𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 ━━ S. UCHIHA

V

I should've left a little later.

One of the main reasons I don't rush out that school door as soon as the bell rings is because of this exactly. The loud, squealing females, hearts stitched in place of their eyes, as they crowd and gaze up at the person they adore. Jashin, those fangirls are so annoying, it almost makes me want to kill myself just to finally be free of their over-excitement.

If only the famous Uchiha Sasuke rode a different train...

I stand on the train while looking out at the scenes that flash by the windows, earbuds shoved deep in my ears in hopes it would drown out the loud cheers, compliments, and pick-up lines from the other girls, but to no avail.

A ball of guilt and embarrassment forms deep inside my chest just from knowing that the girls are ruining everyone's afternoons. I glance to the elderly couple sitting in front of me, an apologetic gleam to my face. Luckily, though, the people here forgive them, in some way. They don't get outrageous or throw attitude. Instead, they just giggle and smile at their youthfulness, listen to their own music, or find a way to distract themselves from it.

The elderly couple shakes their heads with innocent smiles.

Feeling the weight inside me lift a little, which I'll take, I glance over to the mob of females. I can't imagine being in that situation—the center of the crowd or being a part of the crowd. Either way, it seems so unlike me.

"You guys go to the same school?" It was the elderly woman who wore a cute violet hat with a pink bow neatly tied to the side. Her sparkly blue eyes gaze into mine.

Putting on a sweet smile, I nod.

"Oh, what school?"

I take out my earbuds to show that I'm engaging in conversation, so I don't seem rude. "Konoha High."

"Really?" her husband, I assume, asks. For his age, he looks fairly young with semi-dark hair and luscious hazel eyes. "Their uniforms sure have changed."

I giggle. You have no idea how cute old people are to me. "You used to go?"

"No, but our daughter did." He smiles as he turns back to the group of girls as the holler once again. I follow pursuit, tilting my head to see Naruto and Sasuke doing something. I have no idea what, but with Naruto... oh goodness gracious. "She was never part of big groups like those. She was more like you."

Alarmed, I whip my head back to the man. I scratch the back of my head, unsure of how to respond at first. "Well, I don't really like the attention or the drama."

"That's what she claimed, too," the woman says. "Said it would distract her from her studies. She was always a good student because of that."

"Yeah?" I ask, gripping the train handle as it slows for its next stop. "That's good."

"I suppose," the woman mutters, leaning back into the seat.

The city scenery behind the couple ends in a snap as we pass a dividing wall between the urban and the floods of people waiting to get on the train.

"Well," the man huffs, patting his legs. "This would be our stop. It was very nice talking to you, young lady."

"Thank you," I reply. "It was very nice talking to you, too."

"Such a sweet girl," the woman chimes as her husband helps her to her feet as the train stops. "Keep up your studies and do get out more. You may not see it now, but having a social life will be quite an adventure for you."

I do a two-thirds bow to them as I thank them once again. "I will take your advice, ma'am."

She smiles at me once more before hooking her arm through her husband, together, both of them shuffle slowly out the door. They are so damn cute. That's the kind of life I want to have when I grow old. It seems so nice.