Author's Note: Okay so after disappearing for a little while, I've decided to start writing again. I honestly just needed a little bit of inspiration but never got it and then eventually, I just forgot about the story. Then two years later, I decided to read it over and I literally laughed out loud. So feeling a little embarrassed, this is my new little collection of revamped songfics. If there's anybody out there still following me- here I am!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and any of the characters used in this songfic. Nor do I own the song "When It Was Me" by Paula DeAnda

Song Number One. When It Was Me by Paula DeAnda

And I'm not jealous, no I'm not
Ooh, ooh, I just want everything she's got
Ooh, ooh, you look at her so amazed
I remember way back when you used to look at me that way

Crash.

"Damnit, Ino, that was a present from Asuma Sensei," he ran a hand through his hair and he knew I hated it when he did that. His hair was out of his usual spiky ponytail and it was hard to get angry at him when he looked like that. I remember staying up late and cuddling with him, I used to be the one running my fingers through his hair, it felt like silk between my fingers.

"Why is it that Sakura told me that she saw you with Temari?" I said with malice in my voice. I picked up the closest object in my hand and aimed it at his head. A picture frame. It was a picture of us on our second anniversary and it broke my heart to see how happy we were. What happened to us?

"Calm down, Ino. How many times do I have to tell you? We're just friends. I only have eyes for you," I looked down at the picture frame and sighed, hating the fact that I let my insecurities get in the way.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I put the picture frame down, walked over to where he was standing and wrapped my arms around his waist. "I'm sorry."

That was a year ago.

After three more fights almost identical to first, Shikamaru finally got sick of it. I remember those exact words he said before walking out that door.

"All I asked for was an ounce of trust from you, Ino. I'm truly sorry that this couldn't work out. I wish I could say I love you but I really don't know how I feel about you anymore."

And after that, he closed the door. The voice in my head was telling me to go and apologize. To promise to never do that to him again. But my legs wouldn't move. After what felt like hours of staring that the door, my legs finally let out and I collapsed onto the floor. I let out the sobs that were once trapped in my throat. Even though nobody was here now to see, I cursed at myself for being so weak and insecure.

The weeks passed and I tried to busy myself with the flower shop. I took every large order that was placed and locked myself in the back room to make all of them. Whenever my parents tried to talk to me, I ignored them. Whenever my friends came to talk to me, I'd imagine that they weren't there. I was in my own place.

One day, I heard my father threatening Shikamaru's father, "look what your son's done to my little angel," he said, "she won't even talk to me anymore." I winced. A pang of guilt hit me as I realized what I was doing to my family. I sighed and got off the stool I was sitting on and opened the door to the back room. I grimaced as a ray of light hit me in the face, I wasn't used to the light anymore. I used to work from early in the morning until late at night. My father looked at my surprised and I hugged him. "I'm sorry, daddy," I whispered.

After realizing that day that I was acting like a complete idiot, I went upstairs to my room and looked at the mirror. I frowned at the frumpy old clothes I was wearing. Wow, being depressed has really had its toll on my fashion sense. I laughed, realizing it's been a long time since I've attempted to make a joke and quickly changed out of the clothes and into something fresh and clean.

I skipped down the stairs feeling a little better about myself until I heard a familiar voice talking to my mother.

"Hey, Mrs. Yamanaka." He sounded so happy. I don't remember how long it's been since I've herd him talk like that.

"Hello, Shikamaru. What can I do for you?"

"Just some flowers, please."

He took fifteen minutes trying to figure out what he wanted, taking his time asking my mother for all the meanings of the flowers. And as my mother was ringing up the flowers, she commented with laugh, "Must be for somebody special."

And the next ten words nearly broke my heart all over again.

"I think I'm going to ask her to marry me."

Tell me what makes her so much better than me
What makes her just everything I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can remember when it was me

And now you don't feel the same
I remember you would shiver every time I said your name
You said nothing felt as good as when you gaze into my eyes
Now you don't care I'm alive
How did we let the fire die?

Because I can remember when it was me.