Several movies have passed since the tackling incident and the dim light of the flickering TV illuminates the sleeping teens on the makeshift double bed, a fortress of pillows and blankets surrounding their unconscious forms.
Cloud is in the middle, her sky blue hair come loose from her ponytail and surrounding her head like a halo. Her head is resting on none other than the Weasel's lap, with him leaning against the headboard, stoic and impassive even in sleep. Her blue hair is scattered over the Weasel's lap, the color contrasting strongly with his dark attire and one of his hands was tangled in her mess of hair.
Beside them is Sasori, looking every bit the calm and collected person he was even when he is sleeping. His head is pillowed by his arms and he is the only person sane enough to not get tangled with someone he hates.
On Cloud and Itachi's other side is Deidara, his long limbs sprawled haphazardly over the bed and his blonde hair tangled and messy. One of May's sweatpant clad legs is on top of one of his while his arm is acting as her pillow. His other is clamped loosely over her body.
Bags of popcorn, sweets and various other things of the like litter the beds. The television hums softly, waiting to be told to play yet another movie.
A soft whimper tears through the relatively silent room.
Sasori blinks awake and looks around. A dazed Cloud sits up, trying to locate the sound. The bluette stands and trudges over to one of the backpacks thrown haphazardly on the beds and unzips it. The sound seems to increase in volume as she pulls out one of the baby dolls. But it falls silent at her small, feeble pats of comfort.
She turns around and trudges back to her spot on the makeshift bed. Her eyes are closed completely. Sasori almost smiles. Despite his friend's unresponsive state, her instincts are almost ninja like in the mornings.
Baby curled into her arms, the bluette plops down onto Itachi's lap. Her head slams into his chest like a deadweight and the weasel blinks awake with a murderous glint in his dark eyes. He looks down, only to be met with a cloud curling up against him with a baby doll in her arms. A small twinge of confusion sparks his features.
But the weasel himself must be out of it, for all he does is move an arm around the petite female and fall back asleep himself.
Sasori smirks. He was hoping something along the lines would happen.
Pulling out his cellphone, he presses a small button on the side-activating the camera. He quickly snaps two professional-worthy photos of the two pairs of hate-buddies. Opening May's laptop, because Cloud's is equipped with loads of security, the devious ginger brings up the internet and his account on Ninjabook.
Instantly, he's bombarded with millions of friend requests and messages. Its been a while since he's been on.
He expertly sends the photos to his email and uploads them onto the computer. Then he proceeds to post them on Ninjabook for all the school to see.
He titles his work: KA's Newest Couples.
Like a ninja, the ginger logs off and closes the laptop. Thankfully the whole process hadn't taken long-for he was certain the bright light that the screen emanated was sure to wake at least Itachi up.
"Butter monkies." May grumbles tiredly, snuggling closer to the warmth beside her.
Sasori smirks. If only his phone were a video camera...
A loud horrified scream rips through the silent, sleepy air that coats the campus-again. For the second morning in a row.
Sasori grimaces, watching May as she shoves against a somehow still heavily sleeping blonde who's latched onto her like she's the last piece of candy in the world. Itachi's eyes fly open, but before the weasel can attack the screaming girl, Cloud stands and shoves a baby doll in his face.
