ME: hey, guys. this is a shoutout to pretzel. please bring my track shorts and sexy underwear to school tomorrow! I want to wear them! And dance till the sun falls!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto, although I do wish so. Then, I would be rich and could meet hot celebrities…possibly…
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Blogging is NOT a crime!: Chapter 2
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Time: 10:34:28
Mood: Confused, lost. Where is the light that guides me?
Music: Please don't stop the head-ache, please don't stop the head-ache! It's by Rihanna…my revised version. You know? It's music, but then I replace…Okay, I'll just shut up now.
Okay. So. I am pretty lost. I am in someone's room. I'm not exactly sure whose. It's pretty nice. VERY decorated, and it looks pretty expensively furnished (big word, I know). I should get drunk and pass out more often.
The downside to that is the headache. Freaking God is freaking hammering my head open right about now. The upside? The beauty.
Plasma, iPod and speakers, stereo, desktop, laptop, desk, VERY nice bed (bouncing on it right now, in fact), cell phone, lamp, uh…yeah. I think I'm gonna stop now.
Wait. I said cell phone. Ooooooohhhhh! Just my luck. I just lost mine. Ohmigod! It's a…it's a…Blackberry!!!!!!
I love you, oh wonderful savior, owner of Blackberry's and Plasmas. I love you so much, that I will make an ode to you:
ODE TO SAVIOR
I got drunk and dizzy
Collapsing down the stairs
I find out that someone
Actually really cares
Enough to bring me to their room
Where they have lots of toys
Like Plasmas, iPods, Blackberries,
And possibly, BOYS!
I really really love you
I love you very much.
But I still won't give you my number
'Cuz you could be a stalker!
So, the end doesn't really rhyme, but, whatever. We all appreciate originality. I am TOTALLY going to steal this phone. Crap. Where do I hide it? Whatevs. I'll have gone by the time he/she gets here.
Comments
Subject: What?!
Domyeyeslookwhite?: Haruno Sakura! Get your ass back to this dorm room! Now! Don't make me drag you back!
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Subject: You!
nerdygirl098: You thief, you! Taking advantage of innocent bystanders! I should report you to the student council! Yes, I should!
Subject: What the hell?
pinkISstrong: Frickin' get a life! And, back off! I'm not taking advantage of innocent bystanders! I'm just…borrowing. Frickin' retard!
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Subject: I'll save you!
growingyouth: don't worry, madam, I will save you!
Subject: …
pinkISstrong: WTF?
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I quickly grab the Blackberry.
Oh no! Where should I hide it? No pockets. Will NOT stick in panties. That is just gross. Oh, I know! Bra!
I look down at my shirt. Apparently I didn't put on a bra. I must have thrown it away because of its uncomfortable-ness while I was still drunk and happy. I look around for a bra, any bra. I will risk anything for this Blackberry-Baby. Scratch that, MY…Bebe!
"Yes!" I say, triumphantly holding up a bra, my Bebe in the other hand.
I check the label.
Wow. It's a DD. That is a HUGE size. I still wear B. This girl must be huge! Well…not as in fat, as in…well…bazookas!
I dash to the restroom, and take off my shirt, and put the bra on. There is a lot of extra…well…storage space. Quickly, I shove the Blackberry in as well, and grab some toilet paper. This I shove in the other…pocket, to even out the…storage space. Perfect. I put the shirt on, and start cracking up.
I look like a stripper! Hahahahahaha! This makes my boobs look lumpy! Hahahahaha!
Crick
Oh, crap. Someone is coming. Hide.
I crouch under the bed, and wait for the person to pass. They walk in, look at the bed, and realize that the person (me) has already left. They keep walking and are almost in the bedroom when they realize something.
"Shit! That bitch stole my Blackberry!"
Okay. Savior must be male. I must hide. Try not to laugh.
"Whatever. I'm going to take a shower now." He walks into the bathroom and starts showering.
"Phew. I'm safe." I whisper to myself.
The Blackberry starts buzzing, and ringing. Loudly. Carefully, I take off the bra, rid myself of the itchy toilet paper, and examine the phone.
It says:
"Bastard" is calling.
Accept?
Reject?
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I press 'Reject', and start to crawl out, abandoning the bra and toilet paper. Upon getting out, I crawl upwards and start to confidently stride to the doors, when someone taps me on the shoulder.
Oh, crap. Hell no.
Slowly pivoting around, I turn to face HIM. McSmirky.
McSmirky is my savior. Wow. He looks hot. Very nice abs. Very toned, very…shapely, and…uh…ab-like.
I look at him, and realize that he is still wet. I put my finger on his shoulder, lift up a drop of water, and look at him.
"You better go finish your shower." I say, beaming.
When he makes no move to leave, my beam starts to fade. I grab his arm, and pull him to the shower.
"Go on. Don't worry. The water won't hurt you."
I feel like I'm talking to a baby.
He just keeps standing there, smirking angrily, yet amusedly at the same time. He leans forward, and I sort of lean back. He kisses me on the lips and starts to walk towards the shower.
"Uh…well…Bye now." I say dazedly.
I walk towards the doors, and this time, reach them. When I get outside, I lean on the doors, and let out the breath I was holding.
"Yes! I got to keep the Blackberry! And, he gave me a farewell present!"
MscSmirky's POV
I walk through my dorm doors, half-expecting the girl to still be there.
I reach for the nightstand to check my phone. I realize that it's gone, put two and two together, and say, ""Shit! That bitch stole my Blackberry!"
I hear some snickering coming from the bed, but just shake it off as wind. I walk into the bathroom to take a shower, undress myself, and get ready to jump in. Already inside, I hear my overly-loud cell phone ringing.
Oh. So the cell phone must still be in the room.
I grab the nearest towel, wrap it around my waist, and step out. A girl is struggling out of underneath the bed, her pink hair in messy clumps. She shakes it out, flips it, and starts to walk out.
I reach out and tap her on the shoulder. She stops, and immediately starts to tense up. She turns around and pastes a smile on her face.
She reaches out, lifts a drop of water on my shoulders, and looks at it, then shifts her gaze to me. I stare back at her.
She beams, and says, "You better go finish your shower."
I smirk.
This girl is hilarious. I look down, and see her trying to hide my Blackberry behind her back, and smirk even more. Does this girl realize how rich I am? I can just order a new one. But, I want to see what she'll do next.
She huffs, grabs my arm, and proceeds to pull me to the shower.
"Go on. Don't worry. The water won't hurt you." she says to me, softening her face up in an attempt to look convincing.
Exactly how old does this girl think I am?
I lean forward, peck her on the lips and head to the shower.
"Uh…well…Bye now." she says, rather unresponsive and probably pretty shocked.
She runs out of the room, and as the door closes, I can hear her say, "Yes! I got to keep the Blackberry! And, he gave me a farewell present!"
I crack up laughing.
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Time: 5:78:09
Mood: Did you know when you stretch out the word "mood" it ends up like mooooo…de? So, it's like I am in a funny mooooooo….de. Like a cow. You know?
Music: The wonderful sound of whirring laundry.
Am in laundry room. I found out some stuff today, eavesdropping on random conversations.
Weapons is crushing on Cuz, and Cuz just does not seem to be returning the…vibe. Depressing how things turn out.
Worbs just happens to like…well…I need to find something to make him less obvious…oh…got it! Lion! If you don't get it, just ask. Actually, don't ask. Then, I will be giving out personal info. Don't ask. Anyway, Worbs likes Lion, and Lion is oblivious.
Blondie is now after Clouds, but unfortunately is being daunted by Ms. Fan. Cloudy day, isn't it, Clouds?
And also, I have just been cornered by ND Baby. Sadly, I did not survive the ordeal. I have a war scar. It's reddish, big, and did not actually break the skin. Guess what it is and when I found out?
Me: (walking onto lunch patio)
Random
guy: Whoa! Is that a hickey?
Me: What? Where? (frantically
slapping neck)
Random guy: (Cracking up with skater-dude friends)
Me: Shut up, freaks! (throws hot dog at skater-dude and friends)
Random: Whoa! You bitch! (raises arms now covered in mustard and ketchup)
Me: (Walks away cackling loudly)
Yeah. Horrific scene, ain't it?
Comments
Subject: Waaaahh!
Domyeyeslookwhite?: Lion doesn't like me because he is crushing on you!
Subject: Pfftt!
pinkISstrong: The boy'll come around. Just a little pushing and shoving, and an extra-slutty dress, and he'll be in love with you in no time. Oh yeah. Buy him some ramen! Always works!
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Subject: I understand
bunsalwayswork: I understand Weapons' problem.
Subject: Yeah.
pinkISstrong: A lot of women seem to have that same problem.
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Subject: (No subject)
everythingistroublesome: It is a rather cloudy life/day. I'm voting for Clouds to pull through.
Subject: Fill in the subject!
pinkISstrong: It all depends on Clouds.
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Subject: Well…
nuncakiss4free: I think that Blondie is a slut. If Ms. Fan is with Clouds, then she should just back off.
Subject: Uh…
pinkISstrong: Thanks. Your opinion is much appreciated.
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Subject: Excuse me?
artiste911: Are you Sakura? Haruno Sakura? Who goes to Konoha High?
Subject: Pffft!
pinkISstrong: Of course not! I don't go to Konoha High! I go to...will not tell personal information.
Subject: Right.
artiste911: That's a relief. Because, I just gave this hot girl Sakura a hickey. I'm not sure why, but she tasted like strawberries.
Subject: Yeah?
pinkISstrong: There is this lotion called "Strawberries Galore!", but…TMI! Don't tell me this crap!
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I walk out of the laundry room holding me and Hinata's clothes. I am humming and laughing to myself, in a good mood because of my comments. I find it so hilarious that Blondie thinks that she herself is a slut without even knowing it. How freakin' hypocritical can these people get?
Still snickering to myself, I push past the revolving doors and crash into a wall. At least, I think it's a wall. Landing flat on my butt, my laundry flying everywhere, I look up and see familiar white eyes, flashing amusedly at me.
Unfortunately, my sexiest pair of underwear (A/N: very cute, black and white stripes on back, and on front says pink police with little pink sign. got at Victoria's Secret) lands on Neji's head, and he plucks it off and stares at it.
Leaning forward, he says, "Careful there, but I do like your underwear."
He kisses me on the nose, and retreats tossing my underwear at my head.
"Oh, dear lord, no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I wail, "He saw my panties!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
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The End
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