100 Ways To Fall In Love

The Journalist

AMBIT

Memories: 21 Years

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When a boy does something stupid once it's usually because he's curious.

When he does something stupid twice it's usually because of a girl.

Uchiha Obito, who had never really considered himself the kind of person to do something stupid until right now. This party was simply one of several that he had decided to attend that year and they had only just reached midterms.

Any other time of the year, Obito would have preferred to have just stayed home and watched television. Maybe invite a friend or two over to watch some television with him if he was really feeling up to it. But, unfortunately, he found himself at another one of the big frat parties because his friends had wanted to.

Well... one friend in particular.

And yes, that friend happened to be a girl.

And yes, he liked-

And now, he found himself sitting outside alone in the cold nursing a beer that he doesn't really like the taste of. Thinks himself more of a whiskey kinda guy than a cheap beer man but he'll take what he can get.

Anything to help to ease the pain of seeing the girl he likes fawn over someone else.

He takes in a deep breath to help ease the bitter taste of the beer.

The sky is pretty tonight. The stars are bright against the inky black sky and remind Obito of when everything in his life was easier than what it was now. Bring him back to a day when he was just a young boy trying his best to impress a girl he liked.

Well, perhaps not much has changed.

He's still trying his best to impress a girl but he sure as heck isn't a young boy and it's much more than just a girl he likes. It's a girl he knows for certain that he's in love with. The girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with. And life sure as heck is anything but easy - though he supposes that love has never been an easy thing.

At least it's never been an easy thing for him.

Perhaps one day, fate will choose to be kinder to him.

"Not your usual scene?" You ask as you take beside Obito on the ground, "don't come to parties much?"

Perhaps not.

You're a pretty girl, though not really Obito's type. He thinks that he's seen you around school? That the two of you might share a class or two? He's not really sure.

You've got your hair let loose and it frames it in a way that makes you look pretty. Your eyes seem pretty steady, which means you probably haven't had much to drink (or smoke) and your movements are sharp. Your clothes are a little more reserved than what Obito usually sees girls wearing during parties like this and you have an intelligent demeanor that Obito rarely finds in others.

He laughs, deciding to entertain you in thanks for choosing to accompany him on this lonely evening, "my eighth actually."

Your eyes gleam with interest, "oh?"

"Unfortunately."

"So did I just catch you on an off night then, Mr. This is the Eight Party I've attended this year?"

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm afraid this is how I usually am at parties."

"Then why do you come?"

He shrugs in response.

"Well there are worse places you could be," you lean back your hands behind you as you stare up at the sky, "and worse situations to be in."

He hums in agreement.