After the mall, we went back home so I could instruct him on how to be a woman. It took all day, but he finally understood that we like to be more than just sex partners. At least most of us. I also started to teach him food etiquette. It was late when we finally stopped, so Mr. uncontrolled libido left to score. I was worn out by teaching him what no man really ever fully learns in a life time, so I laid down in bed. I was kept awake as memories of our childhood flooded me.

"Hi, I'm Hana. Wanna be my friend?" I held out my hand on my first day of preschool and asked Deidara, who was finger painting a blue cat.

"OK," He nodded, wiped his nose the back of his blue hand, and shook my hand, making it blue too.

"Wanna go play blocks?" I asked after he finished painting his picture.

"OK," He nodded and we played with blocks until nap time.

In kindergarten, we had our first fight, but we made up seconds later. I don't even remember what the fight was about.

First grade, he broke his hand when he fell off a tree. I was there, almost every day while he recovered, helping with his school work.

In Second grade, I broke my leg playing kickball. He wasn't even playing, but he kept saying it was his fault. It was Fourth graders' I was playing fault. He returned the favor and stayed by my side and got my work for me when I couldn't get it myself.

In Third grade, we got into a fight over my hair length, so we weren't friends for a week or so. We made up when I decided to take his advice and let it grow.

Fourth grade, we were best friends, nigh inseparable. When his father died, we stood side-by-side at his father's funeral. We cried and held hands, not meaning anything romantic back then.

Fifth grade, we had our first school dance, but we both skipped it to see a movie with my family.

Then, in sixth grade, we attended my mother's funeral. I cried on his shoulder and he stayed by my side the whole time. It was also then that we shared our first kiss, but it ended in an 'let's not do this again anytime soon'.

Seventh grade, we became glued at the hip and practically lived together, as every night we stayed over at the other person's house. Our parents were fine with the arrangement as they trusted us and knew nothing would happen.

Eighth grade, we had other friends, but we were still best friends. It was also then that he got his first girlfriend. She slept with him a few times and broke up with him for an older guy. Being broken up with really hurt him, so he vowed to never be used like that again. As soon as he told me he had a girlfriend, I realized that I loved him. I always had, but it took him being unavailable for me to know how I felt. I wanted to tell him, and almost did, but he told me that he got dumped, so instead I mended him as best I could. To this day, only I know how I feel about my best friend.

In high school, he started his player ways and I became his right-hand man. I didn't want to, but I couldn't bear losing him, so I went along with it. I became the most hated girl in the whole town, but that didn't matter to me, as long as he was happy. I made sure he kept up his work so we could go to college together. He really didn't want to go, but I told him it would be a chance of a life time. He finally agreed, but he kept insisting that we wouldn't get into the same school, as my grades were top of the class, and he just barely scraped by. While it always was my dream to attend an Ivy-league school, I could not leave Deidara behind. For the love of my life, I went to the fifth best school in the state, not the first best in the continent. For him, I ruined my life. For him, I'd do anything.

Sorry for the short chappy! I feel it's as next to perfect as possible, so I'm posting it. Once again, if you don't like it, have ideas, requests, or whatever, please review!

Thanks!-Deida