Robin: woo! I saw DIR EN GREY in concert! I know, I know, nothing to do with Naruto, right? WRONG. The guy in front of me was wearing a Sasuke t- shirt. So yeah, it's relevant.

But yeah. It was the greatest day of my life.

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto it would be in the ADULT SECTION!

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So I just sit here, for what feels like hours, until I hear the 4th period lunch bell rings.

I slowly lift my head from the table and look around to see the halls filled with students, laughing and talking excitedly to one another. I look back down and scratch my leg.

'God these pants are itchy- wait! These pants…?.'

It didn't even click when Gaara was saying it, but he was right. They were Sasuke's pants alright. They were tight, black and itchy.

'But why the hell were Sasuke's pants in my room….?'

The owner of said pants tapped me on the shoulder and gave me something like a slightly forced smile. 'Creepy…'

"Hey Naruto."

"Uh, hi Sasuke….."

"So that explains it."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

He points down to his loose, ripped blue jeans.

'Wait… everyone knows that Sasuke doesn't wear loose, ripped blue jeans…. And those little orange swirls……..!'

"Hey! Those are mine! What are you doing in my pants!"

The other people sitting at the table turn to gawk at our conversation; my face turns bright red, Sasuke meerly smirks.

"You must have put on the wrong ones after we…. Well, you were pretty wasted after all."

Eye widen, he smirks again. Fucking me will do nothing for his cool reputation, me, one of the biggest weirdoes in school however… well this will ruin me.

"Well, uh, can I have them back…?" I try whispering, even though it's a little late to try and be discreet.

He puts a finger to his lip and looks sideways, as If considering it. He looks around, toying with me, stalling.

My patience starts wearing thin.

"Well?"

His look of consideration turns into a smirk. "If you want them, then come and get them."

And with those words, that damn Uchiha walks away, leaving me flustered, embarrassed, and with all eyes on me.

I get up to follow that asshole, but am cornered by that freak Lee.

"Heya, Naruto!"

'Ughh…. Those eyebrows…'

'I say we kill him'

'Shut up!'

"Uh… hi… Lee…"

I try to walk past him, but am stopped by his arm on my shoulder. I'm not really in the mood for socializing. Especially not with him. I quickly turn around and look him straight in the eye. For a second he meets my hateful look with his own fiery glare, then his eyes soften.

"Naruto, I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop."

"Stop what?"

"You know…"

"I know what!"

'What the fuck is this psycho talking about!'

He looks down, then back up, regaining his fire. He throws his fist up in the air and shouts "HE'S MINE!"

His voice echoes throughout the cafeteria and AGAIN all eyes are on me.

So here I am, Uzumaki Naruto, the dictionary definition of embarrassed.

I shift my eyes down for a second, and then back up.

'What the hell am I embarrassed for! I'm Uzumaki Naruto, damnitt!'

"What the hell are you talking about Lee!" I shout back, equally loud, to find that…. thing… is missing.

'What the hell was that all about!'

I make my way across the cafeteria, still all eyes on me. "WHAT THE HELL ARE ALL OF YOU LOOKING AT!"

All eyes turn.

'Great, now everyone thinks I'm even weirder….'

Another bell rings. Now its time for me to have lunch. I guess I shouldn't have skipped… oh well. I give up on Sasuke for now (he has class during 6th lunch) and walk to my usual corner, under a tree, outside in the courtyard, just a glance away from Gaara's table.

The table is empty.

'Maybe he's in the bathroom…'

I sit there, my eyes not moving from the table, waiting to see him. That's what I do everyday, watch that table, watch him sit there, with his head down, talking to no one.

I sat there one day with him; he just kept staring at me. I asked him what he was doing at the psychologist. He didn't answer. I told him about myself a little. He listened… I think. Just before the bell rang he spoke. He asked me "why did you sit here?" I guess that made me feel a little unwanted, I never went back again.

It's so loud out here. Talking, laughing, everyone's with there friends. I'm all alone, like always. It's alright though… I'm used to it. But now, because of that damn Sasuke, people are starting to notice me again.

I don't care if people notice me anymore, just one is enough.

Just… him.

"What are you staring at?"

My eyes widen, and I turn around, to see said redhead behind me, with that same old emotionless face. 'Gods, he looks good today'.

I space out for a second, then remember his question.

"Uhh…"

His pale green eyes shift from the ground to looking straight into mine. I blush.

'Whoa.'

"Oh… uh… I dunno. I was, uh, just wondering if you were in the bathroom…"

'Smooth, Uzumaki, Smooth. That's a great way to get a guys attention, tell him about "how you were wondering about his bowl movements. Real smooth.'

"Oh. Well, I wasn't."

"Oh... errr… okay." I try to laugh it off, sounding stupid.

He lowers himself slowly, sitting next to me.

'HOLEY SHIT! HE'S SITTING WITH ME!'

He gives me this questioning look, and I realize that I'm grinning. I quickly replace that with a deep blush, and the sides of Gaara's lips quiver slightly.

He looks away.

A few minutes pass, and it starts getting REALLY awkward.

"So… err… Gaara, what's on your mind?"

He turns for a second, looking me in the eyes, then he looks away again.

"You."

"…..eh?"

"Why did you stop?

"Stop what..?

"….sitting with me."

'huh?'