Part 4

12 2 0
                                    

" Hello (y/n)" Gaara looked up at the very sweaty protagonist. (Y/n) scooted herself over to her door as fast as lightning . She fumbled with her keys and opened her door in haste .
" I'm so sorry Gaara , I knew it my day was getting too good .How long were you waiting?"
" Not too long , you don't have to worry . " That was a lie . Factually Gaara was waiting for an hour outside (y/n)'s door and he didn't feel like calling her up because he knew that she was at work. (Y/n) wanted to help Gaara with his luggage but there was barely any so she cleaned up her mess of an apartment quickly.
" (Y/n) " Gaara said as he came out of the guest room .
" Yes?"
" Here " Gaara handed her a  plant from the cactacea family. Basically a cactus .
" Oh thank you, I'll keep it on top of the coffee table ." (Y/n) felt silly as her heart fluttered at such a small gesture ...ahh how it meant to be in love ........no, not love ..to have a minor crush. A type of  crush you have on celebrities. As (y/n) put on the plant , a thought struck her like lighting. She sheepishly looked at Gaara.
" Gaara ...um...I haven't made anything to eat so what would you like ? I'm willing to make a sacrifice and order in something ." (Y/n) took out her cellphone but then she remembered that she had her 7/11 plastic bag . As (y/n) was lost in her own thoughts , Gaara took a quick shower and went to kitchen to cook something , he opened up the fridge and took out the soy , vegetables , sausages and rice .
(Y/n) could suddenly smell the aromatic food coming from her kitchen , she stopped, thinking something wasn't right and then hurried to the kitchen where she saw Gaara moving like Captain America. ' damn....Ino why would you leave him? Ah yes Painter boy.'  (y/n) didn't want to seem like a moron so she helped him chop the vegetables and make the most awkward small talk she could ever initiate .
" I didn't know you could cook Gaara . I'm impressed . Ino never told me that....shit. I mean well we're very good friends and she lives so close by and she visits so very often . I'm sorry Gaara , it slipped from my mouth."
Gaara was nothing but amused.
' I wonder if I can make her more flustered .'
" Not a problem . We broke up because we rarely ever saw each other . It's good to know you both live close by unlike how the both of us were when we were together."  Gaara replied , he looked over (y/n) who was chopping the vegetables looking like she had dropped a baby . Gaara slightly chucked and (y/n) looked at him in disbelief realising that he was just teasing her .
" Subaku Gaara , the audacity!!!!
I would stab you but since you're cooking dinner I shall spare you!" (Y/n) glared at Gaara in a hoax manner.
" Oh no , what ever shall I do ? I shall cook dinner for my majesty to keep her happy ." Gaara could play along too if he wished and he definitely felt like it.
"Oof , I'm going inside . Do you need any more help?" (Y/n) had finished chopping the vegetables and she looked at Gaara for more work .
" I think it'll be alright , I'll call you if I need any help. Do you have any beer ? "
(Y/n) giggled " hehe infact I do have beer" , she opened up the fridge and took out beer she hid at the back  because her friends would always steal and get drunk and high and cause a mess of the place . She left Gaara in the kitchen and thought maybe she could use her bartender experience to make some special drinks and so she did . 

(Y/n) mixed beer with adelhyde and karmotrine to make it sweet. She asked Gaara if he wanted a stronger one  and he said yes , so she mixed Bronson to make the drink strong .
As Gaara came out with the food , she served the drinks. They laughed and shared stories of their childhood . Gaara told (y/n) that he was here because he had a graphic designing training seminar for the newbies, all in all it was a night to be remembered and a night to regret .
(Y/n) woke up next morning with a terrible headache and she could feel someone's arm around her waist but she sleeps alone ........She feared for the worse.
As she looked at the owner of the arm she realised that she had slept with her guest .
'well.....shit.'
 

Criminals Aren't Half Bad Where stories live. Discover now