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Drabble Collection – For better or for worse, no matter what, my girl will always come first. (Ino/Temari) (Friendship)
Like all of my work this is just something that happened to float through the empty void inside my head. Like it or hate it please R and R as honest opinions are always welcomed, as are random acts of worship.
Lamb: Well here is the nest instalment of this insane thing, all I can say is I hope you all enjoy it.
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Dedi: This drabble is dedicated to Drunksonic.
Lamb: As always sorry for any bad spelling and if you feel the need to throw things at me please wait until I've hidden behind the sofa kay!?
Muse: On with the fic!
Ring, ring,
Why don't you give me a call,
Ring, ring,
The happiest sound of them all,
Ring, ring,
I stare at the phone on the wall,
And I sit all alone impatiently,
Friends: Asks you to write down your number.
Best Friends: Has you on speed dial.
The two blondes were out of the door almost before the bell had rung signalling the start of lunch and bounded down the corridor, scattering a group of startled first years, towards their lockers. It was a daily routine and most of the student body now moved out of the path of the two blue eyed ballistic missiles without even realising it. It had become a survival instinct, it was either get out of the way or they'd run you over.
They skidded to a halt, shoes squeaking on the floor, by their respective lockers, which handily were right next to each other. And as they set about the task of placing stuff on the shelves and removing the things that they would want over lunch they continued the debate that they had begun during class. A heated conversation discussing the rumour that a certain Hyuuga Neji was thinking about asking out a charming brunette girl of their acquaintance. Not that they would ever think of lowering themselves by gossiping about their friend's love life.
"He will."
"He won't."
"Will!"
"Won't!"
"Yup."
"Nope."
It was the verbal equivalent of a tennis match, the only difference being that no one, apart from the two blonde's in question, had any idea what the rules were. It was a common enough feeling for anyone who spent much time in the company of Yamanaka Ino and Sabaku no Temari, the feeling that you were playing some sort of game. But more over it was the sort of game where the rules, most of which you didn't know anyway, kept on changing the more you played.
"I tell you he will." Ino insisted, nodding her head for emphasis while she scrabbled around on the top shelf for her iPod.
"And I tell you he won't." Temari was just as insistent as her pale skinned friend was. "Hyuuga won't ask Tenten out no matter how much he likes her, cus he's got a stick shoved so far up his ass that –"
"Hey guys." The sugar sweet voice broke through the friendly bickering and both girls turned to face the new comer.
"Oh, hey Sakura." Ino said, giving the green eyed girl a slight smile, while Temari ignored her presence and just rubbed her shoulder which her bestfriend had hit with a textbook only moments before.
"Ino can you tell me your number?" Sakura said, smiling at the two blonde's now leaning side by side against the lockers. "I've got a new phone and lost all my numbers."
"Sure," Ino responded, digging around in her pocket for her own mobile. "Just wait while I find it, I know I programmed it on here."
"You don't know your own number?" The pink haired teen gasped a little shocked.
"Nope." She said, light blue eyes dancing as she flashed a megawatt smile in her bestfriend's direction who just shock her head in resignation.
"But you've had the same one for about three years now." The incredulity was clearly evident in Sakura's voice, she, no doubt had already memorised her new phone number.
"Well its not like she ever has to call herself, is it?" Temari finely entered the conversation and didn't bother to keep the withering sarcasm out of her voice. There was just something about the Haruno girl that always seemed to rub her up the wrong way.
"Don't you know Ino's number? You're supposed to be bestfriends after all." The not so subtle jibe about the definition of their friendship was not missed by either blonde and Temari suddenly recalled just what it was about the preppy pink haired female that got to her so much. It was the fact that she was a sneaky, underhand bitch.
"Nah, I just press '2' then call," The dark blonde girl said as she suppressed a yawn. "S' called speed dial ya know pinky."
"Two?" Ino repeated, eyeing the other blonde with interest. "Then who's number one?
"No doubt it's Nara." And the smile that Sakura flashed the pair was anything but friendly. "Picking a guy over Ino doesn't sound like the sort of thing a real bestfriend would do."
"Nah. Shika's number seven, right behind my shrink." Came the blithe response as Temari rolled her eyes before turning to her bestfriend "One is Pizza Hut, of course. You really should have known that since you programmed in the number."
"Oh yeah." Ino said as recollection struck and latching onto Temari's arm the pair began bouncing off down the corridor once more leaving in their wake one rather pissed of Haruno Sakura.
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Lamanth