"Oh, Hinata-chan! You're fine!"

I looked around me with shifty eyes. The smell of antiseptic was getting too familiar. I cursed and quickly threw myself out of the hospital bed. I must have fainted again.

"Uh – Hinata – where are you going?"

I turned around and was faced with the Uzumaki Naruto – you know, the one I've been crushing on for like, ever. I felt myself turn redder than a ripe tomato, and before I knew it, I was on the floor again, passed out.

Damn it, I have got to stop fainting whenever Naruto was near me.

"Oi! Oi! Hinata!"

I came back to my senses a few moments later. To be once again met with the beautiful – no, dashing – eyes of Naruto.

DONTFAINTHINATADONTFAINT –

"Hinata, why do you keep fainting around me?"

I would have fainted again from a concussion (you know, from banging my head on the floor out of irritation), but miraculously, I think God had enough of me fainting for the day. I bit my lip in thought while Naruto kept staring at me.

"Hinata, is there always something on my face? From ramen or something?"

Okay, I seriously fainted again (from banging my head on the floor out of irritation again) because damn it, I am in love with a freaking idiot!

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Loving an Idiot: 411!
Hinata Fact # 1 –
I may be soft-spoken, but that doesn't mean my thoughts aren't FIERCE!

Disclaimer:Don't own Naruto.

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Loving an Idiot: Step ONE.
Provide them with apparent (freaking obvious) hints.

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"Hinata, I don't get it. What's so great about him?"

I looked at Sakura skeptically, who, in turn, was looking at me like I was stupid. I've crushed (hell, I've loved the guy for the past, what, million years now?) on Naruto for so long that basically the whole village picked it up, except for Naruto himself. And, since Sakura was one of his best friends since childhood, she would be surprised to find someone who actually loved the boy for who he was (he was chill and all, but dense. OBLIVIOUS!), though the Haruno did love the boy like a brother.

"I – uh – I don't know!"

I was ready to pull my hair out. If I had known why I was in love with an idiot,then I wouldn't be in love with him in the first place! I love him for who he is. I love him a lot. That's all I can say. (Damn it, does that make me an idiot, too?!)

"Hinata –"

"Okay, Sakura. I think he's really handsome and he's really nice and funny and...I don't really care if he's an idiot. But I wish he'd get all these hints!"

"Hinata, he is dense."

I refrained from screaming.

"I FREAKING KNOW THAT ALREADY!"

Okay, so maybe I did scream.

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I am so hopeless.

At my ripe age of eighteen, my love life is still nonexistent. It's not even a tiny spec in the universe! But I guess that's my fault. I've turned down every date I've got asked to (who am I to lie to them and my own feelings?), and I've never really thought about giving up my attempts to win over Naruto. But I've also got to thank my wonderful Father, who is overprotective times a million, for scaring away potential boyfriends (is Naruto intimidated? I would be).

So, with the summer ending around the corner, and my first days of being a senior at Konoha Leaf Academy, a prestigious private school (that's not really all that 'prestigious'), I've really got to get a move on with my life.

I will not fail.

Uzumaki Naruto, by the end of senior year, you will be mine!

(And no, I'm not a slut! I'm going to win you over fair and square!)

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"What're you doing for the last weeks of summer, Naruto?"

"I dunno. Making every second of having no homework count, I guess."

I inwardly swooned; he grinned! The trademark Uzumaki grin!

(God, I am not a fangirl! Yeesh!

And yes, I have major issues. I'm working on it.)

"Maybe we can go get ramen together, sometime?"

I smiled when his eyes brightened. Even though it was all horribly reversed (because guys are supposed to ask girls out on dates), I still enjoyed every moment of it.

Throughout my life, I've had trouble speaking out. I was too shy, too timid, too scared to speak my mind and let my voice be heard. After meeting my best friends, Haruno Sakura, Tenten, and Yamanaka Ino, I admit I've gotten better at speaking my mind. They all taught me that letting my voice be heard wasn't something to be scared of.

But mostly, ninety percent of my thanks and gratitude has to go to Naruto. The one I love.

Naruto's had a troubled past, being an orphan and a social reject. But even through that horrible childhood, he had the courage to move on, to speak up! He wasn't scared to tell people what his dreams and ambitions were; even though he knew they would shoot them down and call him a failure, he still told them.

He taught me that what I want would never be truly what I want unless I let people know.

For him, I try to break out of my shell. Because even if he doesn't realize it, I am completely grateful for the lessons he's taught me. The lessons about life. The lessons that taught me that speaking out was not a bad thing; that people would listen to me if I had a voice to speak!

And for that, I truly love him.

Yeah, I'm still eighteen.

Yeah,love is a strong word.

But I mean it. I really do!

"Yeah, we should."

I smiled again. He really was a prince charming. In his own, very-hard-to-see way. And I guess something happened, so that his hand brushed against mine – so –

"Hinata! Hinata!"

GOD, WHAT A MOMENT RUINER!

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I find the hospital as my best friend. I'm a frequent returnee.

"Seriously, Hinata, why do you keep fainting around me? Or are you just sick today?"

I had a sudden impulse to scream out, "BECAUSE I FREAKING LOVE YOU, IDIOT!", but that died down when I felt his hand on my forehead.

Yep. Out cold. Again.

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Step ONE: Provide them with apparent (freaking obvious) hints.
They'll get it. Eventually.
Repeat and continue this step until realization pops up and they realize you like/love them.

Step ONE:
FAILED AND REPEATING.

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A/N:Okay, so I said in Chapter 17, that this idea was in my head.
And, I originally forgot about it, until the old file popped up!
Not entirely sure if I want to make this a real fanfic, but let me know if you guys want it done.
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Thanks for reading!