Gaara led me out into the dimly lit hallway to a set of mahogany double doors down the hall from my room. He swung the doors open

This was most definitely his bedroom. It was dark due to drawn shades and piles of sand were in various places throughout the room. The floor was made of shiny dark wood planks, and his walls were a bland sandy beige... just like most of the walls in this house. I was surprised to see quite a few shelves adorning his walls, they were all full of books. There were also stacks of books on his desk. Right in the center of the room was a large 4 post bed with a red wine colored comforter (which as also sprinkled with books). I noticed a brown leather couch in front of the bed and took a seat there while Gaara turned on a dim desk lamp and began to rummage through his things.

"Read much?" I joked

"I like books..." He mumbled

When he turned back around, he had two items in his hands: A photograph and a white bottle.

"Do you drink?" He asked

Before he even finished that question, I grabbed the bottle from out of his hands and took a swig from it. The burn of the sake eased my mind.

He sat down beside me so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body, it made me shift awkwardly in my seat. He took the bottle back and drank some as well, handing me the photo. It was torn at the edges, but it was clearly a woman who looked alot like his sister minus the funky hairstyle. Her features were soft, she had sandy blonde hair, and navy blue eyes.

"Holy shit... she's beautiful...This is your mom?"

He nodded "Your mom was very beautiful as well,"

"Thank you," I replied "I'm guessing you look like your dad?"

He nodded again, taking another long drink from the bottle before passing it back to me. My head was beginning to swim, I guess it had been a while since I'd drank last.

"Told you I'd keep my promise,"

"Yeah yeah, whatever,"

He grinned.

I glanced around the room again, eventually turning my attention to another item on his desk. It was a teddy bear... one that had clearly seen its days. It was falling apart at the seams.

"Who's that?" I asked, pointing

Gaara blushed slightly

"His name is...eh..." He hesitated

"Don't be so shy!"

"Ruffy-ruffy-kun..."

It took every ounce of my willpower to stop myself from hugging him. That was adorable.

"Aw... Gaara!" I gushed

"Shutup! You didn't have a stuffed animal as a kid?"

"We aren't talking about me!"

He rolled his eyes. I took a drink from the bottle.

"So... Wanna watch some TV?" He asked as he stole the sake back

My eyes wandered to an obviously neglected, dust covered television in the corner of his room...which also had a stack of books ontop of it.

"Does that even work?"

"Of course it works..." Gaara said, but he sounded rather unsure of himself

He used his sand to trail over and knock the books off of it. He then tried to repeatedly press the power button to no avail. I started to laugh.

"I swear it works!"

He formed a fist with the sand and used it to bang on the top of the TV a few times, and to my surprise, it flickered a few times before turning on.

"Hm... I'm impressed,"

"Why thank you, M'lady." He joked

We passed the bottle back and forth all the way through an episode of a drama that was on. Both of us getting drunker and drunker with every drop that touched our lips.

"Wait, so... is the sister really the brother?" Gaara slurred, obviously puzzled about the show

"No! The cousin is really the brother, and he's pretending to be the sister... wait... no," I paused to laugh "I don't know... I'm drunk,"

He snickered

"Me too..."

I layed my head on his chest, too tired to hold it up on my own anymore.

Gaara suddenly touched my cheek, turning my face upward to look at his, forcefully reminding me of how fucking handsome he was. Wine-red hair framed that exquisite face, a thin blade of a nose and those eyes... those damn eyes. The black lines provided such a wonderful contrast to his turquoise irises.

All of these feelings were so new and confusing to Gaara, but he knew didn't want to let her go. He physically couldn't, he refused. His drunkeness wasn't getting the best of him, he just felt more relaxed instead of uptight and nervous. He had the confidence to openly gaze back at her. Her eyes were glowing that beautiful glossy shade of violet. He moved her bangs away from her forehead.

No, fuck. Whats happening? I shifted away quickly...well as quickly as I could. Gaara laughed at me as I struggled to gain my balance

"Shutup..." I muttered "Why did you have to go and get me drunk?"

"Hey, you didn't have to drink that much if you didn't want to,"

Well, he has a point. He grabbed me again and brought me back to his side of the couch.

"Stop..." I slurred. But I didn't mean it at all.

I felt his warm breath on my neck, giving me chills down my spine, and tingles in areas no real guy had ever given me.

"You're so pretty, Mei..." He whispered

I thought my heart would beat out of my chest. His soft lips grazed my cheek, making goosebumps all over my body.

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