Author's note: Goddamn, I've been working on this thing off and on since oh freaking six. I have no idea how to finish it, or what to do… and looking at the earlier chapters makes me cringe, but I refuse to let this fict die! Banzai!

Disclaimer: Yeah I totally own it. NOT. Pshh, had ya going there for a sec, tardo. :p

I find myself sitting on that comfortable dark blue water bed that I had slept in so many times as a kid, back when me and Sasuke had actually been friends.

I felt a small pang in my heart when I remembered all the times we had shared together before things got weird. Well, before the Uchiha got weird and then that one night happened.

A blush begins to creep its way up my neck as I remember the way his slim, pale body felt against mine. I latterly shook the thoughts out of my head, causing said boy to raise an eyebrow at me.

"Your blushing, dobe. Are you thinking about me…?" he grinned seductively, inching a bit closer to my side of the large bed. I jumped back about a foot, hitting the back of my skull against the headboard. I wince, and begin to curse in pain.

"Kuso! Itai! Teme, stay away! Let's just work on this damn project, please!"

I glared at him as he simply shrugged, those nimble fingers opening up his black notebook to find a clean page. I regret agreeing to his suggestion of working on the project in his room- it held too many memories.

"So, dobe… I guess I'll ask questions first…" He snatched up a black pen and began writing my name at the top of the page in his perfect penmanship before continuing- annoying smirk still adorning his pale lips.

"How old are you…?"

"Sasuke-teme, you know that!" I glared, already becoming annoyed.

"Ugh, sixteen!"

He nods, smirk widening as he scribbles down my answer.

"Okay, who's your best friend…?"

I give him a strange look before responding. "You were… but umm, I don't know now. Maybe Shikamaru or Kiba but… I don't really talk to them much anymore…"

"Why not me anymore?"

My eyes widen as I point a finger at him accusingly "What do you mean, why? Uhhh BECAUSE YOU'RE A CREEPY LETCH WHO WONT STOP TRYING TO GET IN MY PANTS!"

"And…?"

"What do you mean and?" I begin to eye him suspiciously. In response he just looks back down at his paper, writing something down quickly.

"Sasuke, do you…. Miss me?"

In response he snorts, raising an eyebrow and giving me an incredibly rude face. I raise my hands, shaking my head at the dark haired boy in front of me. "I know, I know, It's a stupid question… lets just… get this over with."

"You right, it is a stupid question. Because of course I miss you, you freaking idiot. You were my only friend, I liked your retarded blonde ass for years, and when I finally make a move on you, you go for it, only to reject me the next day. And now…. I'm not your best friend anymore? What a dick." He shoots me his famous Uchiha death glare once before calmly picking up his pen again.

"Next question, what is your-"

"Sasuke-teme! Is that really how you feel?" I can't help but be incredibly shocked at hearing my usually stotic and dickish friend basically confessing all his feelings. Feelings that I had apparently hurt. This day was just getting weirder and weirder, and suddenly I felt like a huge dick. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Well obviously, teme. I finally have you for mine for one pathetic night, then you start avoiding me. Then this short creepy little midget red head shows up and steals you away? Gah, just forget it. Let's finish this damn essay before I make another one of my random seduction attempts and push you away any further…"

I look up to see his face very serious, and very annoyed.

"Teme, lets just talk about this… I'm sorry I hurt your feelings! But I don't like you like that! You've been my best friend; just stop being a damn creeper!"

"Well, I'm no longer satisfied with being your best friend. Anyways, there's really no point in even asking you questions. You favorite color is orange, you like ninjas and crappy j-rock bands, I know all about your history, your mental problems, your strengths and weaknesses, so… since this is probably my last chance, lets not waste it."

I sit there, my mouth gaping like a carp as he begins to slink towards me from across the bed extremely seductively. He's suddenly right before me, stroking my face as I finally gulp and re-learn to speak.

"I thought… you… didn't want to push me further away…" I remind him, nervously.

He smirks, as he leans in closer, his breath warm on my face. "Guess it can't be helped, dobe…"

As his lips touch mine I look up, noticing something red outside the larger of the two windows in his room. Something very red, and very pissed off.