to change right now or wait for the bathroom.
I decided to wait. I didn't want any accidents. I sat back on the couch and crossed my legs. I picked up the picture and held it in my hands. It was just so nice and well drawn I couldn't stop staring at it.
I heard the bathroom door open. I didn't move. I could hear Shikamaru behind me now. "Why didn't you ask?" I said holding up the picture.
There was silence. I turned around. Shikamaru stood there he looked alittle angry. Small drops of water trickled down his face and chest which I could see because his shirt was open.
"Do you want to know the real reason?" he asked closing his eyes.
What was he talking about ofcourse I wanted to know the real reason. "Yes." I said slowly.
Shikamaru's eyes shot open. "Because when I look at you I see a snobby spoiled arrogant rich girl who is afraid of anything that she thinks is beneath her!" he said surprisingly in a cold controlled tone.
I stared at him. I didn't get it. If he thought that about me was he trying to get me back by making me pose the way he did? I didn't even care about that. My mind was stuck on what he said aboutme being spolied,snobby and afraid of anything that I thought was beneath me. What hurt me the most was being called arrogant. I may have been spoiled but I was not arrogant.
I could feel anger rising in my body. "YOU DON'T KNOW ME!" I cried standing up and pushing him against the wall.
"I hate when people assume things about me!" I have never thought of anyone as below me." "Do you know what I see when I look at you?" I pounded my fists against his chest.
"I see a selfish, ignorant, rude, lazy guy who dosen't think before he speaks or acts!" tears were dropping down my face now. I was so angry.
"You're right." Shikamaru said putting his hand on my cheek.
I stopped my pounding on his chest and looked up. "What did you say?"
"I said you're right." And I'm sorry."
"F-for w-wh-what?" I asked. My voice was shaky.
"For everything I've ever done to you." For picking up your cellphone in the first place, for giving it back, for bringing you here last night, for taking you to your house earlier, for making you wear that outfit, for painting your picture, for coming in when you were in the shower, for stting beside you, for telling you what I thought of you, and for any other thing I've ever done to you."
"I'm sorry."
I didn't know what to say. He had just apologized for things he had helped me by doing. Why was he making me seem like I was the bag guy.
"Shikamaru I-
"You can go." he said interrupting me.
"What?"
"You can go!" You don't have to do anything you don't want to anymore." You don't have to model for-mmph
(Shikamaru's pov)
Hinata pressed her soft lips agaisnt mines it was only a brief second before she pulled away.
"What was that?" I asked.
"A nice way to tell you to shut up." she said blushing. "You really don't think before you speak." You almost let me go."
I sighed. I meant everything I said and was about to say.
"I'm sorry too." Hinata said. "I wish there was some way we could just...start over and-
Just then Princess began barking. Hinata pulled away from me and bent down infront of her. "What's wrong?"
Apparently she had been snooping around and she got a bag caught around her foot. Hinata removed it and handed it to me.
I hadn't seen that bag in a long time. I had forgotten what was inside. I opened it and looked inside. There was my mothers flute. I had bought it for her birthday when I was 10.
She had said she liked music but when I gave it to her she frowned and sat it down. I remembered how I felt like the world was over.
"Do you play?" Hinata asked.
I closed my eyes and bought the flute to my lips. I began to play the tune to Thumbilina. the sound echoed through the room.
I had always liked the sound of the flute. It was such a pleasant sound that seemed to bring peace no matter what the situation. I stopped and opened my eyes.
Hinata sat on the couch holding Princess. She was smiling. "That was beautiful!" she said.
"I'm sorry I don't think I know you." I said.
Hinata looked confused.
"I'm Shikamaru Naara." I said holding out my hand.
Hinata smiled and shook my hand. "I'm Hinata Hyuuga." she said.
"Nice to meet you." I said. "Hinata, that's a beautiful name."
I sat down on the couch beside her and we both laughed. It was nice to see her smile. I didn't see her smile often with me.
We talked all night. I told her about my life. She was a great listener. She cried when I said anything sad and she smiled when I did.
Then she told me about her life and family. She cried when she talked about her mother and I she didn't mind that I held her while she did.
She talked about Ino and Sakura. She even told me about what last night.
Soon we were both too tired to talk anymore. Hinata fell asleep in my lap. I didn't want to go to sleep. For some reason I felt like if I did things wouldn't be the same when I woke up.
So I stayed up and stroked her hair while she slept. How I wanted to kiss her. She looked so pleasant and innocent and trusting. That's the only thing that kept me from doing so.
She trusted me. If she didn't she wouldn't have told me everything she did. And she definently would not be laying on a couch beside me with only a T-shirt on.
I touched my lips where she had kissed me earlier. Why couldn't have been longer?
Hinata's eyes opened. "Will play your flute for me again while I play piano?" she asked.
I smiled and nodded.
Hinata closed her eyes again and began breathing softly.
Things were diffirent between us for sure. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.
"Heaven"
A/N: Sorry the chap was so short but please review.
