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I don't own Naruto. If I did, the characters would be eating poptarts and it'd be all smiles and crap like that. The song that is in this chapter is "Keep It Comin' Love" by KC and The Sunshine Band.
The days of the week leading up to our departure dragged by painfully slow. It was like every hour took two hours and every minute stuck doing exams before spring break was excruciatingly long and drawn out.
But finally–finally– Saturday night arrived and I was able to pack. For some reason, even though the past week had been so slow and boring, I hadn't found time to pack for the beach.
"Damn! I'm so excited that you're coming!" Sakura yelled as she ran past my room for about the third time in the past half hour. I folded a t-shirt and jammed it into my bag just as Ino popped her head into my room.
"How many suitcases are you taking?"
"Just this duffel bag," I said, lifting up the gray duffel I was filling.
"Holy shit, Hinata. Are you serious? You must be pulling my leg. You're serious? I can't seem to get it down to three suitcases," Ino grumbled. And I'm pretty sure Ino's suitcases were those big-ass things with wheels on them.
"We're leaving Sunday–tomorrow–and coming home Friday. You only have to pack for five days," I said.
Ino slumped off, whining about how nobody understood her need for multiple outfits for every day and saying, "Who knows what the weather will be like? I gotta be ready." I crammed a bottle of sunscreen in next to my shorts and squeezed in my pair of light blue flip-flops. I pulled the silver zipper across the opening of my duffel bag and let out a triumphant whoop.
"Done!"
In reply I heard a chorus of swear words and sighs from Sakura and Ino's room.
"I'm no where near done packing," Ino sniveled.
"Hinata," Sakura said. "How is it that you never go on trips, yet you're some sort of conservative packing genius?"
"I'm just naturally good at everything, Sakky." I sniggered as I walked into their room and saw the mess they had made. "I gotta say Ino, that is a sad attempt at packing. Are you really going to need...one, two, three, four...eleven shirts for five days at the beach?"
"Shut up."
I rolled out of bed at 6:15 the next morning and got dressed in jeans, my white University of Konoha t-shirt and my trusty high-top converse.
"God, Hinata, you look like Baba Yaga," Ino said as I walked into the kitchen. "Let me put a little makeup on you!"
Ino was studying cosmetology here at Konoha, and she had come to believe that unless you were wearing makeup you looked like a dead potato. I tried to stay away from her when she was practicing new makeup or hair techniques. Sakura usually became the guinea pig.
"Erm. I'm fine."
"You're fine looking like an old hag? Just a little bit of makeup will make those gorgeous eyes pop and those cheekbones–you have superb cheekbones, by the way, but I can make them stand out! And those lips! They're all chapped and foul at the moment but give me a second and I'll have boys lining up for miles wanting to kiss 'em."
"I seriously don't want my eyes popping out or boys molesting me."
But Ino would not be dissuaded. Seriously. The girls a menace once she gets on the topic of makeup. I was able to con her into putting what she thought was a minimal amount of makeup on me. By the time she finished I felt like I had a foot of goop shellacked onto my face and lips and my eyelashes felt like they might get glued shut if I so much a blinked.
"That 'Passionate Sunset' lipstick looks so good on you!" Ino called after me as I scrambled to get away. It was already 7 o'clock. Dammit, Ino.
I went to help Sakura carry our luggage outside to the parking lot where Naruto would be picking us up in his truck. When we were done carrying every last piece of crap that we were bringing outside I sat down on the edge of the sidewalk next to Sakura.
"Whoa. Hinata. You look like a prostitute."
"Craaap." I took the cuff of my jacket and tried to wipe of some of the bright lipstick.
Most people had already left for spring break on Friday, so the grounds of the University were pretty quite. Just as Ino joined us on the sidewalk, we heard the heavy rumble of Naruto's truck driving down the street.
"Here comes Naruto!" I said as I stood up.
"It sound like he's driving a dump truck..." said Ino.
A moment later a big, white Ford truck pulled up and Naruto jumped out of the drivers side as Sasuke stepped out the passenger door.
"Okay, are we ready to blow this taco stand?" Naruto said as he walked around to greet us.
Most people look like crap in the morning. You know: sleepy eyes, frowny because you don't want to get up, bed head, and if you have really bad luck, those little lines on your face where the pillow was. But not Naruto. Naruto's eyes were shining bright and blue and he had a grin etched across his face. Okay, so yes, he did have a bad case of bead head; his blonde hair was sticking up like he'd just been electrocuted. But, hey, I don't care.
Soon we had the truck loaded and ready to go.
"Oh, Hinata," Ino said. "You know that box of granola bars we were going to bring for snacks? I accidentally left it on the kitchen counter. Could you get it?"
"Sure," I said.
"Don't forget to lock the door behind you!" Sakura called. I waved my hand at them and raced up the stairs of the apartment. The granola bars were sitting right where Ino had said they would be. I picked them up and raced back to the truck, locking the door on my way.
Naruto's truck could seat six. There was a bench seat in the front and the back. I had been planning on sitting in the back with Sakura and Ino, but it seemed that the plan had changed a bit when I got back.
Ino cranked down the window–Naruto's truck was one of those older versions that didn't have automatic windows– and said, "There's not enough room back here because we have a bunch of luggage in the middle."
I stood awkwardly on the side walk, clutching the stupid box of granola bars. So where was I going to sit? Naruto opened his door and motioned me around.
"You can sit up front in between Sasuke and me."
Did Ino just give Sakura a thumbs up? I should've seen this coming from miles away. Ino had that evil matchmaker gleam in her eyes and was waving me over to where Naruto was standing holding open the drivers door for me.
"Thanks," I said to Naruto as I climbed in the truck and moved to the middle of the gray leather bench seat. Naruto climbed in next to me and put the truck in gear.
I twisted around in my seat and looked back at Sakura and Ino. Luggage taking up too much room my ass! We had put all our things in the bed of the truck. Ino and Sakura had delicately placed their purses in the middle of the bench seat.
"Here're your granola bars, Ino." I tossed the box at her and turned back around in my seat so that I faced the road. To my right, Sasuke was sitting with his coffee in one hand, his iPhone in the other, and his aviator sunglasses sitting perfectly on his model-like face. To my left was Naruto. He had on a pair of black Ray-Bans on so that the early morning sun wouldn't blind him. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the hand had reached across me and was surfing channels on the radio. He was only half watching the highway. It was a little scary.
"Naruto, do you want me to find something to listent to...so you can focus on the road."
"Ah, sure! Have at it."
I scanned the radio channels, trying to find something worthwhile.
" It's all morning talk shows and–"
"Go back! That was a good song," Naruto said.
"This?"
"Yeah!" Naruto started bopping his head about and drumming his hands on the steering wheel. He looked at me. "Recognize it?"
"...no," I replied timidly.
"Seriously? It's a classic!" He turned up the volume and started singing along. "Don't give me noooo reasons whyyy. Don't stop it now!"
I couldn't help but laugh. Naruto singing out of tune and dancing in his seat was totally comical.
"I know this song!" Ino had leaned forward and draped her arms across the back of my seat. "My mom used to play it on repeat. It's, like, one of her old seventies disco songs."
"Just turn it down," Sasuke grumbled as he leaned his forehead against his propped up hand. Sakura laughed at Sasuke's slumped form and reached forward to massage his shoulders.
We weren't going to turn it down.
Soon we were all singing like nitwits. Except for Sasuke of course; he was popping aspirins and groaning about an oncoming migraine in total Sasuke fashion. Ino had her arm hanging out the window and her feet pushed up against the back of Naruto's chair. She was singing at the top of her lungs. It was funny. When there weren't any guys around that she was trying to impress, she acted like a little kid. Next to me Naruto was nodding his head along with the music.
I don't think I had felt this laid back (besides that time a couple months ago when I was plastered, but I'd rather not recall that...) or had this much fun in a long time.
I sang along with the radio. Naruto snuck a sidelong glance at me and-omgholycrapimgoingtodieofhappiness-he winked one of those gorgeous eyes at me. He bumped his shoulder against mine and sang with me.
Only half an hour into spring break and I had already laughed more than I had in the past year.
And today, my dears, I reply to your most lovely comments :)
odraudekire: hahah, yes. That warning was very late!
Qchessy: I love chicken and fish.
Guest: Yeaaaah, that was a bit rude of Hinata not to thank Naruto for the flowers sooner. It's probably because she's socially inept.
mtrb171819: I'm really glad that I made you laugh!
Muhammad Usman: What made me write this NaruHina fic? Well for one, I luuurve Naruto and Hinata. This was originally a oneshot that I came up with and wrote one Saturday, but people said I should continue it, and I kept on coming up with random ideas so here it is! I have nooo idea how I'm going to end this story though...
As for your last question about animes and stories. I don't watch anime but I read Naruto and I used to read Bleach and One Piece. Oh wait, I actually started watching Blue Exorcist. That was pretty good, but I never finished it. And as for stories, do you mean Fanfic stories or actual books? If it's fanfiction stories, check out the ones that I have favorited! If it's books you mean, then I just finished reading Life Of Pi. That was a great book! Other books I liked: True Grit, pretty much any book by Ally Carter, Murder On The Orient Express (by Agatha Christie), It's Kind Of A Funny Story (I forget who writes that too). If you want to know more books I like PM me and I can send you a whole huge list, cause honestly I can't remember many books at the moment.
^sorry that was a huuuuge reply...
Hinatawolf: You aren't an idiot! Nevaaaaa! You were merely mistaken and tried to warn me, lol.
narutofreak23: My favorite kind of music? Oooh. I'm a music junkie; I love ALL sorts of music. Some of my favorite bands and singers are: The Rolling Stones (even though they are a bunch of old fogies now they still rock!), Sara Bareilles, Amy Winehouse, B.o.B, Florence + The Machine, Louis Armstrong, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Coldplay, and Don Omar (idk, what he says in his music but I like it and I'm attempting to learn Spanish!). But that's just a few of my favorite bands and stuff. Some random songs I really like are Paper Planes (by M.I.A.), L-O-V-E (By Nat King Cole), Young Folks (by Peter Bjorn and John), On Top Of The World (by Imagine Dragons. I'm sooo addicted to this song, I luuurve it!), Suddenly I See (by KT Tunstall), and Back On The Chain Gang (by the Pretenders). Yeahhh, I'm also always forcing my music on my friends. It's really sad though, cause my iPod is full so it's like "omg! I can't fit any new music on, but I listen to all the crap that's on here so I can't delete anything! Dammit!" :( ah, first world problems.
^That was also very long and drawn out. I'm sorry, it seems I can't shut my trap even if I'm writing, hahahahahaha!
Thanks for reading everyone! Keep reviewing because I love reading them! Have a great day. (Why do people say "day" and not days? Why not wish people numerous great days?) I'll set a trend...Have a ton of really fabulous DAYSSSS!
-Harri The Celery
