Helloooooo everyone! So I think it's been a little over forever since I wrote something here, so I figured that I could just randomly pop in a make a story. I know that half of you think I'm dead (I'm not, I promise!) and the other half have probably not even noticed I'm gone. But either way, I hope that you enjoy this little story. I know I keep doing the stories out of order from that list I made all those years back, but I just kinda am going with whatever plot bunny hits me first. So I hope that this is as good as it used to be for you all! Enjoy =)

Warning: There is sex somewhere in the future between a boy and another boy….I should be a psychic

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Naruto world…but I do own the Ramen appreciation day =)

Chapter one: Expect the Unexpected, Uzumaki!

Some people have told me that your senior year of high school can change the rest of your life. Whether it's because of sport scholarships, the lead role in a play, or simply the memories that you make with your friends, there is something special about that year. It is felt by the teachers and underclassmen as well. The classes are the last things on your mind, as ironic as that is. I had been waiting for this since my first day of freshman year. Nothing sounded more appealing than being the king of the school, enjoying all of the perks of my final year of high school. It was supposed to change my life forever.

"Naruto Uzumaki, you better not be sleeping in class again!" So after my first month of being a senior, I was extremely bummed to discover that nothing had changed from junior year. I groaned then lifted my head up slowly, leaning on my arm while sticking my tongue out at the angry girl in front of me.

"What's the problem? The teacher's not even here right now. Besides, it's not like I can sleep with someone like you screaming in my ear." I laughed for a moment before a book came barreling at my head, knocking me out of my seat. If anyone around us noticed my epic fall, they said nothing, continuing to work on whatever it was that we were supposed to finish by the end of class. Like I said, this was nothing different from the past three years of school. Rubbing the bump that was soon to form on my head, I whined and looked back to my assailant. "Sakura! You could have killed me!"

Sakura Haruno, the one who claimed to be my friend, rolled her eyes at my statement.

"We all know your head is far denser than our math book. You'll be fine."

"But what about the brain damage you're causing?!"

"What brain?" Growling, I glanced over to the other sadist who dared to call himself my companion. Shaggy brown hair barely brushed the red markings on his face, a pearly white smile only pissing me off more.

"Shut it, Kiba. Last time I checked, I'm doing better than you in this class and all I do is sleep." He twitched at my confident smirk, unable to argue against the truth. Even if I didn't pay attention in class, math wasn't a problem for me. In fact, it was one of the only classes that I was good at. While most people found equations and mathematical problems troubling, I could never figure out why. Now English, that was a nightmare. Give me fractions over grammar anytime.

"You wait; with Hinata's help I'll crush you at the end of this year!" I laughed loudly before pushing off the floor, brushing myself off and shaking my head.

"You say this every year. I don't know why she still tutors you. No matter how many hours she spends with you, the information is never going to stick." I grinned brightly before pain struck the left side of my face. Sakura grabbed my cheek and yanked me back into my seat forcibly.

"Stop picking on him, at least he tries to get better. You, however, rely far too much on Sasuke to save your ass in English." At the mention of Uchiha, I sheepishly brushed underneath my nose and looked away.

"Why do you got to bring him into this? Nobody asked about the prodigy child." At my childish pout, Sakura smile and ruffled my hair.

"Now is that really nice to say about your best friend? We all know you two are attached at the hip, even if neither one of you will accept it." I looked away from her, staring out the window in protest of what she said. I knew what she was talking about; I also knew better than to admit it. In middle school, I had been introduced to Sasuke Uchiha in my English class. We had been sat next to each other because of our last names, just like every other class for the next three years. Sasuke had been the complete opposite of me; always staying quiet and keeping himself distant from all of the other kids who wanted to be his friend. Even in class, he didn't speak much to me despite my best attempts to befriend him. That finally changed when our teacher paired us together for an English assignment, giving me time alone with him after school. Being alone had allowed him to open up more than I had ever expected from the silent child. Even if his words were short and to the point, it was enough. In those days after school, I had found my best friend.

Ever since that assignment, Sasuke and I had always followed one another. I managed to get him to participate in after school programs with me, and was there when he discovered his interest of the guitar (an instrument I could have never seen him playing). He followed me throughout my exploration of soccer, a sport that we both seemed to excel in. He didn't like cooking, but volunteered to sign up for the cuisine classes because of my obsession with it. And every day we didn't have practice, we were hanging out. Weekends were spent with sleeping over each other's houses alternatively, our parents simply happy we were able to build such a strong bond. I was an only child, and Sasuke's only brother was five years older than him. The teenage guy had little time to play with him. Within those three years, Sasuke became my favorite person. A person I would do anything for.

And then we entered high school. A completely different world than our middle school experience, high school tested my friendship with Sasuke in several different ways. For one, our classes differed much more than our almost identical schedules in middle school. With that came new people. We met Sakura in our elective cooking class, while our first interaction with Kiba and Sakura's best friend Ino came on the soccer field at try-outs. Sasuke's intelligence led him to an AP English class and a lazy guy named Shikamaru. He then introduced us to the Hyuuga cousins, Neji and Hinata. And without even realizing it, our group had expanded faster than we could blink. The more people we added, the less time Sasuke and I had together.

Adding to our distance was the fact that Sasuke was the valedictorian. It was obvious by the end of freshman year that nobody was going to take that role from Sasuke. And, feeling a bit left out by this accomplishment, I decided to make myself stand out as well. With the support of my new friends, I became the class president. It really wasn't hard, since most people could not help but fall for my charming smile and optimistic nature. We both kept our prestigious titles throughout all of high school, which hadn't seemed to be a problem until the middle of junior year. Suddenly, the titles meant something. Sasuke was constantly being dragged off for academic achievements that I had no business being a part of. At the same time, I was being pulled in several directions between class budgeting, fundraisers, and junior prom. The already short amount of time we had for each other got sliced into fragments.

And these years in high school had changed us. Our friendship had become more jaded than it was in middle school. Fighting became more prevalent, and name calling took the place of kind words. We couldn't seem to express our friendship the same way we had when we were younger, though I couldn't figure out why. Especially when we had hit puberty our freshman year. Sasuke, like everything else, had gotten bit by the puberty bug before me. Things that were considered normal before, such as sleeping in the same bed or skinny dipping in the pond on summer nights, had Sasuke extremely uncomfortable. I tried to respect his abrupt intimacy boundaries, but it left me feeling hurt without understanding why. Suddenly, Sasuke had turned his standoffish personality to a cold demeanor that clashed with my developed energetic behavior. When together, arguments were more likely than not.

But still, despite our fighting, the others had always said there was something 'different' about my relationship with Sasuke. Sasuke seemed to somehow always be there whenever I needed him. He took any elective I asked him to, joined the soccer team with me, and even took time out of his busy schedule to help me with my English work. And no matter what I was doing, I would always be there for any award ceremony or academic achievement celebration that he had. If in a meeting or conference, I could always find a way to sneak out if Sasuke needed me. Even if it would get me in trouble later on, Sasuke was still my most important person. Nothing was going to change that.

Or, so I thought.

"Has the idiot fallen asleep sitting up?" I snapped my head out of my daydreaming at the sound of Sasuke's voice, smiling despite the insult. No matter how he entered the room, I always felt better when he was around. Still, and insult from him never went unnoticed or unanswered.

"Well aren't we blessed to see the great Uchiha in such a low level class? Should we bow in your greatness?" I fanned him with my hands while Sakura shook her head. By now she was used to our normal banter. Sasuke arched an eyebrow at me before smacking one of my hands.

"I had a free block and nothing better to do. Seventeen years old and still acting this immature." I scowled at the mention of my age, knowing his smirk was simply to mock me.

"I'm going to be eighteen in less than two weeks. You going to keep rubbing it in my face that you're eighteen? Cause that's getting really old." Sasuke was older than me by three months, a point that he never let me forget. For some reason, being older made him feel like he was superior to me in some way. Though it had never really come up when we were in middle school, he seemed to point it out every year of our high school career.

"Depends, do you intend to mature this time around?" I jumped out of my seat, ready to beat the smirk off of his perfect face, but Sakura stepped between us and poked both of us in the forehead.

"Enough you two. You guys are supposed to be models for the rest of us. If you keep this up, the whole school will be in anarchy by the time we graduate." As if it wasn't already? With a principal like Jiraiya, it seemed like a zoo any day of the week. The guy got in more trouble with the vice principal than half of the student body, and he was supposed to lead the school.

"I don't see why anyone would look to him for guidance," I said, watching our valedictorian shrug his shoulders.

"Funny, I was about to ask the same thing about you." Kiba snorted at Sasuke's remark, slapping the side of his thigh.

"The way you two fight, you should seriously be married. At least then you have a reason to bitch about each other."

"W-What the hell?! Who would ma-marry this guy?!" I flushed at Kiba's strange comment, though Sasuke didn't seem fazed by it. In fact, he glanced over to me before leaning closer to my face and smirking.

"I don't need to get down on one knee for you, do I?" If I had thought I was blushing before, my face must have been on fire at the strange question. Something warm shifted in my stomach, and I felt my vocal chords freeze up when meeting Sasuke's stare. He didn't look away, simply watched me as if seriously waiting for an answer.

"Sasuke, don't tease him." Sakura tried to come to my defense while Kiba howled in laughter, unable to stop the tears in his eyes. Finally tearing my gaze from Sasuke's unreadable face, I managed to punch Kiba across the top of his head.

"Shut up you stupid dog!" He grabbed the spot in pain, but even then he wouldn't stop chuckling. Before I could attack again, a gentle cough came from behind the three of us. I blinked and look over my shoulder, instantly smiling when I saw the class secretary awkwardly fidgeting. With wide purple eyes and black hair, Hinata could easily be called the cutest senior girl if not for her unnatural fear of speaking to people. Though she was an amazing secretary at every meeting we had, she never said a word when I asked the board for their opinions on discussion topics. Though we had been working together since she joined the team sophomore year, she still seemed to treat me like we had never spoken before. Our friendship was a huge work in progress.

"Hinata! What brings you to this side of the school? Don't you have Sociology right now?" At Sakura's cheerful questioning the silent girl nodded, fumbling a few envelopes in her hands.

"Ye-yes, but I was a-asked to deliver these pa-papers for the student council. It's a-about the class superlatives." I instantly grinned when the final word came out of her mouth. Without asking, I already knew that one of those envelopes were for me. In fact, the reason why the class council didn't take care of this particular tally was because we were told all of our members were nominated for at least one of the superlatives.

It didn't really come to a surprise to me either. My vice president was Ino, who people constantly thought was my sister because of our similar looks and personalities. What she lacked in self-control, she totally made up for in charisma and social networking. If we needed an event broadcasted and talked about, she was the best for the job. Hinata was our secretary, and her older cousin Neji was our treasurer. It was a direct order from their elders that the two Hyuuga cousins participate in the council to add points onto their transcripts for college. Where Hinata was too shy, Neji was too haughty. The past two years I had worked with him had been rough, and for most of it he hated being around me. But slowly Neji had grown to respect my enthusiasm for our class, and relaxed during out meetings. It also helped that Sasuke happened to be good friends with Neji as well, but I wouldn't give the credit to him.

"So they finally figured out the problem? About time they gave us the results; the polls were like, two weeks ago. I've been itching to find out what I got!" I jumped excitedly when Hinata handed me my envelope, starting to rip it open while Sakura grabbed hers.

"Naruto, you know it's not the counsel's fault. Wasn't there some problem with the results that had to be brought to the principal? That's what I heard at least." I nodded at Sakura's questioning, glancing to Hinata.

"Yeah, did we ever find out what happened with that? They were keeping it under big wraps when I tried to ask what was going on."

"Not th-that I kn-know of." She replied meekly, holding out an envelope to Kiba and Sasuke as well. Seeing it, I groaned, some of my excitement leaving me.

"Damnit, you got one too? Isn't there anything you don't win?" He glanced over to me as he casually placed the envelope into his pocket, not bothering to look at it.

"I didn't ask for this, you know. It was the requests of the senior body. Take it up with all of them if you wish to fight someone." I crossed my arms at his answer, noting the slight amusement that flickered in his dark stare.

"It says here on the note that we are to report to 's room today after school to discuss the superlatives. They didn't even give us a day's notice! So much for cheerleading practice today," Sakura mumbled, stuffing her letter back into the envelope while I re-read my own. Damn, they didn't even tell us what we won!

"This is bullshit. Last year the seniors knew what they got the day after the votes. Not only do we have to wait two weeks, but now we don't even get to know what they are until after school. What was the point of these stupid letters then?" I ripped up my paper and tossed it in the trash before looking at Sasuke. "Yo, do you know what's going on with these superlatives? You're in good with Mr. Hatake, he must have told you something."

"Even if he had, I wouldn't tell you. They haven't told us about them for a reason, right?" I wanted to argue, but the bell for the end of class went off before I could speak.

"Great, now I have to go to chemistry. One horrible class after the other," Kiba groaned, putting his envelope on top of his books. He sent us a wave before he glanced to Hinata, smiling. "You want to walk with me?"

"O-Oh! If yo-you want," She whispered, her fact brighter than a stop light. Somehow it got even worse when Kiba offered his hand, leading her out of the room. I smiled as the two left, knowing they had been secretly dating for well over a year. Though Kiba had no problem being open with the relationship, Hinata had been less forthcoming with her family. So for now, the two were modern day Romeo and Juliet. I smiled at the thought, though a slight pain grabbed my heart when thinking about my own love life. Despite a good number of dates and girlfriends I had throughout my high school year, nobody had ever made a spark. Kissing, groping, even sex hadn't felt like more than a physical itch I was scratching. I lost my virginity last year to a girl who, regretfully, had been nothing more than a good friend. I stayed with her for a few months only to realize that I couldn't force myself to like her when there was nothing romantic there to begin with. So I broke it off and vowed never to have sex with another person again unless I felt something different. Something unique. Four attempts later, I was still sex-less.

"Earth to Naruto! Stop your day dreaming and hurry up, we're all going to be late." Hearing Sakura's voice, I Instantly perked up, realizing that my final class was culinary. I gathered my stuff before looking between Sasuke and Sakura, grinning in spite of the earlier conversation.

"At least now I can let out my frustration out on some food!" Despite her best efforts Sakura laughed, sliding her arm around my waist while I lead her out the door of the classroom. I casually glanced behind me to see if Sasuke was following, but stopped short when I noticed he had been caught up with someone in the classroom. There, standing meekly in front of the asshole, was a petite girl I could only guess was a junior or sophomore. It didn't take much to realize what was about to happen. I watched as the girl seemed to yell something at him, to which he remained stoic and barely spoke. Soon after his clipped answer the girl seemed upset, watching as Sasuke quickly moved away from her and back to us. I frowned at the longing look in her girl's eyes before focusing back on the guy staring down at me.

"What?" He asked, seeming to notice my unusual mood.

"Jesus Sasuke, what did you say to her? She looks like you ran over her cat then backed up on it." I asked, the three of us walking toward the foods class. He didn't answer me for a moment, but found the words once we reached the classroom.

"She asked me to go out with her, and I declined. She got upset and asked me why I wouldn't give her a chance, to which I responded with something she didn't like."

"Oh not this again! Sasuke, I've told you that you've got to be nicer to these girls when they spill their hearts out to you." Sakura would know, since she was the first one to get her heart broken by him. It had barely been a month since they had met when Sakura had told Sasuke she was in love with him. He had harshly scolded her, telling her not to say things she didn't know the meaning of and walked away. I remember she cried for hours, and Sasuke and I had gotten into a huge fight about it at lunch the next day. I wasn't mad about him denying her; if he didn't like her that was not his fault. But the coldness he used was uncalled for, and it was one of the few times I got Sasuke to apologize for his actions. She had forgiven him, and thankfully our group wasn't split up because of it. Ever since, Sakura had always felt bad for the multiple girls who had tried to ask Sasuke out. No matter who they were, Sasuke always said no. To this day, he had remained dateless.

"Would you prefer I lie to them?" He said it like that was a reasonable alternative. Groaning, Sakura moved away from me and walked into the class while muttering to herself. I laughed as she left, looking over to Sasuke while leaning against his arm.

"Do you have to be such a heartbreaker?" He sent me a scowl that proved he was not amused with my statement. Or maybe it was the face I was touching him; since that was a big 'no-no' in Sasuke's book.

"Hn."

"If you don't learn to give people a chance, you're going to be living on my couch while my wife tells me to choose her or you." I blinked when the second bell went off, signaling we should have been inside by now. I moved to push away from him, but quickly found myself moving the opposite direction. Without warning I was pushed into the deserted stairwell at the end of the hallway. I yelped when the coldness of the wall seeped through my shirt, the door banging shut to isolate us from the rest of the hallway. "Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Who would you choose?" I blinked at his random question, and truthfully I couldn't even understand what he was asking.

"What do you mean? Choose what?" He stared at me so intently, that any indication that this was a joke was quickly dissipating. "Sasuke?"

"Your earlier statement, involving the couch. Who would you choose?" My mouth opened in slight shock when I realized he was talking about my made up scenario. Laughing slightly, I pushed on his chest while I spoke.

"Why should I answer that? And why are you taking it so seriously anyways? Making me late for something this dumb; you've been hanging out with Ino and Sakura too much!" Reluctantly he let me push him away, and I moved to the door while I continued to shake my head. I grabbed the door handle, starting to turn it before I stopped. My smile slowly started to fade when I let Sasuke's words sink in. Was he really worried that one day that would happen? It would make sense too, since he really never gave anyone else a chance. The only girls he bothered to talk to were the ones that I had dragged him into becoming acquaintances with. Maybe I had hit a nerve I didn't mean to by making such a careless statement. Slowly, I looked back at Sasuke, not surprised to see him staring at me. And though other people may have been freaked by his actions, it made my lip curl into a smile. This was just how our friendship was. Different. Despite him making me late for class, seeing him there made me feel…content. "Hey Sasuke?"

"What, idiot?" I rolled my eyes as his rude answer, knowing it was his way of protecting himself. I gave him a thumbs up over my shoulder, smiling.

"I'd choose you, ya know? Don't be so stupid, you know you've always been my important person. A wife that would make me choose between the two of you wouldn't be worth it. So stop sweating it!" His eyes widened slightly at my admission, but he quickly gain composure and crossed his arms. Looking away from him, I pulled the door open and prayed the wind the door created would cool my slightly heated face. I didn't know why I felt embarrassed, Sasuke was my best friend. I would never choose someone else over him. I jumped when his chest brushed my back, his breath brushing my ear. What was he doing getting so close?! What happened to personal space? Not to mention Sasuke hated any type of physical touch. Unwillingly my body shivered, mistaken the close proximity as intimate.

"You're in the way."

"S-Sorry." My answer was weak, and it took my body a second to react and move out of the doorway. What the hell was that? I looked as he emerged from the stairwell, arching his eyebrow at me slowly. He sighed and turned away from me, walking toward the classroom.

"Are you going to class? Or shall I tell her you're practicing being a human statue outside?" At his sarcastic comment I snapped out of my daze and quickly ran after him, refusing to let him get the best of me. Still, I couldn't help but wonder why he was so worried about me choosing someone else over him. Didn't he know he was my best friend?

What I thought I knew was about to get flipped completely on its head.

"Jesus, where is this guy?" I groaned and banged my head against the desk I was sitting at. School had been over for almost a half an hour and yet I was still stuck in a classroom. Despite the letter telling us to come to this classroom right after school, Mr. Hatake was still missing. I glanced around the room, seeing a good amount of people I knew and a few that I wasn't close to. Sakura was sitting next to me with Ino on the other side of me. Hinata sat awkwardly in the row behind us with Kiba to her left and Neji to her right.

"How troublesome." The yawning brunette on Ino's side was Shikamaru, who had also been summoned here with the rest of us. Looking around I noticed that one of the captains on the girls soccer team, Tenten, was here with her friend Lee. Lee was on almost every sports team imaginable, so it was no surprise that he was got nominated. I could only assume he won 'most athletic'. Scanning the room a little closer, there were people I didn't know very well, such as a boy I only knew by the name Gaara. Next to him was a girl decked out in purple, and lastly a boy who eerily reminded me of Sasuke. Luckily, Sasuke wasn't as creepy looking, or I'd have to rethink being his best friend. I paused, realizing that Sasuke was still missing as well.

"Hey, where the hell is Sasuke?" I asked, looking around quickly. Kiba smirked, leaning forward in his seat.

"You looking for your husband?" I quickly turned to face him, barely missing his face with my fist.

"Shut up or I'll put dog food in your locker." He stuck his tongue out at me but settled back in his seat. Neji sighed loudly before standing up.

"This is absurd. I will not sit here and waste my day with imbeciles such as you two when I could be doing anything else with my time." He made a point to glare at both myself and Kiba before starting to collect his stuff to leave.

"Jesus, who pissed in his cheerios?" Kiba asked, crossing his arms and scowling.

"Trust me, that was him being nice. You should see him when he gets angry. He would make his own mother cry without a second thought," Ino said, shaking her head and leaning it on her hand. I nodded, knowing just how nasty he could get when a class council meeting took longer than expected. And the weeks following up to junior prom had me and Ino dub him 'Neji-zilla' when he wasn't around. Neji had just slung his bag onto his shoulder when Sasuke walked through the doorway with in hand.
"Sasuke! Let go of the teacher right now!" Sakura said, standing up to show her anger by placing her hands on her hips. It was only when the teacher was dragged to the desk that Sasuke let go of him, not saying a word while he moved to a seat across the room. I watched him from the corner of my eye while Ino and Sakura went to check on the dazed teacher, wondering why both of them had been so late. And why wasn't he sitting near us?

"I found him reading dirty magazines in the teacher's lounge. He seemed to forget his appointment with us." Despite Sasuke's calm look, it wasn't hard to see just how irritated he was. And in truth, I couldn't blame him. Mr. Kakashi Hatake was introduced as our class advisor freshman year, and had spent every moment he could torturing my group of friends. Though he was very intelligent and cheerful, there was something sinister hidden behind his mischievous eyes. Sakura thought I was insane whenever I said that, but Sasuke had told me since sophomore year to avoid him. Because he was my best friend, I did what he asked and didn't take his class until this year. The first time I had talked to him, he told me to call him by his first name. I never heard another student call him Kakashi, so I confided in Sasuke after class. When I recalled what happened, a strange look shadowed Sasuke's face. If it was someone else I was talking to I would almost compare it to being nervous, but Sasuke was not intimidated by someone like Kakashi. I didn't know why he didn't like the teacher, especially since Sasuke was seen around him more often than any other teacher. Hell, if I didn't know any better I'd say they were having a secret affair and he was hiding it from me.

Not that he had a reason to tell me anything about his sex life! I was just…just…

"I'm sorry I'm late; time flies when you're having fun." From the glares everyone in the room gave him, Kakashi was going to be dead in a few seconds. Saving his own ass, he held up a piece of paper and smiled. "But I do have what you are all here for."

"Finally, let's just get on with this," Neji said, moving back to his seat while Kakashi leaned on the teacher's desk.

"Now please remember that these were the choices of the students in your class. No teacher or underclassman got the paper to fill out. The group who was chosen to count the tallies consisted of underclassmen and was not allowed to change the final result. There were ten different categories, with two participants for each category. Some people got nominated multiple times as well. Does everyone understand what I'm saying?"

"Okay, we get the stupid rules. Can we just get to the winners already?!" At my impatient outburst the pervert smiled before shaking his head and holding up a set of papers.

"Before we go any further, I need everyone's consent that they understand they have been nominated and agree to allow these results to be published in the yearbook. Read the passage on the paper and sign where it asks you to." I blinked when Kakashi moved around the room, handing each person a paper. Sakura thanked the teacher politely before she looked down at what he gave her.

"Excuse me, but may I ask why we have to sign this? I don't remember anything like this last year."

"That's because this is something new. Some of our students last year did not feel comfortable for voting specially for one boy and one girl in every category." I almost forgot about that huge argument last year. The seniors had unanimously voted that two girls should have been in the same category for "most likely to succeed", despite the rule that one boy and one girl had to be chosen. After a huge discussion with the school board, the girls both got entered in for the category.

"Is that why it took the office so long to figure out what to do with our results?" Kiba asked, handing back his signed form. I barely even glanced down at what it said before signing it, not caring what I got. In all honestly, I knew that my class had a positive opinion of me. I was friends with most and had been voted into my position as class president every time by a landslide. I didn't need to worry about the category they picked for me.

"We decided this year we wouldn't put the requirements of one male and one female. We simply said to write down two people who fit each place. Now for the most part, it still followed the traditional pattern. However, there were a few categories in which this pattern didn't follow. After talking it over with the principle and vice principle, we supported your decisions. The paper you signed says that you understand what I just explained to you, and agree to stand by what your classmates have chosen. Does everyone understand?"

I felt an eerie chill go down my spine when Kakashi's devilish gaze focused on me. Just what the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Mr. Hatake." Sasuke spoke quietly, drawing the gaze of the teacher away from me. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling in my bones.

"Naruto? Are you okay?" I glanced over to Sakura, laughing quickly and nodding when I felt everyone's gaze move to me.

"Yeah! Just excited to see what I got nominated for, you know?" She smiled and ruffled my hair, making me whine. Whenever she did that, I felt a little more of my masculinity slip down the drain.

"If Naruto got picked, I must have skipped the 'dumbest' column on my ballot." I growled at Kiba's jab, wishing he was closer so I could hit him.

"You'd be right there beside him." I looked up at Sasuke's comment, surprised that he got involved in the conversation. He smirked as Kiba sputtered to try and retaliate, though the dimwit couldn't figure out how to form a comeback.

"Settle down kids, don't make me give you detention." Like the pervert would even show up to it! I scoffed, turning back to the teacher as Kakashi finished collecting the consent forms. "Are you ready to hear the results now?"

"We've been ready for two weeks you crazy teacher!" I shouted, seriously getting annoyed with the amused look on his face. Just what was it that had this guy so happy? And why did I have a sneaky suspicion that it involved me?

"Your wish is my command." Maybe because he kept looking at me like the cat who got away with eating the canary? Either way, he made himself comfortable leaning on the desk before looking back down at the paper in his hand. "Temari and Nara Shikamaru have the title of 'most laid back'."

"Shocking," Ino said teasingly, glancing over to Shikamaru and laughing. Though I didn't know much about this Temari girl, she didn't seem fazed by the information given to her. Maybe she was the female version of Nara?

"Next we have the two class clowns, which were one of the three categories that shared the same sex. It's no surprise to give this award to Inuzuka Kiba and Uzumaki Naruto." I grinned at the announcement, glancing over to Kiba who seemed just as content. Maybe it was because we prided ourselves with tricking everything and anyone we could. Not to mention we were the life of any party we went to. There was no denying that the people in our class knew us well.

"I guess I don't mind sharing that title with you," Kiba said, smirking while I discretely flipped him off. Sakura couldn't help but smile while Shikamaru and Neji synchronized their eye rolls. Sasuke seemed unaffected, seeming completely detached from the conversation. Feeling uncomfortable with his unsettling look, I shot him a text asking him if he was okay. I knew if I shouted it across the room he wouldn't even acknowledge me. I watched him glance to his phone, reading my text before looking up at me and giving me a short nod. Though I didn't exactly believe him, I knew he wasn't going to elaborate until we were alone. I leaned over to Sakura while the room quietly chatted about the last one said.

"What'd I miss?" I asked, listening to Kakashi list Gaara and Hinata for 'most unique'.

"Tenten and Lee got 'most athletic', and the Hyuuga cousins got 'quiestest'. Not too surprising if you ask me," she whispered, making me snort. Yeah, if only people knew what the real Neji sounds like. Sure he may not be talkative in school, but he sure gave you an earful if you didn't format the class newsletter right. He was anything but silent there.

"Haruno Sakura and Uchiha Sasuke were nominated as 'most likely to succeed'." The room clapped while Sakura blushed, laughing to try and hide her embarrassment. Really she shouldn't be bashful, that was kind of cool to hear! I always knew she was ambitious, and I was glad she was getting the recognition she deserved.

"Congrats Sakura," Ino said, giving her best friend a hug. The two were close, and you could tell that Ino was proud of her best friend. Looking over to Sasuke, I could kind of understand how Ino felt. After seeing him work so hard throughout his school career, it was kind of nice to see people recognizing it. Though he got scholarships and awards, it would be easy for the school body to feel jealousy toward his academic achievements. To see them respecting him was something that made me truly happy.

"Sakura was also nominated for 'most talkative' with Yamanaka Ino." Now that got a laugh out of the room. It was no secret that the two could gab. In fact, the only time Sakura got in trouble in school was for talking too much. And when the two of them fought, it was loud enough for China to hear. Hell, even Sasuke knew to stay out of the way when those two were verbally tearing each other to shreds. But for now the two simply glanced to each other and smiled, knowing there would be plenty of time to defend this specific title.

"Ino, you won two other nominations as well. You were paired up with Sai for 'most artistic', as well as Naruto for 'must gullible'." I blinked once when I heard my name before groaning.

"One time I believed that school was cancelled because of a made up holiday, and suddenly I'm gullible." At the memory of it I glared over to Neji and Sasuke, both seeming to be fine with their guilty conscience. During my junior year my tendency to run late got the better of me and I didn't show up to the beginning of a Christmas fundraiser we were having. It would have been fine too, if it wasn't the 'breakfast with Santa' event, in which I volunteered to dress up as Santa for the kids. With me absent and Kiba too fat to fit in the suit, Neji had to do it. And if there was one thing that Neji hated, it was children who thought it was okay to blow their noses into "Santa's" beard. By the time I got there, the damage was done and Neji swore his revenge on me.

A few months later he made up a fake holiday and somehow managed to get Sasuke to play along with his charade. We both ended up skipping school that day, and instead spend the day hanging out at the mall. I came home to a pissed off set of parents who demanded to know why I skipped school without permission, and I was grounded for a week. When I learned that Sasuke was in on the plot, I asked him why he did it. Sasuke never told me, only saying that Neji made it 'worth his while'. The next day Neji made sure everyone knew why I hadn't been in school. I learned quickly that pissing of Neji, even on accident, was one thing you tried to avoid at any cost.

"Seriously though, why would you believe there was a thing called 'Ramen appreciation day'? And why would they cancel school over it?" Sakura asked, knowing all too well what I was thinking about.

"I thought someone appreciated the food as much as I did!" I said, still determined that someday it would become an actual holiday. If we had ones for a fat guy in a red suit and a baby wielding deadly weapons, why not have one for an item that actually exists? I yelped when Kakashi hit my forehead with the palm of his hand, signaling he was done with my talking. "Hey!"

"Shut up Naruto! He's still got one category left." I blinked once at Ino's harsh statement, wondering just what the last one was. Since I filled out my ballot so long ago, I forgot half of the categories on there.
"This last one has no bearing on me, I'm leaving." Shikamaru lazily stood up from his spot, making Ino frown as she looked over at him. I looked at my vice president, wondering just what it was that he said to make her look so upset. Knowing not to ask Ino, I leaned closer to Sakura so only she could hear my question.

"What's Ino's problem with Shikamaru now?" Sakura sighed as she looked at her best friend, shaking her head.

"She's hoping that she wins this last nomination with Shikamaru, even though he has no interest in it."

"Want to clue me in here on what the last category was?" Before she could answer me, I hear Kakashi's voice fill the room with more enthusiasm than before. Instinctively, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"It would have done you well to remember this last category, Naruto. Because you're in it." Without warning, the room went silent at Kakashi's statement. Even Shikamaru stopped in his lazy stroll to the door in order to glance back at me. Okay, maybe I was the only one who didn't know what the hell he was talking about.

"With Ino?" I asked, watching as he shook his head. I furrowed my brows together, wondering what category Ino would want to win with only Shikamaru. In hindsight, I probably should have realized that my life seemed to be a giant joke to whatever controlled the fates.

"Not with Ino."

"Then with who?" I asked, getting annoyed with the overjoyed look on my teacher's face. Finally his eyes wandered away from me, and I looked back at the direction his gaze went to find Sasuke looking directly at me. I jumped at the unexpected eye contact, trying to figure out just why he looked so pissed. And Sasuke never had shown this much anger in public before. Feeling like I had done something wrong, I looked up to Kakashi again. "With Sasuke?"

"You've got it."

"Oh my god," Sakura whispered, her eyes wide in surprise as the entire room erupted. I tried to catch onto any of the conversations going on, but they were too intertwined to make sense of anything.

"Good luck, Naruto." Shikamaru sighed before he turned back around, finishing his exit of the room. Good luck? Good luck with what?! My confusion turned to anger as I looked back at the teacher who had started this whole problem, finally standing up in my seat and shouting.

"What the hell is going on right now?!" Kakashi moved forward to drop the paper he was reading from onto my desk before silently walking out of the room. I watched him leave before finally looking down at the paper, trying to find my name. At last, at the end of the paper, I found what I was looking for. And it knocked the wind out of me so fast; I didn't even realize that I fell back into my seat.

"Naruto! Are you okay?!" Sakura's concern over my abrupt fall did not falter my gaze on the piece of paper in front of me.

"This isn't…" Remember when I said that my senior year was exactly like every other year of my boring life?

Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto: Should've been a couple

…Was there a way to take that back?

Well everyone….what do you think? I'm actually nervous as all hell to put this up because I haven't written in FOREVER and I feel like it's crap. Buttttt I'm giving it a go. So what will Naruto do with this information? What is the relationship between , Sasuke, and Naruto? How will this change the group? And why isn't there a real Ramen appreciation day?! You're going to have to wait and find out with the next chapter! See ya!