{A/N: hey, I would like to say a HUGE thanks for even glancing at this story. It's my first heterosexual fanfiction, and I hope you like it!!
Btw: inojin has OCD, and he usually opens and closes doors twice, or until it's comfortable... feel free to leave comments and suggestions!!}
I glanced around my room making sure everything was perfect. All of my books and video games were lined up in alphabetical order, and none of the spines have been broken, even though they were well read.
"Inojin!!" I heard my mother call out, "c'mon let's go get something to eat"
I cringed slightly, restaurants are disgusting. Tables covered in a sticky substance and crumbs, and the chairs squeaky and ripped along the cushion.
"Yes mother" I called out and walked out my room, closing my door. Then opening it, and then closing it again.
I walked to the door where my mother was standing with my father. Her long platinum hair draped around her shoulders. Her slim waist was showing through her purple crop top and skinny jeans.
"Hey cutie" she walked to me and hugged me. I closed my eyes and hugged her back, breathing in her scent of lavender.
"Don't baby him ino" my father sighed softly and put his hands in his pocket.
"He's my only baby, Sai what am I supposed to do?" She smiled and stroked my hair.
"C'mon... let's go eat" dad rolled his eyes and I nod and he opened to door and walked outside.
"I have those cleaning wipes in my purse for you okay?" She whispered in my ear and I nodded.
"Hey mom.... do you think I'm weird?" I looked up in her blue eyes.
"What? No your just a little different and that's good" she gently pulled me. Dad was standing outside and sighs.
"Ino... he's gonna be seventeen in a couple days and your basically getting him dressed every morning" he sighed and I looked down.
"I'm sorry dad" I said, my eyes glued to the cement "I... I'm not hungry, but I'm gonna go for a walk okay? It's gonna be like a date night for you two"
"A..are you sure inojin?" Mom asked, putting her hand on my cheek.
"I'm sure, I need to practice drawing realism too so I'll do that while I'm out... find a tree or something to draw." I smiled at her and walked back inside.
I could hear mother start to scold him. I felt as if things were probably better before I was born.
I grabbed my messenger bag and waited until I heard their car pull out the driveway.
I walked out the house and looked down as I walked. Mom spoiled me, probably because she has an inability to have another child. Dad was more of a... non emotional man, with pats on the back and awkward one armed hugs.
When dad noticed I liked things really clean he became slightly worried that I was going to stick out, and he was right. Apparently no one wants to be friends with someone who scrubs down the chair and table in the middle of class.
I started going to therapy. He mixed a giant bowl of paint, with uncomplimentory colours, the clashing neon yellows and a murky brown. The memory set me on edge. He wanted me to mix them together but I remember gripping the wooden spoon so tight it splintered in my hand.
I entered the park and pulled out a small blanket mother had made me and laid it on the ground. I sat on it and looked up a the sky, the blue and yellow of the midday.
I sighed and slipped my phone out and after a careful inspection of my earplugs, I popped them in place and started listening to Halsey's song Gasoline. I pulled out my sketchbook and a ebony pencil, and opened to a fresh page.
I pressed the tip of the pencil to the page, unsure of what to draw so I let my hand move on its own. After a short period of time, dark and intimidating eyes were staring back at me from the page. They were a womans, with winged eyeliner and a "come hither look". I was just staring to add the eyelashes when something hit me in the back of the head. My headphones popped out unto the grass and my hand was jerked across the page, creating a thick dark line through my art work.
"Ow.." I murmered to myself and turned to see what hit me. I saw boruto, laughing and leaning over with shikadai and chouchou.
"Sorry inojin!!" Chouchou called out, waving her arms. She wanted me to throw, whatever had hit me, back. I looked down to see a green and blue plastic Frisbee and I shivered from the thought of touching it.
"Throw it back man!" Boruto called out, wiping away his tears of laughter and replacing it with a frown as I looked at him.
"I can't" I said. Boruto was about to yell something back, but shikadai grabbed him and whispered something in his ear.
OCD. I could hear it from here.
Boruto walked to me and grabbed the frisbee.
"You know, maybe if you weren't always being a mommas boy you wouldn't be scared of dirt" Boruto grumbled and picked up a handful of dirt and started sprinkling it on my head.
I froze. The shock had grabbed me by the shoulders and wasn't letting go. Dirt. In my hair. At this particular moment, my brain began to malfunction, as I put my things back in my bag and quickly walked away, visibly shaking. My breathing was short and quick as I walked home and I didn't even care enough to realize I left my phone on the ground.
Ino~
"Why are you like that to him?" I asked, looking across the table at my husband.
"You know I say what I see... he's strange, but it's not about that. He's going to move out soon and you can't seem to grasp the concept of him not being five years old... he doesn't need you to cut up his sandwiches or iron his socks." Sai stated "I don't mind that he has OCD, I just don't want him having seperation anxiety."
"I know" I sighed and looked at my house salad. Sai was chewing on his last few fries and I watched him.
"I miss having a baby" I admitted, my eyes flickering to a toddler across the room, squealing as his mother fed him.
"Ino... we can try again if you'd like.. I'm not going to make any promises though. The doctor said the chances were slim" he looked ne in the eyes and I nodded and chewed on my thumbnail.
"I'm just... scared that inojin won't be able to handle himself, I heard that he's been getting bullied but he won't tell me a thing"
"He needs to figure things out... he'll tell us when he becomes concerned with it, probably just some harmless teasing" sai smirked softly "like dickless and... what did you call her? Something about her forehead.."
"Billboard brow" I smiled "and yeah, your right"
