I will start getting my results soon, God help me. Here's part 5!

~With Deidara~

As the school bell rang for home time, Deidara sighed in relief and walked out of his last class of the day. His first class had been the only interesting one with that new substitute. Deidara blushed. "NO, NO, NO! I am NOT thinking about this!" He thought stubbornly. "I already have enough to deal with without falling for a handsome teacher!" He thought and his eyes widened and he groaned at the 'handsome' comment he had unconsciously made.

"Seriously, he's a teacher and I'm a student! Plus I'm a guy! Besides, I don't think he could like me anyway, I'm not anything special…" He considered sadly. He told himself to get a grip. The teacher praised his art but failed everyone else's, so what? It just meant he could sculpt, which wasn't too hard considering his class' grades. Also, as previously mentioned, he was a guy; a teacher that good-looking had to be straight, he reasoned with himself.

"But why was he so interested in talking to me?" The blond wondered as he walked down the street to the supermarket for his two-hour long shift at the tills, from half three until half five. He shook his head and muttered to himself "I'm over thinking this and blowing it out of proportion; he was just asking me some questions, un." He walked inside the store and put on his apron and a fake smile so he could start serving his costumers.

~With Sasori~

As Sasori pulled up into his drive way, he heard his grandmother yell "Sasori! Where the hell are you?" he sighed, locked his car and walked up to the front door. "I'm home, Grandma!" he shouted back. "Good, how was your first day of teaching school?" She said at a more normal sound level from the kitchen. "It was alright." He said, walking into said kitchen to see what his legal guardian was making for dinner. It was roast beef and potatoes much to his delight.

"Alright? I want details boy! Did you meet anyone you might like?" Sasori was about to reply 'no' when his adorable blond student came to mind. He blushed and his grandmother smirked. "I knew it! I knew you would find someone you would like at this job! Which teacher is it and how old are they?" Sasori sighed and looked to the floor. "… It's not a teacher, Grandma. It's one of my senior students and he's eighteen, the same as me…" Sasori's grandmother said nothing for a minute, then she smirked again. "Trust you; the first time you like someone and it's an art student. What's his name?" She questioned.

Sasori nearly sighed out-loud at the fact his grandmother didn't care about his sexuality, she just wanted him to like someone. "Deidara." He replied. "Deidara…" His grandmother contemplated. "Sounds cute. What does he look like?" Sasori was beginning to get annoyed; his grandmother was blowing this way out of proportion. He had only met the boy that morning, what else was she looking for? His criminal record?

"He has long blond hair to his waist, bright blue eyes, pale white skin and he's quite tall." He told the old woman, clearly irritated. His grandmother simply smirked and quipped "I thought blonds were supposed to be stupid? Then again, does he know you like him? You sound like you haven't tried to hide it. If he doesn't know, he lives up to the stereotype."

Sasori growled at the woman and stormed out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into his bedroom. Chiyo laughed. "My boy's got it bad…" She thought, smiling slyly as she continued to cook the food. "I may just have to meet the boy who's got my grandson by his heart string without knowing it…"

~Deidara's Point Of View~

"Urgh. Thank goodness my shift's over. If I had to put up with another stuck-up, snobby costumer, I may have just slit my wrist with the cello-tape dispenser." The blond thought as he put away his apron, grabbed his school bag and left the store. "Dad's probably left for the bar by now…" He contemplated as he looked at a clock outside a shop door and saw it was now six o'clock, later than when his shift was meant to end, so he'd better make himself something to eat when he got back to the apartment.

As Deidara walked up the stairs to the sixth floor, because the elevator was out of order, he started to think of his new art teacher again. "I bet he thinks I'm some sort of a rat now. Why did I tell him the truth that I couldn't afford the advanced class? He looked really surprised, so I guess I must be good at hiding the obvious then..." he thought sadly.

"Why am I upset? I should be happy no one is going to find out what my life is like. Also, I won't have anyone pity me…" The blond shook his head as if to dispel the thoughts and opened the door to his apartment, only to find it littered with beer cans, cigarette butts and some questionable stains of blood on the kitchen wall. Deidara sighed. "I'd better get cleaning then, un…" He mumbled to himself as he set off to find the cleaning supplies in the bathroom, proceeded to clean the room, and then set to making himself a sandwich of stale bread and strawberry jam. "Looks like I need to go shopping, un…" He considered, seeing that the fridge was pretty much empty except for said food items.

~With Sasori~

Chiyo had managed to convince Sasori to come down for dinner after he had stormed upstairs and they had eaten, then Sasori started to clean the dishes. As he was drying, the words the two women, Onyx and his grandmother, had said came back to him, making him grimace slightly at their teasing tones. Could he really like someone so much in such a short amount of time? "He's the only person who's ever caught my interest and he seems to be a nice person… Should I tell him?" He thought.

When he was finished and had put the dishes away it was seven o'clock. "Crap, I need to go shopping…" Sasori muttered as he looked in the fridge to look for food for his lunch tomorrow, as the food in the school canteen hadn't looked very appetising, seeing that it was quite bare. "Grandma, I'm going shopping!" The red-head called over his shoulder as he grabbed his red jacket and car keys. "Okay, just make sure you're back by nine!" She called back. Sasori rolled his eyes; his grandmother still treated him like the teenager he is, even if he has a job as a teacher. He got into his car and drove to the closest supermarket, unaware that the person occupying his mind was in the same location.