I'd rather be in Narnia.
Chapter Ten: Co-ed sleepover fun!
Disclaimer: Dammit. I just…This is hard to say, but my manager said I wasn't aloud to lie to the general public anymore. And by "manager" I mean "therapist". Because I'm a pathological liar. But that isn't important. What is important though…is…*gulp* I…*sigh* I DON'T OWN NARUTO! *Relieved breath.* Aren't you all shocked? O.O
"Deidara, it's not possible." Dakota grinned, while squeezing a small amount of toothpaste on her toothbrush. She rinsed the mint-y toothpaste under the faucet. She hated the flavor of mint. And cinnamon. Ironically the only flavors of toothpaste that actually worked. Forget bubblegum. It just wasn't worth it.
"Tch, right, because elephants can't fly planes, un." Deidara scoffed at her, suggesting subtly that she was a complete moron as he copied her actions with the guest toothbrush that had been still in it's package in the cabinet before he claimed it, writing a big "D" on the side.
"No, their weight wouldn't allow it." Dakota said after spiting the toothpaste in the sink, making a disgusted face at the taste that lingered in her mouth. She grabbed the bottle of water next to her and rinsed.
"I don't think it's polite to talk about the obesity of other animals when they aren't around, hm. And yes, an elephant could fly a plane if it was well educated and they had a large enough plane, un." He nodded to himself, talking while furiously brushing his teeth.
"Quit talking while brushing your teeth. Your getting spit everywhere." Dakota frowned, staring at him through the mirror that was being speckled with toothpaste.
"Yeah, yeah, hm." He rolled his eyes, spitting and rising, then checking out his pearly whites in the mirror. He flashed himself a smirk and a thumbs up. "Looking good." he told himself.
Dakota's eye twitched. "You're such a freak." She muttered, reaching up to pull her hair into a pony tail. He glared down at her.
"You're calling me a freak? Ms. I-have-an-overly-awkward-obsession-with-Twinkies, hm?" He raised a mocking brow. Dakota looked as if she had been slapped.
"Well excuse me for having something I hold dear other than my looks!" She snapped, her eyes flashing like lightning. His mouth twitched into an amused smirk.
"Right. In fifty years, when you get fat and wrinkly, you'll understand, hm." He chuckled, eyeing her form.
Her eyes narrowed, "I happen to have a high metabolism, so I find it impossible to gain obesity."
"You'll gain weight later, yeah." He shook his head and pushed past her, out the bathroom door and down the hall. Dakota wheeled after him, but stopped and entered her room.
She walked to her dresser and searched until she found her stack of "Joe Boxer" boxers. She looked threw them until she found her favorite pair- dark black with a red snake on the front. She pulled out a black tank top and undressed.
"Hey Dakota, what'cha doin' in there?" Deidara's voice came threw the door, making her eyes widen.
"I'm changing!" She shouted fumbling with the boxers as she ripped them up her legs, spun around and grabbed the tank top, throwing it over head and straitening it into place. She let out a sigh of relief once her clothing was on, and turned back around. To run into Mr. Deidara himself.
"…Hi." She said lately, taking a step back. He grinned at her suggestively, but then looked away to investigate her room.
"…Why is everything…orange, hm?" He asked, the entirely bright orange room. The bedding, the walls, the dresser, the…everything. Except the black piano in the corner and electric blue guitar resting on her bed.
"I like the color orange." Dakota finally said, pushing him gently from the room. He raised a brow at her over his shoulder, but she ignored him and shut the door behind her.
"Don't go in my room unless I invite you." She said sternly, glaring at him, then she suddenly remembered that she had been…changing…when he entered, "How much did you see."
"Enough to know you belong in my room." He said, grinning and taking a step towards her, his intent clear. Dakota, not very interested at the moment, twirled around his form before he could trap her and kiss her pants off like some cliché story, and scampered down the stairs, ultimately denying readers a change to see some hot making out because this is rated teen and making out leads to…stuff. Major stuff. Adult stuff. The author needs to get back on topic now.
Deidara was still standing at the top of the stairs, feeling as rejected as ever as Dakota turned on the TV from the living room below. She flipped absently threw the channels, not really paying attention.
"I'm hungry…" Dakota muttered as she passed all the infomercials. Deidara suddenly appeared on the scene, grinning wildly, "Let's go raid your kitchen."
Dakota stared up at him for a second, but then jumped up enthusiastically, intent on finding herself a Twinkie.
Dakota jumped over the couch in her haste and hurried into the kitchen, slamming open a cabinet, spotting her favorite snack, she jumped up on the counter, resembling a ninja, and grabbed the box. She jumped when she felt fingers on her calf, but relaxed when she saw Deidara rubbing her leg.
She raised a brow at him, but otherwise ignored the odd gesture as she grabbed a Twinkie from the box. She returned the box and then lowered herself until she was sitting in front of Deidara on the counter.
She smirked at him and opened her Twinkie. He stared at her lips absently, totally zoned out.
'Hm. He's pretty out of it…maybe I should tease him a little,' Dakota thought, inwardly patting herself on the back.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close to her, using her leg muscles of course, and taking a teasing bite of her Twinkie.
He gave her a strange stare, before she scooted her butt closer to her waist, successfully pushing her lower body against his. He narrowed his eyes at her, still staring at her weird.
He abruptly stole the Twinkie from her hand and smashed his lips on hers, shocking her completely. His kiss was forceful and dominating, her was clearly dominating her, and for the first time in her life, she didn't care. She just kissed him back with all she had.
Her mouth was already gaping from shock, so it wasn't hard for him to insert his tongue. She tasted like a Twinkie, he tasted like mint toothpaste, and she didn't really mind, deciding he added his own sweet flavor to it.
He pressed his body further against her, hands on her hips, while hers were tangled in his blonde hair.
And then she pushed him off.
He stumbled back, disoriented and at a loss of breath. Dakota panted and sent him a look that said, "stay over there and don't move."
"The hell?" He asked through his labored breathing. She narrowed her eyes threateningly.
"I don't like you." She snarled harshly, curling her lip.
"But I want you." He said, looking like an innocent child.
Dakota picked up her Twinkie and glared at him again, taking a bite, "I really don't care," She said after swallowing.
He stuck his tongue out at her, taking a few slow steps back towards her, which she watched carefully.
Once he reached her, he grinned. Then he did the unthinkable. He took Dakota Haruno's Twinkie out of her hand, kissed her again, softly this time, then pulled back. He shoved the Twinkie down his throat and exited the room.
A/N: Well Hello. It's been, what, *Checks calander* Nearly a month?...My bad. Seriously. I wouldn't have updated if I hadn't really thought about it. I have useless excuses that won' t mean a thing to you, so why waste time, right?
Well, I did promise a preview for that other story, but I don't have one. So deal.
I spent three budah-dammed hours writing this chapter. YES. My writers block IS that terrible. THREE HOURS. O.O Budah-dammit! Oh, I've stopped using God's name in vain, for all of you who really should care. Instead, I've been using Budah, who I could care less about. Because I am not asain nor a fat man.(:
Now, Look, people, if you review for me, 'cos I'm a review whore, then chapters come SOONER. I don't know how many of you care. But still. If you like the story, it's in your best interests if you review.
Ah. By the way, my plot is currently going NO WHERE! GAH. I am so frustrated I just want to rip my hair out. But I won't. Because my hair is precious. And also, it is not Thursday. Yeah. Thursday's have been changed into my "sulking in the corner because I carry to much emotional baggage for a fourteen year old girl" day.
If you haven't noticed, I'm slightly annoyed at the moment. -.- It's because the world hates me. Just saying.
My list of current complaints: My foot is asleep. I am cold. The weather is cold. My shoulder itches. My hair is tangled. I smell of dude. My roomates are dorks and assholes. My dad called me and told me I was to stay on CAMPUS for SPRING BREAK. Which implies no glorious beach tanning. Which implies I stay pale. Also, my side hurts. It's Sunday night and I have no homework done. I'm failing every subject except Algebra. My Spanish teacher wants my head on a stick. He told me so. My Foods teacher is considering sending me to China. So they can eat me. Because he's cruel. My dog died. My sister is sick and won't stop calling me to feed me her pathetic worries. My mom might have cancer. My dad is in prison. My step-dad's an asshole. I like Drake (YES IT IS A BAD THING.). I have writers block. My phone broke. My crush has a girlfriend. My crushes girlfriend is cheating on him. My crushes girlfriend doesn't care that she's cheating on him. My crush is my roommate. I saw the Roommate. The Roommate sucked. In The Roommate, the phycho bitch kills Cuddles (WHAT THE HELL, PHYCHO BITCH? WHAT THE HELL?).
My list of current joys: My friends are awesome. I ate donuts for breakfast. My shoulder no longer itches. I'm getting my nose ring soon. It's almost my mother's birthday. I'm not failing Algebra.
Yeah, my life is just wonderful. PITY ME! D:
Review whatnot's:
jellydonut16: HEY. I got your review reply, but FanFiction hates my guts so it won't let me reply back. So I'll say what I need to here. That's why I don't chase after celebrity's like a freakin' puppy. It's pointless. But still, that's depressing. Ugh. Justin Bieber...Bleh. AND HEY LOOK! I UPDATED! :DDD
My Perfect Era: ERA-CHAAAAN! Yo. So, like, Jellybean 'mm? YAYZ! K. *Breaks out in song* I'mmaaa Jellybean, Oh such a jellybeaaaaannnn. Well, anyways, Sweet and heartwarming...'mm! I try, hopefully I succeded. Neh, still gettin' into this whole..."romance" thing. Bah, I'll get into it! How'd ya like it? AND PSH, I WILL SMELL YOU LATER!...I deem you Fuzzy. 'Cos I was looking at my Fuzzy Socks, and I was like...Hm...Fuzzy. :DD And by the way...WHAT HAPPENED TO YO STORY GURL? I was gettin' into that. D:
Echo Uchiha: I knows! :D