Waiting for a Yes [Modern!Neji x Reader]

PART 6

[Name] sat quietly as music played in Sasuke's car. When [Name] was in the car, Sasuke became a careful driver. Usually he would speed down roads, make sharp turns and cut in front of people but not with [Name] in the car.

It was a long quiet drive to [Name's] apartment. When they arrived, Sasuke parked and looked over to her with a smirk.

"So when are you ever going to invite me in?" He asks as she opened the car door and grabbed her bag.

"Sorry, but I will never allow company over when my apartment is dirty," she replies.

Sasuke scoffs, rolling his dark eyes. "You always say that! I don't care if your place is dirty. Just let me in."

"No."

She steps out the car, closed the door and walked towards the staircase. It was then that Sasuke rolled down the window and yelled out, "You've been to my house like fifty times! And I know your place can't be that dirty!"

[Name] stops in her tracks, turning to look at her best friend. She sighs quietly, and walks back over to Sasuke.

"I've only been to your house four times. Not fifty. And yes, my apartment is really dirty," she says in a matter-of-fact way. "I'm a disgusting human being, Sasuke."

Sasuke smirks and gives up. "Fine, I'll respect your privacy. Goodbye [Name]."

"I'll see you tomorrow Sasuke."

He didn't leave until [Name] walked up the staircase and to her apartment door. He waited until she entered safely before he left.

...

[Name's] apartment was crystal clean. Nothing was out of place. She just hated when people came over. A person had to be really special to come over. Special as in future husband special. Other than that, she wouldn't invite people over.

She locked the door, placing her bag down onto the floor behind the couch. She had no homework since it was the first day of school.

[Name] walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water. She opened it and in moments chugged it down.

It was now time for [Name] to unwind. The absolute quietness of her home set her body at ease. Her guard lowered whenever she was truly alone.

Walking to her bedroom, she took off her shoes and placed them in her closet. She made sure the curtains were closed before she undressed, and redressed herself in a large white T-shirt.

At home, [Name] felt free to be herself. Most people wouldn't guess that she had a TV, since she never was caught up on any reality shows like Sakura or Ino. Some people wouldn't even guess that she lived alone; or that she earned her money by working early in the morning at a 24 hour diner and selling knitted items online. Hell, not even Sasuke knew that she knitted in her free time.

[Name] didn't want to be a mystery to people, it just sort of happened. It definitely wasn't a conscious choice, but she did enjoy the privacy that was brought along with it.

She looked at the time, seeing that it was 3:24pm. She had an hour and thirty six minutes before she had to go to bed.

[Name] thought it was enough time to finish the scarf she started knitting two days ago. However, her phone had buzzed. She looked at the time again, seeing that six minutes had passed. Always at 3:30 her mother would text her, seeing if she had returned home safely. Each and every time, [Name] would text back a "Yes, I'm fine mom".

After responding to her mother's text, she had forgotten all about her knitting project and moved to the kitchen again. Her hunger sense kicked in considering she hasn't eaten since earlier this morning.

She opened the refrigerator door, hoping to find something to eat. There was a half eaten pie sitting on one shelf, and a bag full of apples below it. She picked the apple over the pie. Walking away, she took a bite of the apple. She found herself sitting on the couch, picking up one if the many books that littered the table.

"I need to get new ones," she says, referring to the books. She had read all of the ones in her home, and she wasn't one to reread a book after only just reading it.

The girl sighs, picking up the remote to watch some mind numbing television for an hour. Well, it was more of background noise as she sat and thought about random things and the complexities of them all.

Unconsciously, she curled herself up into a ball; something she liked to do when she swam in the depths of her mind. Nothing in particular stuck to her brain, just a mental recap of the day before she went to sleep at five.

Speaking of sleep, [Name] thought she might hit the hay early. No homework is almost equivalent to more sleep. She looked at the time, seeing it was four o'clock exactly. An extra hour of sleep seemed good to her, so she headed for bed.

...

[Name] woke up to the sound of her alarm. The constant ringing bringing her sleepy brain closer and closer to a wakeful state.

Turn it off. Begged her mind as she sat straight up in bed. Her eyes were still half lidded as she attempted to reach for her alarm on her phone. She swiped for the snooze button instead of the off button, though it was an accident.

[Name] rubs the sleep from her eyes, standing from her bed. She went to her closet, taking out her uniform for her job; a black shirt with the name of the restaurant, and a short black skirt. She was allowed to wear any shoes she liked so she picked regular converse.

She dressed herself, put her school uniform into her messenger bag and freshened herself up. She went to her wallet and made sure she had the correct fare for the bus. It was then that her alarm went off again, which resulted in the girl jumping out of surprise and losing one of her coins.

"Damn it," she mumbles as she crouches down and checks under her bed for her loose change. Her alarm was still ringing which slightly annoyed her, so she stands up and snatches her phone up. She swipes right, which turned off her alarm completely.

[Name] sighs,  checking under her bed again for her coin. Hesitantly, she reaches underneath moving her hand left and right. She then felt something chilly under her touch and wrapped her hand around it. Retracting her from under the bed, she opens up her hand to see the coin she lost. Sighing in relief, she set her money down onto her nightstand.

[Name] walked to the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator door looking for something to eat. She grabbed ingredients she needed for a breakfast burrito. This was her usual food during this time, and it was easy to make.

She allowed the food to cook in the pan stirring occasionally before scooping it on to a tortilla. [Name] rolled up the tortilla around the food to create a burrito.

She took a bite as she looked at the clock, seeing that she had fifteen more minutes until she had to leave. Holding the burrito in her mouth, she walked back to her room picking up her things. She shoved her bus fare deep into her her jacket pocket and put it on.

She rested the strap of her school bag on her shoulder, grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

Her commute to work started now.

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A/N: GAH!! That was so long and boring. I apologize.