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SATURDAY 18/4/15 – HHOOOLLIIIDDAAYYYSS!!! YYEESSS!!!! It's time for a SEXY PARTY!!!!

Slept in late. loved it. YYEESSS! My birthday is in 8 days. Still worried about Sasuke and Naruto's secret Conspiracy. Oh well, I'll deal with it then. Now im up I'm bored so im gonna go celebrate the Hols with Gaara.

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CELE-BRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!

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20/4/15 – Gaara is still here. He has lived here for the past three days. Literally. He slept over the last two nights because we stayed up playing super ancient old version of Mario. GO MARIO!

Ohh… we are so dead, on Sat night we stayed up playing Mario, then we went to Gaara's, then we went to the lake (it's nearly frozen over as it get's colder) then we went back to my place and played Crash Bandicoot instead. Then we fell asleep on the couch (both of us, and lord knows how we fitted) and then Naruto came over and threw pillows at me.

"Umm…" Naruto started, walking in the door.

I rolled over and fell off the couch, me head collided with the floor and I swore loudly. I hear a random groan and then a body rolls over and Gaara's head collides with mine which once again meet's the floor. We both swear loudly.

Naruto control's laughter and we both stand rubbing out heads. "Stupid floor…" I mutter. "It's always there when you want it least…"

Naruto sat down, once again fighting mad laughter. "You both look dead."

"We are." Both of us snap angrily. "And we planned to stay that way! But you RUINED IT!"

"Eh…hehheh…" Naruto laughed awkwardly, thinking it might have been a bad time to come over.

We glare at him angrily before I retreat to the bathroom to wash my face. Eehh…Pimples…

It's the 20th. FIVE DAYS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY! WWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Once I actually get out of my PJ's (which I have lived in for the last 2 days strait) I ask Naruto why he came.

He shrugs. "I'm bored, I came earlier but you two looked so cute I didn't disturb you, but then I got too bored and just sat and threw pillows at you until you woke up."

"I don't think it's possible for me to look cute in the morning." I yawn.

"Erm… one: It's not morning, and Two: you were all cuddly and adorable!" Naruto smiled and I slammed the fridge door. Glaring at him.

"Ok, what time is it?' I snap, ignoring his number two comment.

"3pm."
"Shit. What day is it?"

"erm… Monday?"

"Fuck." I drop the milk I have gotten out of the fridge and ran for my bedroom, getting into my work clothes. "WORK IN HALF AN HOUR! GO AWAY!" I scream to the boys downstairs. "I'M GONNA BE LATE BITCHES! MOVE!"
I run downstairs, hairbrush in my mouth and tying up my messy blonde hair quickly. I sprint out the door and then think twice, running back inside I reach into Naruto's pocket and take his car keys. "Borrowing your car. Deal with it." And sprint off.

Naruto looks blankly. "We'll just wait here then…" he says slowly.

Gaara shrugs. "Weird girl." Picking up the milk he fixes the couch and sits down again.

As for work, it was typical, I saw Sakura and co. Sasuke and I just lay about on the Grain bags since not many companies want deliveries today.

"So your birthday's in…?"

"Five days." I fill in for him. "Sweet Sixteen."

He nods. I worry. Then finally a new order comes in.

"Hanuro Household Sora." Sasuke tells me. "I'm bored so I'll come." I nod and we

We drive there and back, it's boring and I start to wish I stayed in bed and skipped work. Afterwards the shift ends, and I yawn.

"Oi, Sasuke!" I call after the boy. "Come back with me! I've got Naruto's car!" I hold up the key's triumphantly. Sasuke laughs suddenly. "Yeah, Naruto's."

I stop. "It's yours isn't it?"

Sasuke nods. "Here, I'll drive you back."

"Oh no, no, no!" I snatch the key's out of his reach. "I'm driving."

He sighs. "Fine. We can practise your speaking." He grins evilly.

"Ok you drive." I surrender.

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Tuesday 21/4/15 – four days until birthday

Bored. Everyone went home. Note to self: never keep Sasuke in the same room with Gaara ever again. Again.

I didn't heed my own words. I should have. Those boys DON'T mix!

It took another joint effort from em and Naruto to distract them from their glare-ness. It was horrible, me and Naruto were at the point of getting me to jump out the window or dress as a robber and invade the place while 'I was in the bathroom'.

But we didn't have to resort to that, because I just screamed 'OH MY GOD HOT CHEERLEADERS UNDRESSING!' and Gaara looked.

It was good enough. Sasuke might not have, but Gaara did. That's all we needed, in his moment of weakness I tackled him and Naruto removed Sasuke from the crime scene.

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Wednesday 22/4/15 – 3 days until birthday

Spent day on own today besides work, which I spent in the LOVELY company of …

ITACHI! Joy!

He was at the work, Sasuke wasn't there (thank god, I can't imagine how awkward it would have been) either was Naruto.

Itachi just stood there. "So you're Sasuke's new Girlfriend?"

Im speechless. THAT BASTARD! HE TOLD HIS FAMILY I WAS HIS GIRLFRIEND! Here was a decision for me, suddenly, without them around, I could now openly ruin Sasuke's plan to bring Naruto along, and ruin everything.

Right here I could expose Sasuke as a liar and make him sound desperate as hell, right now I could disgrace him and make suspicions form in Itachi's mind about whom he really likes.

Guilt plagued me, all the thing's he's done for me, the times he's saved my job by speaking to his parents, all the nice thing's he's done.

I grimace, and then hide it behind a smile. "Y-Yeah, you're Itachi, right?" I say, friendly as possible, trying to hide the small shy stutter that always came with being around somebody new. "We have met only once before. I'm Sorano."

He nods, surveying me. "I know," He gives me another cold glance, then smirks. "Bye."

"G'bye!" I say quickly as he leaves.

God, what have I gotten myself into? All the hard work they put into persuasion meant nothing, all in all, it'd been my decision. Great.

Well, at least they can't say I never do anything for them.

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2:04 am

Went to Gaara's for dinner. Strange thing happened.

Temari and I cooked dinner together and Kankuro (I don't like him) and Gaara argued over something about house plans.

They both retreated to the computer room the look something up on the internet and I chopped carrots quietly.

"So, you and Gaara are close friends now…" she said absently.

"Mmm, yeah, he's a great friend." I assure her.

Silence.

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More of the stuff…

Suddenly Temari stoped short of severing a tomato's head. "Sora? I-If Gaara…ever…" She stops, choosing her words, and lowering her voice. "If he ever gets… angry… please, don't stick around. Run." She looks at me, concerned.

I nearly slip and cut my finger, I spin to look at her. "We've had arguments before, why in the world would I run?" I say, almost sharply.

Temari bites her lip, then shakes her head. "Just keep it in mind, okay?"

I shake my head too. "Ok, but still. He's my friend, and if I ran when we got on each other's nerves nothing in this world would ever go my way."

Temari sighed. 'You don't understand. But it doesn't matter, how have your holidays? Gaara slept at your place a few nights, what did you do?"

There was nothing suss in her tone, so I told her we just played old Video Games together and the such, she seemed to take that without a dirty mind so I let the other comment about running slip.

Why in the world would I do that? That makes no sense!

There house is nice, It has only one reminder for each family member of their life in the sand, each which Temari said they valued with their life.

Temari's room bore a large fan on her wall, she looked at it tenderly, she told me she'd had it since she was little.

In Kankuro's room a Puppet lay limply on a stool, it looked creepy. There is no way I could sleep with that thing in my room. I would have to chuck it out the window and lock all the doors before I felt safe.

In Gaara's room (where I found Gaara to tell him dinner was ready) a pear-shaped container lay on the ground. I looked at it. "What is it?"

"It's a gourd. It's really old." He seemed somewhat enthusiastic about the subject. "It's a family Heirloom from when our nations fought, apparently the warriors carried it on their backs, we still don't know why, and carried… sand in it." It was the most I'd ever heard him say in one sentence. I felt like applauding.

"Wow, my family doesn't have anything interesting in it." I say simply.

He snapped out of his state when talking about his gourd… what the fook? His gourd. Gaara has weird obsessions. Why would anyone want to CARRY SAND?

"Yeah, people still don't know why they carried sand, but hey, it doesn't really matter."

We walked out into the kitchen and had dinner, it was quiet, and when I made one small attempt at conversation in the form of 'pass the salad' everyone looked at me.

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HHEELLOOO!!! ANOTHER update. There's been a lot lately. I've now written 71 pages, you, my loves, have blessed me with 147 reviews, and I'm only just scraping to half way. Maybe, it depends. I've really tried to develop Sorano's character with the real-ness as one of us in the real world, with a quite likable personality with quiet voice and a loud mind, I've tried to let her deal with the obstacles like a real person would and freak out about things we would. I hope I've done that. I love you lots!!! THANKS SO MUCH FOR SUPPORTING THE STORY!!! Hoping you'll all help me see it to the end! To-love-is-to-lie