Ok. I know I had committed myself to working on this story more often. Well, if you think about it, this chapter came quicker than the last one. But I know, I know.
I don't even really know where this chapter is going. It is 11:20 at night and I'm tired. I'm going to write and post this tonight. It will be yet again un-beta read. I am going to try my hardest to make this chapter of reasonable length, but no promises.
I'm still hurting from Naruto beating my ass with that bat last chapter. Forgive me.
When we last left off, Sasuke had just left Naruto's house and Naruto had decided that Sasuke would one day sleep over at his house.
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The next day, Saturday, Naruto thought he would pay our favorite bastard a visit. It's not like he could not know how to get to Sasuke's. It was THE Uchiha Mansion after all. It was a long walk, but Naruto really had been wanting some time outside; the weather had been so nice lately. The winding road up to the house would provide a good enough amount of alone time. Not only that, but most of the way was surrounded by forest on both sides; the autumn leaves would be a nice relaxing element of sorts.
Naruto grabbed his coat on the way out and slipped a granola bar and a bottle of water into separate pockets. On this particular morning, Naruto was dressed in jeans that were slightly too big and an orange polo shirt. He had on his favorite shoes, a pair of worn in, comfortable Nikes, and a thin jacket. He pulled his key out of his front pocket and locked his door. As he was locking the door, a little, yellow note caught his eye. It was a sticky note. It read,
Naruto,
Sorry about storming out last night.
Later,
Sasuke.
Later. Did that mean later today? Later this week? Was it just a casual saying and he just wanted to be casual? Then Naruto noticed the small letters on the bottom of the note.
Look on the back, dobe.
And on the back were seven digits. Ok it was a phone number, Sasuke's phone number. Did that mean Naruto was supposed to call him? Ok why would he give him his number if he wasn't intended to call him? So Naruto would call half way to Sasuke's house to tell him about his visit. He got into the elevator down to the first floor. In the elevator, he opened his granola bar and took a bite of it. He chewed it very slowly, enjoying the taste and the texture of it. He took another bite and savored it in the same way he had the first bite. Those were the only bites he took in the elevator; they were the only bites he had time to take in the elevator.
He walked out of his apartment building onto the sidewalk where Sasuke had run into him just yesterday. Had it really only been yesterday? That seemed so far behind him from where he was now. He was walking to Sasuke frickin' Uchiha's house. He was going to visit Sasuke. They had been good friends when they were younger, but nowadays, the only interaction they'd had was yesterday.
God, was yesterday interesting. First, he was discovered by the bastard, playing piano, then he got barreled into by the bastard, and then he kissed that same bastard. All in one day. He felt very accomplished, like he had one a gold medal. For something. He would figure out what later.
