I Got Caught In A Storm... And Now I'm Stuck In Naruto!?!?

Singing: My Favorite Form Of Torture

"Mitchell, please!?" I begged.

"No," He said curtly, continuing to get a water bottle out of the fridge.

"Why not!?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"Because, Minxie! I said no!" He answered hastily, shutting the fridge door and heading to the stairs.

"That's not a good reason! Come on, Mitchell! Pleeeeeeeeease!?" I begged again, following him up the stairs.

He threw a scowl over his shoulder, huffing in an annoyed manner and heading to his room. He tried closing the door in my face, but I had already run inside and plopped myself onto his bed.

"HA! Anyway... PLEAAAAAAASE!?" I pleaded, tucking my legs under me.

"Get out of my room!" He said, gesturing to the door.

"Nah, I'm good here," I said, chilling on his bed. Then, I got serious again. "PLEAAAAAAAASE!? Pretty please!? With cherries and frosting on top!?"

"Oh my... I already told you! I'M NOT GAY, DAMNIT!" He barked, getting an anime vein.

"But maybe if you just tried-"

"I'm not gonna TRY and be gay, Minxie! Dear Lord!" He said, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. Heehee... I always knew how to bug him.

"But why not!? I mean, I have a variety of friends... All I'm missing is a gay one! And you're the only single one in this house, so..." I reasoned, shrugging.

His eye twitched. "Kiba's single! Ask him!"

"But... Kiba doesn't live with me! I need a gay friend to live with me so we can have fun and stuff..."

"You... Did Sasuke dump you or something? Because, really, I actually liked him dating you. It got you out of the house and gave you less time to talk to me."

I glared at him. "My presence is like... Angelic, man! You can hear the angels singing!"

"Well, they must be some quiet angels, because I can't hear crap. I do hear something, though. It's a voice, and it's telling me... It's telling me that... That you should get out of my room. So leave."

I was two seconds away from throwing my shoe at him. "But you still haven't TRIED! Just be gay for one day! PLEASE!?"

His eye twitched. "We are NOT having this conversation again."

"But, Mitchell! That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair!"

"Fiiiiiiiiiiine..." I said, sighing. "Well, if you aren't gonna do that... Then at least come shopping with me?"

He gave me a scoff. "Heck no. I went shopping with Kylie and..." -he shuddered at that part- "I'm never entering a store with a girl ever again."

"But... But..." I frowned. Then, I smirked when I got an idea. "I'll start singing if you don't go with me."

His eyes widened. "Don't sing. You sound like a dying cat. Please. I want sunny weather tomorrow."

My eye twitched at him. I told you, I sing terribly, and everyone knows it... But this is my favorite form of blackmail! BWAHAHAHA!

Ahem. Anyway... I know the perfect song to sing.

I coughed, getting my voice ready and taking in a greedy gulp of oxygen. Then at the top of my lungs, I bellowed, "BARNEY IS A DINOSAUR FROM OUR IMAGINATION! AND WHEN HE'S TALL HE'S WHAT WE CALL A DINOSAUR SENSATION!"

"BARNEY'S FRIENDS ARE BIG AND SMALL! THEY COME FROM LOTS OF PLACES!" Kylie sang happily from somewhere in the house. See? I'm surrounded by mental people all the time. It's why I'm the way I am.