I had no intention of taking this long to update. Of course, things happen sometimes. My apologies to anyone who cares.

Maybe it was the heat of oncoming summer. Maybe it was the humidity hitting us in a sudden wave. Or maybe it was just me. I honestly don't know what it was. In the car, everything seemed so. . . awkward. Not that there was a reason to be.

We were going to a circus that night! Like I've said, I'd never been to a circus!

It's going to be so awesome in so many ways! I thought.

Anyway, the car seemed really stuffy. Really awkward. Really hot. I glanced over at Sasuke as he drove. He kept his gaze forward. Looking away, I played with my seatbelt, pulling it away from my chest and letting it go.

Pull. . . snap.

Pull. . . snap.

Pull. . . snap.

"Stop it."

Pull. . . snap.

Pull. . . snap.


Pull. . . snap.

Pull. . . snap.

We stopped at a red light, a huge sign advertising the circus near us on the right side of the road. Sasuke directed his attention to me. "Please, idiot. You're going to hurt yourself."

Hurt myself? I thought, looking down at my seatbelt then back at him. If anything, I'm going to hurt you if you keep bossing me around.

I didn't say anything, though. Just nodded, discontinuing my seatbelt song. Not that I thought he was right about me hurting myself. Not that I cared what he thought anyway. Who is he to pretend to be concerned about me, anyway? I thought, gazing out of my window at the large, red sign.

"I can't wait for this circus. It's going to be brilliant," I chirped, smiling.

"Hm." was the only response I received.

First stop, gas station.

To ease the strange heat I was feeling all morning, I looked about the little place for a freezer, hoping to find some ice cream. Oh, I was in luck. Chocolate fudge creamy goodnes is just what I needed.

"You're going to make a mess."

Sliding the lid of the ice cream freezer closed, I looked sharply at Sasuke. "What?"

"That food is messy and not good for breakfast." The passive look that came along with this comment he was giving me didn't help his argument. I shrugged, walking toward the counter to purchase the sweet.

Back in the car, I devoured the thing in record time. Sasuke, like the pervert he is, stared at me.

"Aren't we going someplace?" I asked, tossing my garbage into the rubbish bag that stays in my car.

"Yeah," he replied, looking at me a few more seconds before pulling my car back out onto the road.

I don't know what we were going to do before going to the circus. Sasuke seemed to have some kind of idea up his sleeve so I just let it go. Hopefully he isn't as boring as he comes off. Not that he comes off completely boring, he's just the kind of guy who'd rather sit and read or watch something I'd consider boring or have intellectual conversations.

I'm far from an intellectual, that is for certain.

Back at school, I was in debate club. I considered that to be an intellectual thing, but it's not like I was any good at it. I was opinionated, but quiet. It's always been like that.

"Where are we going?" I was honestly curious. Even though I had never been in this town before, Sasuke seemed to act like he knew this place as if he'd been here a million times over.

He gave me a quick peek, saying with a smirk, "You'll see."

Was he trying to be mysterious or something?

Okay, Sasuke. I thought. I'll counter your mysterious (haha, mysterious. right) comments by spouting sophistries.

I was good at condjuring up sophistries; it was why they had never kicked me out of debate club.

It was either that, or my extremely good looks. Oh, I make myself laugh sometimes.

"You better not be taking me to a building with elevators. I don't really like elevators at all. They're cramped; too much is expected to go into such a small place," I mumbled, playing with my fingernails.

I could tell he was looking at me again; didn't even have to look to know he was pulling a strange face, probably wondering where that had come from.

"You're right. Elevators are useful in many ways, but they're the lazy way to go about it."

Really, I didn't expect a reply, but this is Sasuke so he has to be different, of course.

"I'm a simple girl with simple problems-"

"And I have a simple solution."

Looking up from my nails, I glared slightly at him. I don't like being interrupted. I mean, who does? "Well, what could that be?"

"You're bored." He didn't say it like a question because it wasn't. Psh, why does he act like he knows everything?

"Of course. There's only so much excitement that comes with hanging around with you for so long."

Ignoring my verbal jab, he went on. "I'm going to take you somewhere fun. Simple problem has a simple solution."

Shrugging was all I could think to do. Talking to him was beginning to get annoying so I turned my attention to the things that passed by outside my window.

Though, I was pretty sure this conversation was over, he spoke again. "I don't know why you'd say you're a simple girl, though. You're not simple at all."

Without looking at this time, I replied, "Is that a compliment?"


You will never, ever guess where he took me.

"Is this your idea of a joke?" I asked as I got out of my car.

I received no answer as we walked into the convenience store.

Yeah, the pervert took me to an amazing convenience store for fun.

Whoope, Sasuke. What next, another petrol station? Maybe you'll let me pump my own fuel next time around.

"You need to learn to see and appreciate the small things," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me down an aisle.

We stopped in front of a rack that held various bags of chips. "Pick one."

"Huh?" I just stared at him, completely confused. Like last time, I was much too aware of his hand holding mine. He rolled his eyes and grabbed a bag of chips that I knew I didn't like.

"These are my favorite. Now you pick. Exercise your right to choose. Appreciate that you're allowed to pick whatever you want." He spoke in an almost bored manner.

I totally got it then. "But I'm not in the mood for chips."

"Then what do you want?" He seemed to like that I had responded at all to his ridiculousness. I really didn't understand why he was doing this to me. A very minute part of me had been excited about wherever he was going to take me. This little store was nothing short of a disappointment.

Sasuke followed behind me as I looked for something. He had no choice since he didn't find it nessicary to let go of my hand.

"I want this, some of these, two of this, and maybe. . . one of these," I said, picking up something each time I saw something I liked. "You're paying right?" Before he could answer, I stopped when my eyes fell on a shelf of little boxes. Boxes of things I hadn't seen in a while. Things I had almost forgotten existed.

My breaths were bated, hands covering my face as I waited in silence. Sitting on the high bed of the nurse's office gave my legs the choise to swing freely below me, a way for me to let out some of my nervousness.

I was so lucky the nurse was understanding and let me do things in her office. I couldn't do this at home. I don't think I could do this anywhere but in the nurse's station. Thankfully, she had other things to do so she left me to myself.

Slowly, I brought my gaze up to the nurses's bathroom door that was across the room from myself and the bed. Suppose ten minutes was more than enough time to wait. The box said only three was enough. Hopping from the bed, I slowly entered the bathroom.

I don't know what I was trying to accomplish by waiting for a longer period of time and in a seperate room. The outcome didn't matter in either case. The one thing I didn't want to see was staring me right in the face. If words could stare.


Sasuke jerked me out of my memory, pulling me away from the shelf. "Don't worry, princess, I'll pay."

Tossing the lingering memory to the back of my mind, I raised an eyebrow at him. "Princess?"

Rolling his eyes, he shrugged. "Yeah, why not? It suits you." He grabbed a bottle of some soda as best as he could with the hand that was already holding the bag of chips. We walked awkwardly to the register with our things. I nearly dropped most of what I was holding on the way.

"It hardly fits," I replied, pulling my hand from his to set everything on the counter.

Heaving a dramatic sigh while paying for everything, Sasuke muttered, "Did you have to get so much?"

"What if I starve?" I asked, my brows raised.

He grabbed the bags that held the things we - he bought, and we walked back to my car. "You're not going to starve."

"Not now that I have food, but," I repied quickly, a grin playing across my face. "I could have starved, died right here in the car, and you'd have to find a place to bury me so no one would know."

"Why wouldn't I want anyone to know?" He asked. I think he knew he was just feeding my imagination. We got back onto the road.

"They'd think you were the one who killed me." I opened one of the bags, only snacking because I wasn't really that hungry. "You'd go to prison. My father would be devistated. The world would collapse."

"Hm." I didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking. "You really do sound like a princess."

What was that I was saying earlier. Oh, right. Here comes that feeling again.

Just awkward.

Well, here's what I have been too busy to work on for the past while. I can't promise this story will get any better. This is just how my crap writing happens.