My Bad Habit

My Distorted Paradise

What's good guys? No? Oki. We feelings good and I'm gonna start writing a bit every day because I don't even come on here to read anymore and that's kinda sad but what can you do? Anywhore, let's get on with the chapter.

Chapter 15: My Distorted Paradise
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Ino POV-

It's been a week. A week since Tekashi sensei announced Sai was dead. A week since I have seen Shikamaru.

It's been a week since I have seen his face outside my camera roll, a week since I've heard his voice. A week since I've smelt that intoxicating scent of his, a week since I've seen those piercing grey eyes. A fucking week.

This week has been spent with me more than likely breaking his phone due to the amount of texts and messages and calls. I haven't gotten any sleep, I'm exhausted. I cry randomly, including during class. Silently wiping my nose which has gone red. I don't really talk anymore, to anyone really. If I have to say something I write it somewhere. They'll find it eventually. My friends have stopped trying to cheer me up after they realized I wasn't going to respond.

Huh. I've turned into him.

Damn him.

Fuck him.

This is bullshit.

I'm at home so I confide in the one person I can. I text my bestie, Sakura.

Ino: Sakura, what should I do Shika hasn't returned any of my calls or texts.

Sakura: go to his house or so help me I will chop you both!

I facepalm. Why the hell hadn't I thought of that.
Thanks Sakura, you guys see why she is my bestie right?

With that I get out of my cocoon of covers and run to catch a quick shower before getting dressed and grabbing my dads keys as it was a Saturday. Without saying a word to him, I leave the house locking the door behind me.

In the driveway, I pull up the directions and start the route to his house. Right, left, left, right, left. Every turn makes me feel more and more overwhelmed, paralyzed. On the last turn I pull into his neighborhood and give a breath of relief when I see his motorcycle in one of the driveways, his father outside working on his old Cadillac.

I pull up in front of him and get out. Probably not dressed appropriately, wearing sweats and a hoodie with slides, but this is what I've been reduced to recently.

"Hello Mr. Nara, is it safe to assume Shikamaru is home?" I say politely. He looks up, a splitting image of his son, just more aged with a scar. I see where he gets his looks from.

"I was wondering when you would show up Ino, he's been holed up in his room for the longest. Go on upstairs, door to the right." With his short statement he goes back to his work. As I pass by, I hear him chuckle under his breathe, "it's about damn time he found someone to put up with his attitude."

Walking into the house it's apparent that a woman hasn't been here in a long ass time. His mom does travel a lot due to her work though so I'm actually pretty impressed the place isn't a complete mess considering how lazy the men of this family are.

As climb the steps, each one making my heart heavy and my breaths more labored. I finally make it upstairs after what seems like forever and look and see the only door on the right, Shikamaru was behind that door, making me even more angry. How dare he? No Ino, don't lash out. I shuffle to door, about to knock, then everything I went through in this solitary week resurfaced and I knocked his damn door down without a second thought.

No I didn't slam it open, I knocked the damn thing off it's hinges. Forget not lashing out.

And I see him.

Reaching into his drawer presumably for boxers as he was in a towel, water dripping down his back from his hair. I notice a tattoo on his left shoulder that has some text surrounded by flowers. Too small for me to read.

As the door comes down, a blast of his scent hits me straight in the face. Damn I missed that. He turns around quickly though, a pissed expression that would have made me scared if I wasn't just as pissed. What was I mad at? Him.

I step over the door rushing him and before he can brace himself I punch him, beating his chest. He just fucking stands there. No reaction. Blow after blow I give, not letting up repeating the same thing in hysteria, "I FUCKING HATE YOU! HATE YOU! HATE YOU! Hate you.." Breaking down in tears I continue to beat against his chest, before he wraps his arms around me, stopping all of my violent advances.

I continue to cry, thankful that I didn't wear any makeup. In his arms I felt safe, and he held me tight. This was it. This is what I've been missing this whole time. My insane boyfriend, my distorted paradise. My loud cries slowly turn into sniffles and he settles me on his bed as he pulls on some boxers under his towel.

He dries his hair and goes about his routine, and I watch him. Watching the way he moves around his space, so sure of what he's doing, so unlike me, so beautiful. Finally he turns to me, and I wipe my nose quickly. Damn it wasn't I supposed to be mad?

All the anger was gone now. He furrows his brow and I look him dead in the eye, searching for an answer. And I find it. He makes his way to me hugging me even tighter than before. His head resting on my shoulder, his body engulfing mine on the bed. I feel a wetness on my neck.

It's not my tears this time.

I sigh in relief. His silence speaks volumes. No one makes it out as a proper explanation, but I understand exactly what he's saying. I hug him back, intoxicated, finally.