A/N: Sorry for the late post! Earthquakes, hurricanes, Philadelphia is like ending. Anyways, here you go :)

I do not own the characters!

Gaara's POV

In the shower, I realized I did have a lot of dried blood on my wrists. The water was running pink, and I'm pretty sure one of the cuts opened up. Sighing, I disregarded my arms and lathered my body with soap. It smelled like Sasuke, and I was ok with that. His scent was soothing, almost reminding me of a home I never had.

After washing off the soap I washed my hair, and turned off the shower. I didn't want to waste all the hot water in case Sasuke was planning on getting in the shower. I look at the clothes he set out while I dried myself off. The pants looked as though they would be to long on me, and the shirt would be loose fitting. I pulled on the boxers, followed by the long blue jeans and the shirt. I felt better, and my headache was going away.

"Hey, you're done." As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, I was greeted by his voice.

"Yes, thank you." I turned my head to examine the house a bit more. It was rather large.

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

"Seems fine to me." As long as I didn't have to return to my home, anything was ok.

I followed him into his living room, where the blanket and pillow was still on the floor, and the blanket I was supposed to use was on the couch. He was looking at DVD's.

"How about this one?" He showed me the cover of a movie. Brokeback Mountain.

"That's fine." I took a seat on the couch and waited for him to play it.

It's weird to think about. Someone who might actually want me to be with them. Here I was, in someone else's house, watching movies and eating with them. I may have acquired a friend. But if it's just friendship, then what is this weird tingling in my heart that's telling me I want more?

Sasuke's POV

After starting the movie, I glanced over to make sure Gaara was ok. The movie can be a little uncomfortable for straight men, but Gaara seemed to have no problem with it. In fact, he appeared to be getting closer and closer to me, as if he were trying to snuggle with me but didn't know how to approach me.

Reaching my arm over, I made sure I rested it on his shoulder. He shifted at first, but leaned into me. I could smell the shampoo he used on his hair, and the brush of his face against my shoulder made me smile. His skin was so fair and soft, I wondered how the cuts he made didn't kill him.

I didn't really watch the movie, just watched Gaara. Almost at the end, he looked up at me and almost smiled.

"You're watching me."

"I just think you're..i think you're cute."

"Hm." That was all he said, but he got closer to me, which means he didn't mind at all.

After the movie ended, he stretched a little and stood up. He still looked tired, and by now it was almost 5PM. Dinner time.

"I'm going to go make something for dinner. You can stay if you want." Truth is, I didn't want him to leave.

Gaara's POV

He asked me if I could stay, and deep down I wanted to, but I couldn't. I knew that by now my family would be angry with me. Not worried (well, maybe Temari) but angry that I wasn't home, locked away inside.

"I can't..my father doesn't know I'm here." I pulled my wristbands back over my wrists.

"I'll walk you back then." He stood up and slipped on sandals, and I put my shoes back on as well. I stood at the door waiting for him, and when he was ready we started walking.

"You never told me why you cut yourself, Gaara. I'm you're friend, I want to help you." He was back on this.

"I was probably messed up when I did it."

"We both know thats a lie." He grabbed my arm lightly and stopped walking. His dark eyes were looking into mine, and they were filled with concern.

"Fine. My father and I got into an argument. Happy?" I wanted to start walking now.

"Does he hit you, Gaara?" His eyes were looking at the small bruise I had on my eye, which I was sure my eyeliner and bags had covered.

"Sometimes." I shrugged. I wasn't expecting him to pull me into a hug, letting my face burrow into his chest. His scent was surrounding me.

"I want you to be safe." He whispered, before pulling away slightly. He was looking down at me, and he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. To my surprise, my mouth opened a little, letting him gain entrance into my mouth. His tongue was dominating mine, which was fine with me. I finally pulled away, panting.

I didn't mean to leave him standing there, shocked and hurt while I ran away, trying to gather my thoughts.