The pole emo and the shy guy (SasuNaru)

Hes actually kinda nice

Naruto pov

He offered to get me food, so he can't be all that bad. I mean, we got into a fight about where to go, so that's how I ended up following him. Then the funniest thing happened, that idiot started thinkin aloud. "It's not a pleasant story, if your asking" I mumbled, interrupting his train of though, my smile faltered. "What? Was I talking aloud or something?" he asked, so I guess he didn't know he was talking. "Maybe" I winked, trying to lighten the mood "Or maybe I'm just a mind reader~" I picked up my smile again, trying to distract him. "If you don't want to share it, you don't have too" he said, giving me a light smile. "I'm not gonna force him into anything" he, apparently, thought aloud again. "Aren't you a gentleman? Glad to know I'm not on a date with a rapist!" I mocked him with a smirk, even though Tachi says he's such a slut, I've lost sight of that bitchy fucker who strips and kissed me in a fit of jealous rage, and people say I'm immature. I think I'm getting too attached. I mean, I just don't see why everyone thinks so lowly of him anymore, I guess the slutty part is just an outer shell for his inner child. He uses sex as a defense, using it to get attention, no matter how close he pulls them "in," he actually uses it to push them away. All the thoughts of sex reminded me of the dream I had not too long ago. I started thinking more and more about it, his gentle touch, full of lust, the heat, how amazing his dick felt, quickly trying to clear my head of those thoughts, I said the first thing I could think of. "It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, what about going to the park?" I suggested, trying to clear my head of those... thoughts. "But didn't you want food?" he teased, thankfully, interrupting my thoughts. My face heated up in a light rose, but I quickly shook it, and my awkward thoughts, off with a childish "After food! Okay?" I smiled as cutely as I could, trying wash away my sinful thoughts, and the fact I messed up.

I made sure to stay far enough ahead so that he wouldn't see my cherry face. "Hey Dobe!" he mocked me "what is it teme?" I retorted, my blush, thankfully, fading. "We're here," he call out, as I was just about to pass a really, really tall, exquisite restaurant "This place?" I called back confused. Why would he take me to this place? It looks more like an office than a restaurant. He easily jogged up to me. "No, I'm pointing at the trash can, Duh" he mocked me, taking obvious note of my confusion. "Why, you cannibal!" I cried out jokingly. I laughed at my own joke, but I laughed even more at his face when he didn't get it. He gaped blankly for about thirty seconds before he finally got it. The only comeback he had was "Ha ha, very funny,"  which I laughed at even more. "You gonna get food?" he started walking towards the building "Of course!" I called, you don't say no to food!

As soon as he opened the polished glass door a blast of cool air smacks us in the face. It took all my might to not make a face on the outside, but oh holy hell, I was panicking. Everything looked breakable, and extremely expensive! Not to mention what the food's gonna be like! My face was probably full of worry, just like me. "This is way to expensive! I could never afford this!" I whisper yelled half at him, half at myself. "Remember, it's on me? It's okay," he reminded me. "B-but I-I can't let you do that!" I whined quietly, out of all places he takes me to a place like this! Really? We're so gonna look like a couple, that thought crossed my mind, but that was the least of my worries. "Of course you can, free food is free food? Right?" he tried to convince me, but really? Here? Free? You're out of you're damn mind! I would've been much better going somewhere small, not where rich bastards take their newest slutty eye-candy to convince them they're "worth it" or bullshit like that. My thoughts took up so much time that I didn't have any time to answer, because the waiter decided to arrived. "Table for two?" the silver haired man asked politely, I wanted to reject, but I wasn't the first mouth open. "Yes, of course, thank you sir" he answered the male with utmost politeness. All I could do was bow with my crimson face and nod my head like a bobble head in an earthquake. After the waiter took us to our table and handed us menus, the white haired, oddly masked male asked us what we wanted to drink. "Well, I'll take a, uh, um, a Coke?" I whimpered meekly, I didn't want to show it, but I was scared as hell. Fuck. Even if I didn't want too show it, I'm pretty sure everyone knew already. "Dr. Pepper," he answered, so much more confidently than I did. "I'll be back with your drinks" the masked male promised. Shortly after, he returned, after setting our drinks down, the waiter asked us what we wanted to eat. "I-I'll have uh... This? Please?" I shakily ordered, pointing to a random item on the menu, that sounded at least decently good. "The usual, Kakashi" he said lamely. USUAL?! THE HELL "U-usual? You come here often?" I mumbled, trying not to scream it. "As an Uchiha, I must eat my own family cooking, it's called 'Uchi-eats' for a reason, who gave it that name I have no clue, right Kakashi?" he borderline rambled, laughing along with the waiter guy, "I have, no clue" the man, also, laughed, "Such a lack of class!" he joked again, with a fake British accent. Both of them laughed, at that. Is that an inside joke? Are you supposed to laugh at other peoples inside jokes? Maybe he's serious! Am I supposed to laugh? Am I aloud to laugh? "So confusing" I let out, mumbling under my breath. "I'll be back with your food soon" the waiter stopped laughing and left, walking off with our orders.

The silence was awkward, extremely awkward! "So, I take it you're not a very social person?" he asked me, cutting the soft quiet. "N-not really, sorry" I stuttered, blushing like a tomato, I don't know what to say. What am I supposed to talk about? Am I supposed to talk? Why is it so quiet? Why is this so awkward? Does it have to be this hard? I heard him mutter something bitterly under his breath, the only thing I could hear was the jealousy in his tone. I looked up at him questioningly, why was he jealous? Did I mishear that? "Did you say something?" I wanted answers, "No?" he horribly covered up whatever he was hiding, I saw it all over his face.

The waiter, by the name Kakashi, I'm assuming, seeing as that was what Sasuke called him, brought us our food and all I could do was look at it with awe. "T-th-this?" I choked out, barely even able to form one word. I don't know why I said this, I just have no idea what to do. Sasuke took a few dainty bites of his own meal, as if he was waiting for me to recover from shock. If he's eating, it's okay for my to eat, right? I picked up his fork and decided to dive the fuck in. Kakashi, who was still there, for some reason, said "You know? You remind me of someone I once knew... Same sunshine blonde hair, same sky blue eyes, and that same anxious act. Whenever he would go to any restaurant, he would always stare in awe at the food, as if he was having heart failure or something, but as soon as he snaps out of it, he scarfs it all down. Just like you," that seriously got my attention. There aren't exactly many blonde's around here, even counting dye-jobs. "You did?" I instantly perked up eagerly, he just might know my dad. "Yeah, he had a son and a daughter, but I don't know to much about them" Kakashi conversed. I eagerly listened, that could be Kurama and me! Unfortunately, he didn't really have much to offer, and had to leave to wait a table.

Shortly after that, the day ended. We sat in an awkward silence, that hung like a heavy fog, until he called a nearby waiter and paid the bill. It was getting dark, so I guess he wanted to get home, quickly. Maybe he has a shift, crossed my mind, at one point, but I brushed it off and continued to walk in silence. It was nice of him to walk me home like that, even nicer when he handed me both his, and my, leftovers. Sure, leftovers weren't the most romantic thing, but we're just friends, and leftovers are a friendly gesture.

I walked right through the house, not even caring if anyone was home or not, all the way to the comfort of my room. As soon as I passed through the door from the hallway to my comfort zone, I took off my shirt and stepped out of my pants. I closed the door and passed out on my angel soft bed thankfully. I don't know why I'm so happy, I guess you could say, I just really am. Joy flooded my body, shortly following it, so did the sleep I felt I needed after today.

Done
Finally
Happy?
I'm sorry it took so long
Again
But here ya go!
Yayyyy