The idea pop into my head while listening to some music.

I own nothing...yet! _

Disclamer: I dont own the songs in this story or naruto.

And sooooo on with the story!

You Sir Are an IDIOT!

The walls on the house started to vibrate when the music on the computers mega speakers started to raise up. The house was empty except for a person, who was currently singing along with the song.

They're gonna clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun

And keep an eye on you, son

So they can watch all the things you do

as the beat of the song started to raise up, the person got up from the bed and bobbed her head to the beat.

Because the drugs never work , a smirk made its way on to her face as she sang along

They're gonna give you a smirk

'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean

They're gonna rip up your heads,

Your aspirations to shreds

Another cog in the murder machine

The person had gotten of her bed and was now jumping up and down on her new black satin bed sheets, along with her black pillows, that were bouncing on the bed with her. And as loud as her voice could go she yelled out with the song

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

As the songs loudness went down just abit, the girl jumped of her bed, singing along, towards her spacious closet and pulled out a black long sleeve shirt that had useless buttons, but clinged to her body like a second skin, a mid-thigh plaid skirt, and a pair of knee high converse shoes. She came of her closet and began to dress when a person started to knock- more like bang- on the door.

"TURN THAT PIECE OF CRAP DOWN!"

Not caring in the slightest she continued to dress. The banging stopped seeing as how the music only went up in volume.

The boys and girls in the clique

The awful names that they stick

You're never gonna fit in much, kid

But if you're troubled and hurt

What you got under your shirt

Will make them pay for the things that they did

She sat down on her desk that had a mirror attached to it and but on abit of black eyelinger, mascara, and painted her lips in a pale pink. She paused the music on the computer, clicked on a few things and turned it off. Grabing her ipod she scrolled down to the song she was hearding and jammed the ear phones in.

They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me

They could care less as long as someone'll bleed

So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose

Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me

Going down the stairs, she passed by a small mirror hanging on the wall, looked at her refection and ran a hand through her hair, and left it in a tousled-sexy way.

Then walked passed the living room, ignoring the yells of "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" and "GET BACK HERE!".

She quickly walked away from her house, took out her iphone, and checked her messages. She had to get away from that house, the stress and frustration levels in

her raise up in her way too quickly for her liking. So she does the next best thing aside from blasting the fucking windows away from her room, which is LEAVE for HOURS into the night, dancing and taking back volkda shots like nothing.

Her life was nothing but tragic memories and nothing but disappointment, her beloved mother was never home, and when she was, well it was best to leave the house, because lets face it nobody wants to hear what kinds of sounds your mother can make while being banged against the wall. Her mother was a diffcult woman to please in anything, she never stopped complaining when she was home, she screamed and shout about god knows what and it bothered the shit out her, so she left the woman to smoke whatever the fuck she was smoking, beacuse fuck she came home once yelling about fucking chickens and whatnot.

Then there was her father that pitiful, sorry ass, fucking pathetic, excuse of a man. He is just not worth talking about. The man was always pissed drunk and couldnt form a coherent sentence even if his life dependet on him.

So by the age of 10 seeing as how her "family" couldnt even wash a shitty plate, she took it upon herself to learn all she needed to learn about surviving. And thank all the holy heavens that there was intenet, because that was how she learn how to make coffee among other things. And so checking on her messages she somehow walked to downtown, where there was a store at each corner with some neon lights, huge billboards with models on them selling make-up she guessed. She went and managed to find an empty bench to sit on, and was about to make a phone call, when music started to play on one of the billboards and as soon as it did there was screaming as if someone had died or something. Actually there would have been less noise even if someone had been shot.

There on the biggest and brightest screen was the wildly know and most famous band of the fucking century the "Nighmares". She looked up with a bored expression on her face. She got up to leave when a voice from behind called to her.

"Leaving so soon?" without turning back, she already knew who was behind her.

"Ah. going somewhere where i can hear myself think." she looking at the billboard watching as the bands music video played and the fangirls fainting.

"hm. Lets go, the others are waiting for us"

"you knew i was going to be here?"

"I always know where you are."

"playing to be the stalker now, Gaara?" she turned to face him with a small smirk playing on her face.

" I have no need to be such a thing, when i can simply ask where i can find a girl with pink hair, Sakura" he returned the small smirk with his own, turned his body to the

side, his eyes never leaving hers, and tilted his head to the side in a sign for her to follow him. Sakura let out a small sigh and turned back to see the band still playing on the billboard. Gaara was watching her as she turned back to him, and he gave her a barely noticable nod of encouragement for her to follow. With a final sigh she walked passed him, with him right behind her, and into the darkness of the park.

Done woo! the idea was...i dont know. I was hearing music and the idea of making a story just wouldnt leave my head so...yeah. _

The story sounded way better in my head...T_T

umm...please review! This is my first story here so please be nice and dont flame me with a flame thrower. I would really appreciate it! =)

and tell me if i should continue or not!

Thanks! =)

and if your wondering about the song it was "My Chemical Romance: Teenagers"