What's The Point?✓

Chapter Five

Naruto stared at the ceiling. It was four in the morning and he was laying on his bed. In a couple of hours he was going to profess his, "Love," for Hinata, do the bet, and get Sakura at the end of the month.

"Dad, you are a jerk. Back when you were my age, you were an idiotic jerk." I said. I couldn't believe he would actually do that. Dad frowned.

"Hmm, I would say that. My seventeen year old self wasn't exactly the smartest guy around."

"You say." I replied dryly.

"I can just stop the story now, you brat."

"Okay, okay, keep going!"

Closing his eyes, Naruto made sure to clean up for tomorrow. It was a start for a gain he was sure he was going to get.

Take that, Teme.

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It was after school and sunny. A wind flew through, leaves dancing. Birds chirped quietly. Two figures stood behind the academy building, one looking down, the other to the side.

"So, uh yeah... Will you go out with me?" Naruto said nervously. He was half scared she would say no. Hinata's whole face was deep red, and she was staring at the ground.

"Is... is that a yes?" Naruto mumbled as he scratched his neck. Hinata looked up and stared into his eyes, her own full of tears.

Oh crap! Did she figure out about the bet? Naruto internally screamed. His heart was beating so fast, it was as if it was going to pop out. His palms started to sweat, eyes darting to the side.

"Y-yes!" Hinata pronounced loudly. Naruto looked down and widened his eyes.

"Really? Like, seriously?" Naruto questioned.

"I-I'm sorry I t-took so long t-to answer... I just... well..." Hinata shyly tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Naruto leaned in closer, and Hinata turned even redder.

"Hmm?" Naruto asked, not really listening.

"I... I just h-had t-the biggest c-crush on y-you a-all these years! And to think, m-my crush l-liking me b-back? It's a d-dream come true!" Hinata squealed. Naruto looked down, feeling guilty.

Hinata actually likes me? Damn, now I feel a bit bad. But then he remembered how awesome and nice Hinata was. She was the class representative, always helping and being kind to everyone. She wouldn't mind his little bet, would she? He was sure she wouldn't.

I stood up, slamming my hands onto the table.

"YOU, FATHER, ARE A GULLIBLE, IDIOTIC, STUPID PERSON." I yelled. "HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY THINK THIS IS OKAY? THAT MOM WOULDN'T MIND THIS? HOW ARE YOU MY DAD?"

Dad simply stirred his cocoa with a coffee straw and looked up wistfully at me.

"Hmm? I guess I was pretty stupid. And to answer you questions, it consisted of a lot of moans, screaming, yelling, kis-"

"Just stop. I didn't need the literal jazz."

"Really?"

"WHAT ELSE?"

"I don't know."

"There must have been a ton of sexual tension."

"Huh?"

"You know, between you and Mom?"

"Now that I think back on it, yeah, you're right. But why do you care?"