A/N: I'd like to apologize for my taking so long to update. I know it can be annoying when an authors takes so long to update, but I promise I will try and not let this happen again. It's just many things came up. Many other projects such as a project a friend and me have been working on that if u like can view on Youtube, called Naruto south the days of our lives. Along with birthday parties including my own and I've been working on stories that in the future I would like to publish with my own characters and such. So I'm pretty sure this long pause won't happen again until I take my family vacation. But then that won't be as long as this one before.
Chapter 14: Back to school
Naruto's POVI wait by the gate, watching people be dropped off. But I'm waiting for someone. I really need to get my emotions off my chest. All I could think about was that dream that I had, I really need to talk to him. He needs to get here, I can't stand holding all this crap in. My eyes brighten as I see my friend.
"Sasuke!" I yell jumping the boy who just stepped out of a black BMW.
"Get off of me Naruto," he grumbles obviously not in a good mood. His brother hands Sasuke his bag, and Sasuke yanks it out of his hand, and just turns around in a huff, and walks off. His brother wasn't at all phased by this, and just got back into the driver's seat. I go to follow Sasuke. I was kinda worried; he probably didn't have a good summer. He has something against his brother or something, I know that, and he doesn't usually like to go home.
"Hey something wrong?" I ask, he walks up to the room that is ours. Still the same as last year, it hardly ever changes. Of course they send out your dorm number to you before school starts along with your class schedule.
"It's nothing Naruto," he says, his bangs hiding his eyes. He unpacks, and I really want to talk to him about…Gaara. I don't' want to talk to Kiba, he'd just freak out. Sasuke usually gives good advance, and maybe I should have listened to him and stayed away from gaara, because then I wouldn't be having this problem.
"Sasuke can I talk to you, about something important?" I ask seriously. My friend looks up at me with question in his eyes.
"Of course,' he states simply sounding a little cold but also a little concerned.
I take in a deep breath and start, "Ok so I know you don't like me being around Gaara, and you told me to stay away," Sasuke's eyebrows frowned into a murderous look. He obviously thinks Gaara did something. "But I have a problem. Please don't laugh or freak out or anything. Ok? I don't know who else I could talk to about this. Nothing between use will change ok?"
"Just tell me already."
"I…I..think I'm in love Gaara," I finally blurt out. I whence expecting Sasuke to do something or yell. Actually Sasuke only gave me a sad smile, it was really creepy! I wait for him to talk.
"Don't tell him…it'll hurt not to tell him, but it's better that way. People like Gaara…they don't understand love, they'll just hurt you. Cause they're cold hearted bastards," Sasuke tries to calm down again, and I had a feeling we weren't only talking about Gaara.
"Well what do I do? I mean I can't just stop hanging around him. He needs a friend," I tell Sasuke.
"Then just act normal. When you start second guessing how you're acting that's when you slip up and start to sound suspicious or stupid." He says calmly, and finishes un-packing. "And you know if you slip somehow people like Gaara will use it against you, toy with you. So it might be best just to back off for a while," he goes on. I nod my head, thinking about all the stuff Sasuke told me. I let out a sigh.
"So you're not like. Ew you're gay, and stuff?"
"I don't care" Sasuke says plainly.
"Don't tell Kiba all right?" Sasuke nods. And I go to look out the window, wondering if maybe Gaara was sitting in his usually spot. I perked up when I saw the red head walking to the flowerbed, which was in full bloom. Then I think about what Sasuke said about backing off for awhile. But I mean come on I haven't seen him all summer and I gotta make sure he's ok. I mean he didn't look too happy about going home. I run out of the room. Why am I running? God I'm sure I have a crush on him if I'm acting like this. I force myself to slow down. I walk out into the courtyard letting out the deep breath I took before reaching Gaara. He looks up at me no expression on his face. He then turns back to looking straight ahead at the gate were all the boys are being dropped off. I sit down and for a while it was quite. I don't know why but I couldn't bring myself to talk. Until a cold voice echoed threw my head.
"Talk," it was a request not a command, and my heart skipped a beat. God I wish I never would have had that dream. I don't think I can act normal around him, maybe I should just try and stay away from him. He seems ok, no more emotionless then usually. Actually he seemed to be really at peace like he's relieved to be here, or maybe I'm just imagining it.
"Is something wrong?" He asks in a monotone voice.
My voice squeaks before I can correctly say, "No."
Gaara does that head tilt back thing, that's equal to an eyebrow left. He was obviously say 'what's your problem'. I let a grin spread across my face, and prepare to ignore everything. Gaara's just my friend, it'd be impossible for us to be anything more.
"So how was you're summer?" No answer Gaara just looks back at the gate, I frowned a little but then smile again and go on to tell the boy about my summer in a cheerful tone. Leaving out the wet dream I had about him and the fact that the town hates me. No need in telling him that, right? I wanted him to answer me, to talk. I wanted to hear his voice, and want to know that I can do what only a few if any can accomplish, make him speak. Start a conversation with him. He didn't answer any of my questions about his summer break so I decided on another topic.
"Are you taking an art class again this year?" He nods his head. I get encouraged to go on. "I still have your painting, got it up in my dorm. Though I'm kinda afraid to hang it up, cause it is a little creepy. I do like it though. Why do you always draw things like that?"
Gaara's POVBecause it's the most realistic thing about life. Death, pain it all goes hand in had with life, you can't escape it, those emotions make everyone equal, death makes everyone equal. I don't tell Naruto this, I don't answer his question at all. I'm glade to have him here, to listen to his constant rambling, even though it seems he's trying to start a conversation with me.
"What do you like to use to draw the most? Like paint and stuff," he asks me casually.
It really depends on what I'm painting. But I like to use watercolors the most, manly because it's easier for me to blend in my blood if I do lose my self in the painting. "Water colors," I simply answer.
"Do you like do anything else? Like I mean can you carve or make clay figures? Or do you just paint. And then which kind of art is your favorite type?" He bomb bards me with questions, which I find somewhat annoying, but the sound of his voice is enough to make me answer.
"I can also do sand sculpting, but I don't do it often. I like to paint," I tell him.
'Sand uh? That's so cool," the boy says happily his eyes in slits. He lets out a sigh. "I wish I had some sort of talent. But all I do is play video games."
"You can sing," I say without thinking. I hadn't even really noticed I said it, until the last word came out of my mouth. Naruto smiles at me, I let my eyes fall only briefly on his features before looking back at the gate.
'You really like my singing?" He laughs. "I don't think I'm anything special."
"I've only heard you once…" I say I didn't really know were I was going with this. The little nymph as tricked me into conversation, not my best department. So I blame the sentence (if u can even call it such) on lack of having anything better to say.
"What kind of music you listen too?" He asks.
I stay quite, thinking that I should stop the conversation. But I haven't heard his talking all summer. Though I wish he would just rant on about something and stop talking to me. "I hardly listen to music, but I suppose mainly alternative rock."
"What's your favorite song?" He asks. And I wondered what the point of this was. For a moment I think back on all the CDs I own, which isn't a lot. Actually I only own three, Era, She wants revenge, and a mixed CD. I think of all the songs on the mixed CD, and one comes to mind. A nice song with the beautiful mixture of an angelic voice, and rock music.
"Nemo," I give as my favorite song.
"Ok I'll learn the lyrics to that song, sing it fore you, and then you can honestly tell me what you think about my singing." He says cheerfully, once again he gets up to leave without hearing my answer. Or maybe he was just not expecting one, or he didn't need one. Probably didn't need one, he's already made up his mind. I sit out in silent solitude for just a bit longer before heading back to my dorm. Tomorrow would be the first day of school; my line up of classes is completely to my liking. All of my electives are art based. Photography, advanced art, computer graphics, then my science class is anatomy, which will help in art to, I'm sure. Either way I like it here much better then I do home. Which is somewhat a new feeling, seeing as I never really had an opinion o this place, all I knew was that the students annoy me. Now though I have a liking for it, or at least I favor it over my home, I can't help but to think that this is Naruto's fault.
The next morning, I get out of bed before my brother. I had another night were sleep wouldn't come. I had the same problem threw out most of the summer. Needless to say the rings under my eyes are only getting darker. I just can't seem to sleep, but I cover those bags under my eyes up with drawing black around my eyes evenly. If I don't do so, teachers will insist on talking to me about how bad I look and if I should go to the nurse. Sleep isn't needed for me most of the time, and what would the nurse be able to do? I slip on a simple black shirt, with the word 'live' on the front and 'evil' on the back. Then I put on some loose fitting burgundy pants, with a belt and decided to sit in the courtyard for only a little while before the classes started. Garbing my bag with my books, and supplies I may need for class I head down to my usually place.
I was surprised when a yawn sounded from next to me. I look to see Naruto walking towards me. He was wearing an orange shirt with the words Reese's pieces on the front, and light blue jeans. He drops himself down next to me, rubbing his eyes.
"Sasuke woke me up," he yawns, "So I though I'd come out here. I've learned the song." He tells me. I was a little surprised, but I suppose it doesn't take long to learn a song, you just have to read lyrics and listen to the songs a couple of times. "Of course I can't very well sing the guitar solo, so you'll have to do with out it," he says smiling sleepily. "All right, here it goes, honest opinion. I wanna know if I do have some sort of talent," he says before closing his eyes, most likely to properly recall the song before he starts to sing. I hear the taping of his foot, and then his mouth opens to let out the first note. And with that first note came the flow of the whole song, in waves.
He held the notes perfectly. Even if his eyes held the remnants of sleep, his voice was not effected by the early morning.
The chorus was sung like the crashing of waves. Truly his voice will drowned me. He could control his voice so well that he could go from high to low in an instant.
I couldn't keep my eyes off him while he sang. Yes I've come to be attached to his voice, and even though he wasn't around me in the summer, somehow he had dragged me down. I won't tell him though. I don't wish to call him a friend, but I won't mind his company. I haven't after all, seeing as I've let him keep me company for a long time. I won't call him a friend, but I'll accept him as such. I think I already have, during the summer. Yet again I wonder am I wanted by Naruto?
He seems to want to be around me, singing for me. I suppose things like this is what friends do. They get one anothers opinion, and they give to one another. It's odd, and I'm still not use to it, but I'll be lying to myself if I said that I haven't become attached. If I would say my head is still above water, it would be a blatant lie. I suppose having a friend isn't so bad. It's just one after all, and I still have my privacy.
Naruto stops, almost abruptly. Then he looks at me, with a lifted eyebrow, "Well, be honest," he says.
"It was…very good," I mumble. The boy grins, I guess feeling quiet proud of himself. The sound of the first bell rings threw out the school, and I get up hauling my bag over my shoulder.
"Shit, I forgot my books in my dorm," Naruto says loudly and runs towards his dorm. I walk to my first class , math.
Naruto's POVI reach my room, and grab my books, then run towards my first class, which is science. I make it just in time, sliding into the classroom on my knees. My new science teacher looks down at me, pushing his rather large glasses up.
"Well I'm glade to see you're so excited about anatomy, but no need for a grand entrance. Take a set," he tells me, and I do so. The teacher looks really young, even though he has gray hair. He introduced himself as Mr. Yakush. Either way science was boring, except for the two boys in the back that were gossiping about how supposedly this guy and my old science teacher Mr. Orochimaru are having a love affair. It almost made me gag, but then I couldn't help but laugh at the thought. Of course this got Mr.Yakush attention and I got yelled at to be quiet and pay attention.
Either way classes were boring until I noticed I had math with Kiba, and I had Sasuke in the same PE class. My last class for the day is Language Arts. I walk into the room, and I look over the class, which is still a little empty seeing as how the bell isn't close to ringing yet. In the back I spot read hair, and the monotone expression on the red heads face told me it was Gaara. I head up to go sit next to him, but then I think about how maybe I shouldn't. Sasuke told me it'd be better to keep my distance. I feel a little happy though when I think back on what Gaara had said this morning. He had liked my singing, with a smile I decide it wouldn't hurt to sit next to him. What's the worst that could happen?
Nothing at all happened seeing as Gaara was silent through out the whole class, of course I didn't expect him to talk. However I couldn't help but every once in a while giving my self the pleasure of sneaking a brief glance at him. I was doing this so much I hardly noticed when the bell to end class rang. Gaara gets up looking at me, and I felt embarrassed, had he noticed me staring at him? With not a word said he walks out of the classroom, and like the love sick puppy I am I pathetically go run after him. I wanted to say something but it was hard for me to form words. He was walking just a few steps in front of me, and I started to trail behind, trying to think of something to say. It just felt like something needed to be said. My eyes dart about as I think, and then they land on the very attractive backside of the boy in front of me. I slap myself in the face, remembering how Sasuke had said to act normal.
Gaara stops ducking down to lean his bag against the flower bed wall, which didn't help to keep my eyes off his ass. I sit next to him, trying to act normal. After all we always hang out in the courtyard, today's not gonna be any different. The red head took out a camera, and seemed to be checking the film.
"What's that for?" I'm so grateful that the camera brought up conversation..
"I was already given an assignment in photography, one of my classes," Gaara mumbles. I was glade I got an answer so quickly. Then my face darkened, I remembered abruptly that he may have cut his finger again, and I couldn't stop my hand from reaching out to his hastily. I examine it, and see no trace of any self-mutilation, and let out a sigh, which was greeted with a prompt jerk, as Gaara annoyed pulled his hand away from mine. I give him a smile, his face expression stays cold.
I wish I knew about Gaara's home life. I wanted to know from his own word what it is that I help him to forget. I wanted to know about the boy. After all wanting to figure out rumors and really getting to know the boy is what started all this. This sitting in the courtyard with him….this falling in love with him. I remember how Gaara hadn't answered my question about summer yesterday and my heart drops. Maybe I had had a reason for my worrying all summer. Maybe Gaara really didn't like his home life, and he was miserable the whole time. I sadden thinking about it. A light flashes and spots appear before my eyes.
"Did..did you just take a picture of me!" I yell out in surprise, causing a lot of the boys who were passing us by to stop and stare.
"Yes," Gaara says plainly like it's the must natural thing in the world to take random pictures of people.
"Why?"
A/N: I'll stop it here before the chapter gets to long. A mini cliffhanger I guess you could say.