Confessions

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Asuka POV
"I dragged you away from your bestie because I need to ask you something." I say. "But you can go back when we're done." I continue. He stands there, looking as if he is still processing the information. "Okay." He says.

"You know, I feel very lonely." He says. "Why is that?" I ask. "Because.... I don't know...." He says. His face had changed. He looked really lonely. "And....... I really like you!" He says, grinning. "Uh, okay then..." I say edging away from him. "No! I really REALLY like you!" He says. I edge away, hoping his brain wasn't working enough. But alas, that couldn't be.

He grabs my wrist, pulls me towards him and starts hugging me. I try to move away, but I somehow pull him with me. I sigh and go back into the lounge room. Him half following half being dragged. A lot had changed in the room.

Kisame had moved on to talking to the TV, Itachi was eating some cake which appeared out of no where, Konan was still passed out but was now on the couch, Pein was singing Mary Had A Little Lamb and still patting her head, and Hidan was screaming cuss words and crying every time he said one, Zetsu was walking in circles, Tobi was spinning on one of those computer chairs, and Deidara was yelling something about art.

He sees Sasori and yells, "BESTIE! I MISSED YOU!" And he comes up and starts hugging him, me in the middle. While they were distracted, I moved out of their grasps. And then I drag Deidara away.

"WHY ARE YOU DRAGGING ME AWAY FROM MY BESTIE UN!?" He asks. "I need to ask you something." I reply. "Okay Asu.....Asu...." "Asuka." I say. "Asuka-chan!" He exclaims.

He yells,"I REALLY LIKE YOU!" When we reached the kitchen. And then he blushes for some odd reason. He falls and stays there. I look at him and see that he was passed out. I sigh and leave him there.

I guess I didn't get to ask them what I wanted. It's like 12:00 am now. I'm so damn tired. I stay in the kitchen, and fall asleep on the table.

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