Hai guys OuO ive been super busy lately so updates are gonna be slow ^_^" Anywho, this is a short chaptrr so sorry for that ^-^. enjoy!

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The school nurse lifted off his eyepatch and winced. "Jesus, kid. What the hell did you do?"

Sasuke made a nervous grin. He actually hadn't seen his wound recently and was scared of how grotesque it could've turned out. "Fell down the stairs, got a black eye. I like...tried cleaning it out with alcohol and it got in there and it really hurt. It still hurts now, soooo..."

"It's infected."

The nurse handed him a hand mirror. He was right. It was fucked up. His eye looked like a tomato that was partially drained of color. The eyelid seemed droopy and lifeless, and the skin around it was irritated. His unharmed black eyelashes looked bizarre against the mess of reddened flesh and eyeball. His pupil looked flat, large and lifeless, like an anime character drawn really shitty.

"Wow..." He touched his slightly bruised under eye. It was more sensitive than it was a week ago in the public restroom. "So..what type of infection? Like, what caused it?"

"I don't really know, it's not in my expertise. Unfortunately it looks like you left it untreated too long and the infection has spread a little to your inner eye, causing Endophthalmitis. It's a good thing you got here in time when it's just started or you could go blind."

"Oh...damn. Yeah, that would suck ass."

"How's your vision?"

He closed his unwounded eye. "Pretty blurry..."

The nurse clicked his tongue. "Why didn't you go to the hospital?"

"It's...complicated. We don't really have like, healthcare or insurance or whatever," He replied, feeling a little patronized.

"You need a visit to an optometrist or you could lose all your vision. I know little about eye infections and have only dealt with them a few times."

"Fuck...ok. How am I gonna pay for it?"

"I don't know."

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"$200 dollars! TWO HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS SAKURA AND MY PARENTS WON't PAY"

His eye felt better after the treatment, though it still looked sort of fucked up and he had to keep wearing his eyepatch. The $200 optometrist appointment was not worth it, and Sasuke would of gladly infected his eye again if he didn't have to pay the fees.

Sakura slid him a quarter. "That's my donation."

"Stick it up your ass," Sasuke snapped. "This money is nothing to me. How the fuck am I gonna pay for this?"

"Get a job or something and stop buying so much weed."

He sighed. Neither of those ideas appealed to him.

"Whatever," Sasuke muttered quietly.

The past couple weeks were like a blur. He'd laid in his bed and wished for more excitement but at this point Sasuke regretted it all. Besides meeting Naruto everything had been unpleasant for him. On the bright side, his brother started leaving him alone and slept at a nearby hotel, much to his relief.

A light tap on his shoulder jolted him back to reality. He turned around and saw a grinning Naruto with his hands behind his back innocently.

"'Sup Sasuke? What happened to your eye?"

Sakura smiled slyly and excused herself to the bathroom to give the two privacy.

"Oh, yeah...I got in a little fight a few days ago," Sasuke replied.

'More like, I got totally creamed by my brother while failing to defend myself...'

"Oh, who was it? Are the ghetto kids giving you shit?" Naruto squeezed himself into the chair next to Sasuke.

"Nah...I'm gonna be honest, it was my brother, but I got him to back up so I guess it's cool."

Naruto nodded. "You know, I have some friends that could beat him up for you."

Sasuke sat there and thought. It was pretty tempting. "Well...I mean...maybe..."

"It's gonna cost you though."

"Uh, how much?"

"50 dollars."

Shit.

It was a lot. And there really wasn't any reason he would pay for it besides morbid satisfaction. Plus, he still had to pay that bill and all he had was about 50 dollars. He already had control of his brother anyways. But it was still tempting. Sasuke thought about it for a minute. 50 dollars to teach Itachi a well deserved lesson. Seemed like a fair price when he further considered it.

Naruto stared at him long, with his signature grin, but his eyes were hard and pressuring. Sasuke rubbed his temple and tried to look away from the blond.

"I mean... I mean, are you gonna tell him I sent them? What if he finds out?" He asked, looking for more information. He needed to know exactly what would happen.

"I don't know your brother, so..." Great. That didn't help.

"Oh. I don't know then. I mean, it doesn't like...really feel very-"

"How about I tell my friends to tell your brother that it was someone else? Like, someone powerful to scare the shit out of him?"

"Could you say it was from his cocaine dealer?"

Naruto looked surprised for a second but then smiled. "Sure."

They nodded at eachother and Sasuke dug through his backpack, pulling 50 dollars from his wallet and handing it to him. Naruto clutched the money eagerly and held it protectively, like a dog given a treat. He almost looked hungry as he stared at the crumpled green papers.

"What's his name?" Naruto asked.

"Itachi." He then gave him the address of the hotel, his house, and Itachi's phone number.

"Cool."

It was quiet for a while, besides the loud lunchroom. Naruto tapped his lip like he was trying to remember something. Sasuke awkwardly played with the zipper on his backpack.

"Oh hey, so there's like, this party tonight...you wanna like..." The blonde rubbed his knuckes together sheepishly. The sudden change of attitude slightly surprised Sasuke.

"Yeah, I'll come." Sasuke tried to give his most appealing smile, the one he practiced in the mirror for picture day.

"Cool...can you drive me there? I don't have a car or anything..."

"Uh, me neither."

It was quiet for a few seconds.

"Do your parents have one?" God, Naruto was getting persistent. Kind of like Sugarpuffs when she was hungry.

"My dad does, but he's kinda always using it. My brother-"

"Use your brother's car."

Sasuke was surprised again, but tried to take Naruto's behavior positively. The fact that he was putting trust in him was kind of flattering.

"I...uh...well, it's kinda at that hotel half the time. He sleeps there and drives back home in the morning," He replied. Itachi was likely coming home so often to search Sasuke's room for his stash. Because of this he gave the cocaine to Sakura so his brother wouldn't find it.

"Just take it from him when he can't see."

"What if I get in trouble and he beats me up again or some shit?"

Naruto patted his shoulder almost patronizingly. "Trust me. He isn't gonna be able to once my guys are done with him."

Sasuke gulped and nodded. Something told him not to ask for his money back.

"So, come pick me up in front of the school at 4:30. Is that cool?"

He nodded again nervously. Doing stupid things was nothing new to him, but this time it actually felt dangerous. He barely knew how to drive in the first place, but he was so desperate to see Naruto again that he felt he had to agree. Besides, he'd never actually been to a party before, he was too busy being an antisocial pothead.

Naruto smiled, slid out of his seat and slipped off.

"See ya," He said before disappearing out of sight.

Then the bell rung.

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The day went by pretty quickly. Sasuke's nervousness turned to excitement. He practically shook in his seat in Mr. Wallace's class. Well, it wasn't really Mr. Wallace's class anymore since he got fired for some reason. They had a new sub who was old and fat. She let the students do whatever the hell they wanted so it was pretty cool. Things were starting to look up for Sasuke, with his dick teacher and dick brother mostly out of his life.

He dramatically burst out of school, letting the spring breeze caress his black hair and hoodie. The walk home, though spent alone as Sakura was out somewhere, was refreshing. The cherry tree's leaves showered him and the creek nearby gurgled like a baby, clean fresh water washing over the smooth rocks. A sight for sore eyes.

He got home and his elated mood turned tense. Itachi's car was parked on the street. He had to look inside to see if he was in there or not. He opened the door, trying to act as casual as possible. His mother was strangely not in front of the TV, though it was on, playing the news. He walked towards his room but stopped. There were voices coming from his parent's room. Actually, more like yelling. He pressed his ear against the wall.

"Listen-Listen to me! Did you -or did you not- steal money from me?!"

His mother's squawking voice.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! I didn't take SHIT."

Itachi's voice.

"DON'T YOU TAKE THAT TONE TO ME YOUNG MAN-"

"I'M A FUCKING GROWN ASS ADULT."

A heated argument. This was a good thing. It meant Sasuke could take the car. When Itachi got angry, he kinda went beast mode and forgot about his surroundings.

Sasuke backed off and quickly checked his room to find his bed covers thrown around but otherwise untouched. He needed to get Itachi's keys. He looked under his bed and around the kitchen. Itachi was the type of guy who hardly ever wore anything with pockets, so he'd leave his keys sitting around or in his underwear or something.

Unsuprisingly, they were on the small living room table, just lying there ready to be stolen. Sasuke quickly snatched them and stuffed them into his pockets. He left the house, quietly opening and shutting the door, then approached the car in the driveway. He pulled out the keys and examined him. They were just keys, no buttons or anything, and a lego native american chief keychain with the paint peeled mostly off. He never figured out where or how or why Itachi had it.

Carefully he stuck the keys into the door and turned. It was weirdly satisfying. The door unlocked and he stepped in. Now it was time to remember how to drive. Gas pedal to speed up, brakes to stop, wheel to turn. Sounded pretty easy. His dad tried to teach him once when he was 13 and he eventually was able to maneuver around a parking lot. After that he stopped teaching him for some reason and the whole car thing was dropped.

He started up the car and pressed the gas lightly. Slowly but surely, he was gliding out of the small driveway. Gravel crunched noisily beneath the tires. He got turned to the road and begin making his way to the school. It was pretty easy so far. The turns were soft and the road was smooth, though he was still going pretty slow. He'd have to go faster later when there were more cars.

He rolled down the window and turned on the radio. Looks like Itachi had been listening to club music. He clumsily toyed with the knob and it changed to some political argument thingy.

'Indeed,' He thought to himself, 'Hilary Clinton will not be a worthy opponent to what's his fuck.'

The spring breeze blew his locks so it was waving around like in a hair commercial. His tension from the house melted away. He didn't even care how ugly and old the car was, the fact that he was even driving one seemed pretty badass.

He reached the town near school and there was more traffic. He pressed the gas a little harder. People started yelling at him in their cars. He didn't really remember any traffic rules except for lights. That was it.

"You're in the wrong lane, punk!" Some old guy in his shit car yelled.

He ignored him but complied and cut through the other lane. More yelling and honking ensued. He was pretty sure he'd scraped someone's van. Luckily, school was only about 30 seconds away, so he ignored all the yelling and kept driving.

Sasuke pulled up to the school parking lot. It was already 4:28, according to the time on the car. He waited for a while, mildly paranoid that Itachi was done arguing and noticed his car was missing. He wondered where Sakura went. She disappeared after lunch.

The glass doors to the school opened and Naruto exited the building, looking behind his shoulder briefly before heading towards the car. Sasuke waved. Naruto waved back. Sasuke unlocked the door and Naruto climbed in, shotgun.

"So, where to?" Sasuke asked, tapping his finger against the driving wheel.

"Go straight for a while and then I'll let you know when to turn right."

"Alright." He pressed on the gas and they were off. Naruto seemed a little wary from his shitty driving but made no comment.

"This party is gonna be great. It's in this giant abandoned barn shed thing. We're gonna have a bonfire and shit."

Sasuke smirked. "Sounds like a horror movie premise or something."

"Yeah, it kinda does." Naruto chuckled, leaning his back against the seat. "Your brother has really dope car," He commented sarcastically.

Sasuke laughed whole heartedly. It was one of those cars that was as ugly as it was shitty, a pick up truck with peeling fire red paint and smoke coming out the back. Even the interior sucked, the seats felt like they were made of carpeting.

"You know, that eyepatch looks pretty badass. Your big bro did a good job," Naruto said. Sasuke instinctively touched it, smiling. He couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or not.

Naruto told him to turn right. The road was pretty clear now, luckily. They were slowly leaving the suburban area. The car wobbled along clumsily and slowly, almost hitting street signs and trees on numerous occasions. They both jumped in their seats every time the car tires hit heavy gravel.

"I need to find 200 dollars to pay for the eye appointment bill." The words seemed to slip from his subconscious and out of his mouth.

"Oh, dude that really sucks. Don't you have a job or something?" Naruto asked, looking sympathetic.

"Not anymore. I've just been spending the money I got from working at 7-11 a few months ago," He replied, his eyes focused on the shaky road.

"What happened to that?"

The conversation felt awkward, too mature and small-talky for something between two teenage boys sneaking to a party.

"I got fired."

Naruto nodded with a light smile and changed the radio station.

"Aw yeah, Pitbull. That's the shit." The blonde stomped his feet loudly to the beat.

Sasuke grinned awkwardly as he made a dangerous turn, nearly hitting some fences.

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall

This biggity boy's a diggity dog

I have them like Miley Cyrus,

clothes off twerking with my

bras and thongs, timber

Face down, booty up, timber

That's the way we like the war, timber

I'm slicker than an oil spill

She say she won't, but I bet she will, timber," Naruto chanted as he continued stomping. He looked to Sasuke as if he were expecting him to join in.

"Aha, Pitbull. Love him," Sasuke lied, trying to focus on driving as Naruto turned up the volume.

"It's going down, I'm yelling timber

You better move, you better dance

Let's make a night, you won't remember

I'll be the one, you won't forget," Ke$ha and Naruto screeched to horrible beat of the song. It was so loud it actually hurt his ears. Herds of cows they past stared at them with confused faces.

"Can you-can you turn that down a bit?" He asked with no avail as his voice was muffled by more Pitbull.

A raging headache slowly fried his brain. There was a heated argument between his penis and brain over whether or not to yell at Naruto. He continued driving, more recklessly, making sure to hit the rough gravel extra hard.

The song eventually ended and he had a brief moment to simmer down.

"Hey guys, it's DJ Dickslap here, it's 5:00 pm right about now, and we still have some mighty fine weather. Enjoy it guys. And now continuing the 10 hour Pitbull marathon-" Several barking sound effects played loudly "-we have 'Hotel Room Service!"

Sasuke screamed internally.

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