I'm pretty sure I cried myself to sleep last night. The last thing I remembered was sobbing uncontrollably into my pillow, and when I woke up this morning my pillow was soaked through. Then again, that could just be my drool; I was known to drool like a garden hose turning on full power when I'm asleep. But be that as it may, I could still distinctly smell the saltiness of tears in the cotton. And my eyes were red and swollen when I woke up. Or maybe it was because I stayed up too late…

Whatever, I'm still pretty darn sure I cried myself to sleep.

And not just quiet sniffles, either. Like, loud gasping sobs complete with the annoying snot-running-out-your-nose factor. Ew. At one point the next-door neighbors called and demanded to know if they should call the police…or whatever… Tsunade-baachan assured them that all was well. ("What the fuck do you care?! You couldn't give a damn if he was being devoured by pi-fucking-ranhas!") But I was still crying.

Cause you see, I was up late reading some well written stories (I wasn't looking for ideas between Sasuke and I, honest!) on this website, and I was reading some stuff for this video game, Kingdom Hearts. There was this one where Sora and Riku were in the hospital, and…but anyway, Sora ended up DYING! And I just burst into tears, and crawled into a ball on my bed (but not before closing out the window and shutting my computer off and placing it on the floor by my bed) and…did whatever I did before I fell asleep.

…no, I am not a sissy.

Seriously!

You would've cried too!

I sighed, flopping my head down (painfully) onto the desk I was slumped behind. I really ought to stop talking to random people in my head. 'Tis not good for me health, methinks.

"Mr. Uzumaki, I realize that it is the last day of this school year, but it would make me feels so much better if you would exert just a tiny bit of energy and actually listen to what I have to say."

I yawned, and looked up at the teacher, careful to support a dull, glazed look in my eye, supporting the ever existent "I really wish I weren't here right now" button prominently on my non-existent vest. …Damn, I need to stop watching the yellow square singing thing with Sasuke (and he had the audacity to claim that the yellow thing and I had similarities…!)… That beside the point, I do not feel the need to point out that I enjoyed pissing off teachers immensely.

The teacher sighed, rolling her crimson colored eyes that would've looked damn freaky if it were anyone else, pushing one hand through her long dark wavy hair, the other placed on her hip. "You're so damn lucky I've already printed out the report cards, or you would so get a zero for the day." Several students snickered at her blatant use of profanity, but I merely blinked slowly at her. She blinked back before throwing her arms in the air in mock frustration. "Okay, seeing as some of us are unwilling to participate in actually listening to authority, I hereby announce the rest of the class to be spent doing whatever the hell you want. But I ask of you to please not reach beyond the noise level of a jet engine."

Oh, there she goes, trying to confuse us all with her fancy-shmancy long words. Little does she know…I have no clue what she just said.

So for the rest of that class period, me and the other little juvenile delinquents happily caused orderly mayhem while Ms. Kurenai sat boredly at her desk, reading something that looked suspiciously like a gay manga I saw at Barnes and Nobles recently. Wow, who knew that she had a gay fetish?

Sasuke happened to be in the honors English class, and was therefore not in this class with me, leaving poor ole' Naruto unhappy and alone and…and…and…

Bored.

Extremely.

And it gave me nothing to doooooooooo.

Except maybe sleep, gossip, or further socialize with my friends, but I don't really feel like it at the moment. Well, the gossiping and socializing; I'm nearly always up for sleeping (unless Sasuke suddenly decides that he wants to have a hot make out session…which hasn't happened yet. He keeps says, "I want to take it slow, Naruto." And that makes absolutely no sense to me because, hello, our sexual relationship because we got wasted and slept with each other. I really don't think there's any way to take the relationship further, so what's there to take slow? Gosh, sometimes that adorable little bastard is so confusing!).

So laid my head on the desk with the perfectly respectable expectation to go to sleep until the bell, but something stopped me. Rather, someone. Someone annoying. Someone…that I didn't even know really.

"Hey thar lover-boy!" sang out the one and only Kiba as he catapulted from his seat to my desk, landing on what I had, a second ago, been laying my head on, instantaneously breaking Class Room Rule Number 21, No booties on the table. Class Room Rule Number 21 was just after Class Room Rule Number 20, No drawing in class, and just before Class Room Rule Number 22, No humming or making any other distracting noises.

"Kiba, we're in English class, so shouldn't you actually attempt to use proper grammar and words that actually exist?" I asked, poking his stomach a little causing him to lean backwards precariously and flail his arms around like a large uncoordinated flightless bird. Like an emo. I mean emu. Once he had regained his balance, he grinned at me, showing the canines that he so obviously had filed down, and rumpled my messy blond hair. I swatted at his hands, and made…this really…weird…sound…that I don't even know how to describe.

"Oh, silly Naru-uke, the teacher is not teachering, so I dun care what I pronounce wrong, say in the incorrect order, or blatantly kill grammatically," he announced.

"Wow, those sure are some long words. Has your brain melted down yet from the overuse?"

"Hardee har har." He sat in silence for a moment, idly kicking his feet over the edge of my desk, before suddenly perking up. "Oh yeah! I came over here to tell you something!"

"You did, did you?"

"Shut up and listen, blondie! Anyway, like Saturday night, Shino went out and rented that Will Ferral movie for me 'cuz I was still recuperating—don't give me that look, I know what it means—and got some popcorn. But anyway it was called, like, Blades of Glory, or something, and it was so fucking funny! You and Sasuke should so totally see it! I mean, it was kind of a put off that the cute blond ended up getting a girlfriend when he was so brilliantly flaming, but I mean whatever, there were enough sexual innuendoes in there for me. It's like, halfway through the first part of the movie, Shino leans over and points at Jimmy and whispers to me, 'He is such a fag' in this really awful gay lisp, you know, like the stereotypical gay guy lisp, and I just burst out laughing, and Hana was screaming at us to shut up, but we couldn't because it was just so funny and-and-and NORTH KOREA!"

At this point Kiba had fallen off the desk he was laughing so hysterically, and a good portion of the class was looking at him warily; it was quite likely he had rabies, after all. Abruptly, he stopped laughing, and shot up to his feet. The rest of the classroom watched in anticipation. Then he opened he mouth and—

"Whatcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your junk? I'm gonna getchu, getchu drunk, getchu drunk off my lady humps!"

"OH DEAR LORD MY EARS! THEY BURN!"

-XxX(yay)z(yay)XxX-

Art! Yay art! Oh wondrous, joyful art!

Too bad I can't draw worth a damn.

Yeah that pretty much sucks.

Well I mean people are always coming up to me and yelling in my ear, "Oh mah Gawd, Naruto! You are such a good artist! I wish I could draw as well as you! How did you learn?!" And I'm always going, "No I'm not! I'm horrible! I suck at realism! Shut up and go away!" But then they don't and it's just so annoying!

However, it's completely different when Sasuke says stuff like that, because then I'd flutter my eyelashes, and ask in a hopeful voice, "You really think so, Sasuke? I think your pictures are much better though," even though we both know mine are better than his.

With it being the last day of school and all, me and the other art students were going through the containers of markers, throwing away the dried out and crusty ones, and trying to guess the color of the really messed up ones. Sakura was in this class with me, so she helped.

"I say this is blue."

"You blond idiot! It's clearly yellow!"

"Well, Miss Herbal Essence, how about you prove that it's yellow!"

"Well, how about I do, Mr Sheer Blond!"

"Are you insinuating that I dye my hair?!"

"And what if I am?"

"Oh no you di-n't!"

"Oh yes I di-d!"

"Well bring it on Pinky!"

"OH IT'S BEEN BROUGHT!"

"Um…Sakura? Naruto? That marker's red…"

"Oh…thanks Ten Ten!"

Nonetheless we still had to throw the whatever-color-it-was marker out. It was icky and crusty and dried out and capless and generally not pretty to look at. Unlike Sasuke. Who is very pretty to look at. And drool at.

-XxX(yay)z(yay)XxX-

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Darn you, clock, move faster!

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Faster I say!

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

I, the master of time, command ye!

Tick.

Tick.

RING.

Bwuzzah!

With an eagerness that will never be associated with attending school and doing its pointless work, I jumped out of my desk, scattering various papers that sure as hell didn't matter to me anymore, and flung myself to the doorway. Sadly I missed.

"Ow! Shit! Pain!"

-XxX(yay)z(yay)XxX-

I skipped merrily down the halls, utterly and completely happy. I mean, who wouldn't be? It was the last day of school! In fact, the bell rung, like thirty seconds ago, so school is over! For three months! Woo!

Last night (before reading those well written stories) I had talked to Sasuke and he said that his brother was coming to pick him up, and he said that I could bum a ride off him too…yay! No evil bus ride home for me!

As I rounded the corner, a felt a sudden strong tugging at the collar of my shirt (it was a nice orange color with the words 'Flippin' Sweet' on it) and I was reintroduced to Newton's First Law. Or was it Second? Third? Oh well, either way, I was the moving object, and some force had stopped me, blah blah, and something had to do with inertia, because my body kept wanting to go forward, but I couldn't because of the force holding me back, and so it was painful to my neck.

"GAKT!"

"How articulate, Naru-uke."

"Why is everyone calling me that?!"

"Well I find it extremely adorable and quite the turn-on." I grimaced.

"God, Hinata, you've been spending too much time with Sakura and Ino. I liked you better when you knew nothing of the world of teenaged boys making out with each other."

"Well that's too bad for you then. Hey, can I get you to drop me off at my house?"

"How would I do that?"

"Well, you're riding home with your precious Sasu-kins, aren't you?"

"How'd you know?"

"Call it a girl's intuition."

"I was screaming it during gym wasn't I?"

"Have you ever realized that a person looks the same constipated as he does orgasming?"

"…ew Hinata. Just ew."

She waved me off with her hand, the other flipping one braid over her shoulder. She had tied a bandana around her head, had on a tie-dye crop top with a ribbed tank underneath, and some bell bottoms. She looked like a hippy.

…I may have to borrow those jeans some time…

Anyway.

I continued my merry skipping out to the front of the school, Hinata following like the stubborn little person she had become over years of…doing…stuff…yeah. Sasuke wasn't out yet (probably crying over his gym locker or something….he's just that sentimental…even though we're coming back in three months) but Itachi was pulled up to the curb in his really ugly-colored 70s Cougar. I mean, the car was awesome, but the paintjob…wasn't. It was a darkish green, and was peeling. Sasuke wanted to paint it black. Kisame wanted it blue with sharks. Deidara wanted it to have various explosions on it. Tobi wanted it orange. I agreed with Tobi.

It had a date with a detailer in a couple days to be painted pink. Itachi gets what Itachi wants.

Once he sighted me, Itachi leapt out of his cougar like the beautiful fairy princess he was, and pranced over to me before enveloping me in a hug.

"Oh, Naru-uke, I had the worst day ever! Okay, so first, last night, I totally forgot to do laundry so I had to wear the same pair of pants I wore yesterday, and I feel so dirty! And second, when I took my shower today, I noticed I had these icky little pimply things developing in between my man-breasts, and I was totally embarrassed, because they're just so red, and out there! But luckily I still had some of that Mary Kay de-pimple-izer, or whatever it's called, so I put it on, and I think it's looking better (I can only hope so). And then, throughout the day, I was wearing my really sexy tight short, but my nipples just wouldn't stop being perky, and I'm positive that I looked so stupid standing in line at the fabric store in my sexy shirt with my nipples standing out!"

"Oh…I'm sorry," I mumbled out, as I tried to swallow down the bile that had risen in my throat. Luckily I was saved by the Sasuke.

"Oi, Nipple-boy, in the car." I turned to Sasuke with the look of utmost gratitude on my face, or at least I could assume. He grinned at me before proceeding to roll his eyes at Itachi. Itachi had detached me, and bounded over to the Cougar where Kisame was waiting, the song 'Teenagers' blaring through the radio. (I must say that My Chemical Romance was completely, utterly, and perfectly politically correct when they wrote the song.)

"'Nata, you need a ride?" Sasuke asked, looking behind me at my tagalong. She nodded.

"Oh, yes please."

"Hop in."

She did just that.

Sadly (…well, maybe not sadly, per se) the backseat of the car was only made to fit two people, and Itachi was in the driver's seat while Kisame was in the passenger seat. So that meant that someone had to sit on someone else's lap. What with me and Sasuke being officially together, and whatnot, I was elected to be the sitter of the seat, the seat being Sasuke's oh-so comfortable (-y sexy) lap. Once we were situated enough so that we wouldn't go flying out the back, since the top was down, Itachi revved the engine twice before speeding out of the school parking lot.

The song on the radio had switched to 'Show-Stoppers.' I found it immensely appropriate…in a sense…or something…

As we pulled farther away from the school, I looked back, my hair flopping in my face. "Bye, high school…" I murmured.

"Dumbass," Sasuke smirked, "we're coming back in three months. Or something."

"Don't you think I know that retard?!" I demanded, smacking him lightly in the shoulder. Hinata sighed heavily beside us.

"All boys are idiots."


The author-ess laughs maniacally before crying and crawling into a ball in the corner. She blames school. And she got all A's on her three-week report, so you'd better be damn proud of her. And she's up at one-thirty in the morning on a school night, so worship her, bitches. Well, not really, but appreciate her in some manner…the purple button of love is a nice token. Yes, the one in the bottom left hand corner…

As far as the length of the chapter, sorry, she couldn't think of anything else. She has a lot of stuff she wants to write SO BADLY but CAN'T because SHE HAS NO TIME. BLAAAAAAAAH.

Also, she's been drawing shit loads, so if you want to see what she's drawn, her name on deviatART is Mystchiae, but you should know that since she's mentioned it many times.

So, if all goes according to plan, there should be ONE MORE CHAPTER and she's done, and off to bigger and better things WITH PLOT.