AN: I'm supposed to be writing for Vita Brevis, Ars Longa, but I'm suffering from a major writer's block. I really have no idea how long this story is going to be, I don't even know what is going to happen. I'm making things up as I'm writing.

Warnings: Shonen-ai in later chapters, OOC and a mad author.

Summary: AU, Sasuke and Naruto are best friends in High School. Naruto asks for love advice, and Sasuke can't help him. Shonen-ai in later chapters.

Chapter 1 Love advice

The sun is shining today. It falls through the window on my notebook. I'm not paying attention to the teacher, there's nothing she can teach me on this subject anyway. I doodle something in my notebook. I'm not even paying attention to what I'm drawing.

"Hey Sasuke, what's with the eyes?"

I turn my head at the whisper and meet my best friend's eyes. I glance down at the paper and see I was drawing eyes. "I don't know, I'm bored I guess."

"So you decided to draw about fifty eyes?"

"Come on, I can't have drawn fifty eyes." I quickly count the eyes and he is right. There are fifty eyes on the paper.

"See, fifty." He turns his head to look at the blackboard again. The teacher is explaining how to write an essay. Why does she even bother to explain it? It's not like we've never written essays before.

I turn back to the paper in front of me. I still can't believe I just drew fifty eyes without noticing. Something must be wrong with me. Well, that's no surprise. I know something is wrong with me. It would be weird if I were perfectly normal after everything I've been through.

The bell rings and I put my notebook back in my schoolbag. I wait for Naruto to finish and together we walk to the cafeteria.

We're early and have a chance to pick out a table for ourselves. Naruto saves some seats for his friends, my friends also, kind of. Soon we are joined by Kiba, Shino and Chouji.

"Where's Shikamaru?" Naruto asks. It's not unusual for Shikamaru to be missing. Lately he has been staying home more and more.

"He's sick, again." Chouji answers.

The four start their pointless chatter and I nod along. I'm not really paying attention, these people don't mean anything to me. Well, except Naruto, but Naruto is special. Naruto is my best friend and almost like a brother.

When lunch hour is over we go our separate ways. Naruto and I barely have any classes together, and for the rest of the day I sit next to idiots. That's why nothing worth mentioning happens, without Naruto everything seems so, dull. I think that's the best word to describe it.

I get home to an empty house. My brother is probably hanging out with his friends, and my parents… Well, they've been dead for almost eleven years, so I'm not expecting them home any time soon. I drop my bag in the hall and kick off my shoes. I drop on the couch and put on the TV. It has all become a useless, annoying, boring routine. I make dinner for myself, my brother eats with his friends most of the time.

Just when I'm about to start doing the dishes the phone rings. I look at the caller ID and see Naruto's number.

"Hey Naruto." I answer the phone.

"Hey. I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"No. Why did you call?"

"I needed to talk to someone. About you-know-who." Naruto was referring to the girl he loved, Haruno Sakura, not to Voldemort.

"I'm listening." I always enjoy listening to Naruto. His voice makes me feel happy. And it feels so good that he wants to talk to me about these things.

"Well… I think I might tell her how I feel." I can hear the nervousness in Naruto's voice. "But how do I do that?"

"You're asking the wrong person, I've never told anyone I loved them."

"But, I need help. I don't know how to do this. Remember last time? I don't want that to happen again." Naruto doesn't talk much about the last time he told a girl he loved her. It was pretty rough for him. I never knew how much he had suffered under it, because we weren't this close back then. But he told me about it a few weeks back when he told me he was in love with Sakura. I still think he's hiding how much it hurt him, and I think he's still not over it completely.

"I understand. I wish I could help, but I'm a walking disaster when it comes to love." Which was true, completely true. I always seemed to fall in love with girls who didn't like me. I don't know how I manage to do that.

"Come on, you have like a million fangirls. You can get anyone you want." I can almost hear Naruto rolling his eyes.

"You know just as well as I do that I always manage to fall in love with the girls that don't like me. Like Hinata." The Hyuuga appears before my eyes. She is so beautiful, I love her.

"You don't know that if you don't tell her how you feel."

"Yeah, but I don't have the courage to tell her."

"Let's make a deal. I'll tell Sakura how I feel and if she likes me too , you have to tell Hinata."

I pause, what should I answer? I don't want to get rejected, but what if she likes me too? I would have a girlfriend. Wouldn't that be great? "Okay, we have a deal." I immediately regret agreeing to this.

"Great. Now I just need to find the moment and courage to tell Sakura."

"I think it's really brave you're going to do this."

"Or foolish."

"Maybe. But only if she doesn't like you."

"Oh god, what if she doesn't? I will never be able to talk to her again!" Naruto was starting to panic.

"Don't worry about that yet. You don't know how she feels about you yet, do you? If I were you I'd worry about confessing first."

"It's almost summer vacation." Naruto starts to talk about something completely different.

"Yeah, I can't wait."

"Me neither, Europe, here I come!"

"Stop, you're making me jealous, again." Ever since Naruto heard he was going to Europe with his guardian, Iruka, he has been making me jealous with it. He knows how much I want to go there.

"Europe, Europe, Europe!"

"AAAAAAAHH!!"

"Sorry, Sasuke."

"It's okay."

"It's going to be weird not being around each other."

"Yeah, I'll miss our conversations."

"Me too. But I'll call you, promise."

"Please don't forget about the time difference. I don't want you calling me in the middle of the night."

"I'm not that stupid." I can hear that he's pouting. Maybe I know him too well. I mean, I can HEAR him pouting.

"No, you're not. I'm just warning you."

"I have to go now."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."

-TBC-

AN: I actually drew fifty eyes once. It was during Latin and we were translating a text about Argus, a man with one hundred eyes. But the class was over before I could draw one hundred. It looks pretty creepy all those eyes staring at you.

Oh, before I forget. I need a good title for this story. I don't like School Days. If you have a suggestion, please tell me.