Nerds

Why him?

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Talking
Thinking
~Ino's POV~
    "Okay everyone today we will be sketching an object. It can be anything that is in the class room," Deidara-sensei said. Everyone groaned. Clearly they didn't like art. Or more specifically, sketching. On the other hand, I love art. It's my passion, it's what I'm good at, it's where I can express myself. So everyday I look forward to going to art class (especially when I'm in a bad mood).

   We started to look around the class room for an object. I saw lots of different things but I just didn't want to draw it. I went to the back tables to look for anything. And that's where I found it.

  On a table, by itself, was a pineapple. I found it weird to find a pineapple here but you have to expect the unexpected when it's Deidara-sensei's class! (One time someone was being all sassy to Deidara. So he threw this weird clay thing on her desk. She tried to take it off but it just stayed there. Then when she decided to sleep in class the other day, the clay exploded and the clay splattered on her face! It was funny but it WAS a bomb who knows what would have happened if it was bigger...)

   I decided to draw it for today's class. I took out a chair and sat by the table. I started the light sketch of the pineapple. When I was finished I looked at what I drew so far.

So far so good!

   When I was finished my sketch I looked at it once again. As I kept on looking at the pineapple it's shape started to change. The body becoming more oval, the skin smooth and tanned, ears coming out of the side, dark brown eyes and black glasses on it, the top turning brown and pointy.
  
My heart was beating fast.  Perhaps a little too fast. I'm afraid it might pop out of my rib cage.

   Then the bell rang. I looked at the clock then sighed. Art class was done. And that means I have mathematics with Asuma-sensei. I looked back at the pineapple. It had gone back to it's original form.

   I packed my bag and headed for my next class. While I was walking down the halls, I kept on thinking about the pineapple. And one question kept on repeating in my head:
  
   Why did I think of HIM?