Strawberries (A Naruto Fanfic)

Chapter 7: The Roof

Author's Note

If you must know, the 'Couples Clique' as described in Chapter 3, will be incorporated in the later chapters. Be patient and wait for all that good stuff, okay. Ne, ne?! Am I right? No...Okay, well READ, review, fav, follow. Whatever but if you can, ENJOY!

Disclaimer= You're so paranoid. If I owned Naruto, why would I be writing about it on a free-for-all website? Ok then so no, I don't own Naruto or it's delectable characters.

I sit in the darkness, once again. And once again, I'm thinking about something else. Or should I say, someone else.

I'm thinking about Furea.

Terrifyingly, not surprising to me anymore.

Yesterday after we left the nurse's office, we both walked and talked about any random stuff we could come up with as we headed out of school. She walked me to the front of the school, and before we parted ways she suggested that I do call her sometime, also making sure to add, "That's what friends do."

I never realized how much I enjoy her company until after she walked away, leaving down the opposite street from me. Despite that annoying, fruity perfume she always wears, she actually is really cool to be around. Not the slightest bit annoying, either. I would have expected a stalker to at least be annoying when you meet them, but you know...

We expect a lot of things that don't turn out the way we want them to.

And so, I sit here thinking about her and the conversations we've had so far. They aren't important, and I barely pay attention, but I like to think of the time I've spent with her, anyway.

I decided to stay home today, not wanting to go to school with my face hurting all day like it is now. My parents agreed, too, and let me sit in the darkness today without pestering me to get up for breakfast. I've been expecting to sit in my room all day, doing nothing in the darkness, but the idea that Furea reminded me of yesterday while walking out of school plagued my mind again.

I should call Furea.

This time, it doesn't sound so bad. I really do enjoy her company a lot. It's something to look forward to when you're basically alone most of your day.

So I dial her number. As the tone rings in my ears, I begin to get unusually frantic. Thoughts like, "Maybe I shouldn't call," and, "Maybe she won't want to talk right now," run through my mind as I listen. Just as I move my hands to give up and end the call, she answers.

"Yello?" she says lazily through the phone.

I sheepishly scratch the back of my head with embarrassment about my previous thoughts. "Uh... hi," I answer back.

"Hmm, who is this?" she asks curiously.

"I, uh, Menma," I answer back. My face heats up. She isn't making this easy.

"Menma? Oh! Menma!" she exclaims cheerfully. "How are you? To be honest, I thought you'd never call."

"I'm doing good. Um, how 'bout you?" I ask.

"I'm doing okay, I guess," she answers. "Hmm, so, any reason you called? Of course, I have no problem with talking, but knowing you, you wouldn't call me without a reason."

"Heh heh, yeah!" I laugh a little too loudly. "That's what I – I wanted to do with you. Uh, talk."

"You sound unsure. Are you okay?" Now she thinks I'm crazy.