Deidara blinked his eyes open, only to squeeze them shut and bury himself under his covers. He had left the windows open the night before, and a light breeze was blowing into his room. If he wasn't so tired, he would have gotten up to close it. Also, it was Saturday, so he could just roll over and go back to sleep. Or not.

The blonde's eyes flew open and he flipped over in his bed so that he was facing the calendar that was tacked crookedly on the wall. It didn't have a hint of markings on it except for a single day: May seventeenth. The small square representing it was outlined multiple times in several different colors of markers, but nothing was written inside of it. The next thing he looked at was the clock, which read 11:09.

A smile crossed Deidara's face and he pulled himself up into a sitting position before hopping out of his bed. A pair of clothes he had laid out nights before sat on the desk; a pair of paint splattered jeans, a short-sleeved dress shirt, and a few colorful bracelets.

Fifteen minutes later, Deidara was running downstairs and brushing his hair. He rushed into the kitchen, intent on finding something to eat. Thanks to his parents, the fridge was lacking any sort of food when he opened it. All that was left was a few bottles of beer and alcohol. The blond shut it and turned to the cabinets, but didn't expect to find much. Maybe he could wait to eat.

Deidara threw on his shoes and threw the door open, being careful to close it as quietly as he could. With his parents fast asleep, the last thing he wanted to do was wake them. He was supposed to meet Sasori in twenty minutes anyway. The two of them were meeting at the train station just by the blond's house, so if he walked slowly enough, he could make it last twenty minutes.

The final bell rung, signaling the end of the school day. Not even five seconds later, students were pouring out into the hallways, shoving past each other to get to their lockers. Busses leaved fifteen minutes after the bell, and whoever was late was left behind.

"Danna, un!" Deidara called out, crashing against a set of lockers in front of Sasori. The teen was breathing heavily as if he had just been running, and an almost idiotic grin was plastered on his face. Used to such behavior, Sasori calmly shut his locker and sighed.

"Yes, Deidara?"

Rather than giving him a verbal response, Deidara grabbed the redhead's hand and began dragging him towards the back of the school. Normally, the back field of the school was pretty empty after school, save for the few people that had nowhere to go after school. "This'll only take a minute, un. Besides, you told me you were walking home anyway, un."

"This better be important, brat," Sasori muttered, trying to walk quickly so that the blond would quit dragging him.

"It is, un." The quick reply made Sasori raise a brow. Normally, Deidara would go on and on whenever he answered him, eventually forgetting what he was talking about in the first. The two continued on, stopping only a moment to throw open the back doors.

The back field was crowded only during lunch, but other than that, most of the tables and benches were free. Most were covered in graffiti from years of students hanging around, but no one had bothered to fix it. "Brat, hurry up."

Deidara rolled his eyes. The redhead was still as impatient as ever. Still silent, he brought the redhead over to a bench quite a distance from the other students. The last thing he needed was anyone trying to eavesdrop on him. Most of the time, other students paid them little mind, making it almost like they were invisible. Still, he couldn't help but take the precaution.

They sat down on a shaky bench, preparing for it to collapse at any moment. When they were sure it was safe to move, Deidara shifted his position so that he was facing Sasori. "Danna, I have something I wanted to talk about, un."

"I figured that much out."

The blond laughed nervously before continuing. "I know I tried this before, un…" he trailed off, and Sasori's mind immediately began racing for an answer. This could be about absolutely anything, which didn't help narrow down his ideas. The paint bomb he put in one of the senior's lockers, starting a food fight the first week of high school, practically destroying the art room on multiple occasions…

"Okay," he said, trying his best to be patient. With his luck, it was going to take the kid forever to get it out.

Deidara smiled nervously. "I…hold on, un." He took a deep breath before looking trying to look the redhead in the eyes, only to end up staring at his hands. "Will you go on a date with me, un?" he whispered, voice barely audible. He had asked Sasori this about halfway through freshman year, only to be brutally shot down. Since then, he had been able to build an extremely strong friendship.

Sasori blinked a few times, opened his mouth, closed it again, and sighed heavily in hopes that it would calm him down. His heart had began to race, and he was pretty sure that he was visibly nervous. He hadn't seen this one coming. Honestly, he thought it was something about the kid's art. Yes, it was hard to forget that the blond had been chasing after him for almost four years, but he never mentioned it. If anything, Sasori was constantly beating himself up over it. He could have said yes back then, but while he did have feelings for the other teen then, he thought they would fade over time.

Oh, the redhead couldn't believe he was about to do this. "Sure," he finally replied. Not even a moment later, he threw his arms forward and caught Deidara by the shoulders, preventing the teen from tackling him in a hug. "What're we going to do, since I know you don't have the attention span to sit through a movie?"

Deidara hadn't thought that far in advance. He was going with "hope for the best and expect the worst", so thinking of something to do hadn't exactly been a top priority. "I…thought you were going to say no, un."

"So you didn't think of anything." Even though most of the blond's thoughts made absolutely no sense, or were utterly ridiculous, Sasori still managed to get a pretty good grip on how his mind works.

"We could just go to the park or something, un," Deidara suggested, shrugging. It wasn't all that great of an idea, but they couldn't exactly hang out at his place thanks to his parents.

"…The park." Sasori couldn't help but sigh. This meant that they would be around screaming children, frustrated parents, and most likely a bunch of noise. Or at least that was what he pictured parks like.

"I don't see you suggesting anything better, un," Deidara shot back.

"Guess we're going to the park, then."

Deidara sat on a metal railing, waiting for the redhead. He knew Sasori hated being late, so when he wasn't surprised to see said teen show up only minutes later. Dressed in a pair of khakis and a loose black t-shirt, he looked no different from in school.

"Hi danna, un!" the blond called out cheerfully, immediately jumping off of the railing. Without giving the poor boy a chance to respond, Deidara threw his arms around him, very nearly tackling the redhead to the ground.

"Calm down, Dei," Sasori murmured, but wrapped his arms around his date anyway. "I take it your parents don't know your out?"

"Do they ever, un?"

"Woah, if you go upside down, all the blood rushes to your head, un," Deidara exclaimed, positioning himself so that he could hang upside down on the monkey bars. Sasori sat on top of another bar, watching him with an amused expression on his face. The blond was cute. Really cute, in fact. Even if he constantly acted like a child, it didn't make much of a difference. "Try it, un!"

Closing his eyes, Sasori took a deep breath before leaning back and letting himself go. His legs tensed up to make sure he had a firm grip on the bar, and when he opened his eyes, his face was only inches from Deidara's. Sure enough, he could feel the blood rush to his face, but he couldn't tell whether it was from his blushing or being upside down. Although he hated to admit it, it was probably the former. "You're right, all the blood just went to my face," Sasori agreed.

The blond began giggling, and when Sasori shot him a confused look, a pair of hands cradled his face. "Danna, un…" he began, looking straight into said teen's eyes. Had they not been upside down, it might've been more romantic. "You're blushing, un."

Sasori could have died right then and there. "No I'm not, brat," he grumbled, pushing Deidara's hands away from his face. Much to the redhead's dismay, the sudden action easily confirmed what he had said. "I'm just…the blood went to my face really fast, is all." There was no way he was going to tell Deidara that he was blushing.

They stared at each other in complete silence for what seemed like forever before Deidara began laughing again. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that, un? You're totally blushing!" Yeah, he wasn't getting out of this one.

"It would be nice if you did," Sasori replied shrugging.

"Not happening, un."

The redhead sighed and pulled himself up. "Thought so." In one swift motion, he jumped off of the monkey bars and landed on the ground just next to Deidara.

"Aww, you're no fun." Sasori shrugged. "Well…if you're getting off then catch me, un." Without giving his date a chance to protest, Deidara pushed himself off of the bar he was on. With barely any time to react, Sasori dove forward and caught him before collapsing to the ground. His coordination skills had failed him.

"And what, pray tell, would you have done if I didn't actually catch you?" Sasori inquired, trying to pull his arm free from under the blond, who was now next to him.

The teen shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile. "I just assumed you'd catch me, un. Besides, the ground's not that hard, un," he replied, lightly hitting the grass with his fist. Sasori smirked and rolled his eyes, completely giving up on freeing his limb. Rather, he brought his free hand up and rested it on the side of Deidara's face.

"Danna, un?" Deidara murmured, letting his own hands slip around his friend's torso. He wasn't used to the redhead showing this much affection towards him.

The two lapsed into silence again, and while Sasori enjoyed the quiet, the blond couldn't wait for some sort of noise to catch his attention. Or anything, for that matter. However, he didn't want to be the one to break the silence. The redhead leaned closer, and he barely realized what was going on before he felt a pair of lips press against his forehead. "Danna-" Sasori's lips were against his own, cutting him off from his sentence.

It took him a minute to realize what was going on. Sasori was kissing him. He had been hoping something like this would happen for years, and now that it was, he was completely frozen. Deidara tried to kiss back, trying to imitate Sasori.

Eventually, they broke the kiss and a smile pulled at Deidara's lips. "That was sweet, un," was all he could manage to say, and Sasori kissed him again.

"I know."

The two artists stood outside of Deidara's house, and before they even opened the door, screams could be heard from outside. "Looks like they're at it again, un." Sasori couldn't help but raise a brow. Was he really going to go back in at a time like this? His parents were cursing at each other, and as he opened the door, the blond ducked just in time to avoid a glass vase.

Yeah, like hell Sasori was going to let him go. "Dei, wanna sleep over tonight? I'm sure Chiyo wouldn't mind having some company." He knew Deidara didn't like people to act like they were concerned, but what was he supposed to do? If he went inside, he'd probably get pummeled within the first five minutes.

"No, I'll be fine, un," he replied with a fake smile. He threw himself to the ground again, and this time, a beer bottle was thrown out of the house, followed by a string of obscenities. When the blond looked back at Sasori, he was immediately grabbed by the wrist.

Sighing, the redhead gave his hand a squeeze. "How about I rephrase that. If you don't spend the night at my house, I'm probably going to knock you out and bring you with me anyway." If that didn't get the point across, he was fully prepared to knock Deidara unconscious.

Thankfully, the teen nodded warily before shutting the door again. Sasori held his hand out for the blond, who took hold of it immediately. "Thanks, un."

"Anytime, Dei."