By MusicAgainstTheHeart
Having all the blood rush to your head can be painful and quite unattractive, but its not like I care. I hung upside down on the couch in Gaara's living room- content as can be, despite the fact my face was turing red and everything was becoming a tad blurry. No matter.
The red head was sitting directly across from me, facing in my direction, back against the coffee table.
He look at me with a mix of fascination and horror as my face continued to change various colors. "Is this what you do in order to keep yourself entertained while I'm not here?"
"Nope. I do it for the thrill." I flipped back over and stood up. Almost directly after, I collapsed back into the couch. My head was spinning and instead of stars, I saw planets. "Ooh. Gimme a second. I'm flying past Uranus."
I couldn't see his expression, but I had a feeling it was something along the lines of "what have you been smoking?"
The answer to that question is nothing, but I find it more fun to keep him guessing.
When my vision cleared, Gaara was still sitting there, looking kinda bored, and you know what? So was I.
Maybe it was the side effects from being upside-down for thirty minutes straight or my intense, somewhat psychotic, need to keep his attention on me. Whatever the reason, I declared; "You need a nickname."
"Come again?"
"You know, a nickname! Like mine! Well, technically its an alias, but its just about the same thing!"
"By the way, why do you have an ali-"
"Gaary!"
Blink. "No."
"Gordon? Or Gourdy. Cuz you've got the gourd thing going for ya."
Stare. "No."
"Ra? Nah."
Silence.
"But...I like Ra."
"Ra is the Egyptian god of the sun. Its not you."
"We're in a desert. Where are we going to find anymore sun then here?"
"No. Ra is taken. Get over it."
Gaara blinked slowly. "You're the one that suggested it."
I ignored him, in intense thought.
"Gaan Gaan!"
More silence.
"Why would I have a nickname thats longer then my original name?"
"Ah, ah, ah! Do not question it! It is decided!"
"But if its my nickname, don't I get a say?"
I shook my head. "Nope. You are rechristened....As Gaan Gaan!"
I proceeded to dance around the room, whilst he continued to sit on the floor.
"Why me?" He asked dully.
"Because," I started, lying back on the couch upside-down once more, effectively popping his personal bubble, "you're cheaper then therapy."
Thank you and come again.
