A/N: So, recently I decided to do a fic with chapters and this is all new to me but I’m excited. The name is “1 new message” and I’ll post on ff.net and wattpad as well (and you’ll find the link in my masterlist soon).
Beta reader: @abbypdg (thank u, you’re an angel)
Warnings: there’s some cursing in this chapter but the book as a whole is mature content.
The library was full of pretending. Students pretending they cared for the finals next week, the librarian pretending as if his job wasn’t terrible and I, pretending that the way Boruto was looking and smiling at me from time to time wasn’t affecting me at all and it was actually bothering.
“Why are you smiling that way?” I said with an annoying tone without removing my sight from the notebook in the table right in front of me.
“Nothing.” He smiled again turning himself to be facing me. “You look cute when you’re fully concentrated like that.”
I couldn’t avoid blushing but I tried my best to not let him see the pink shade spread all over my face. I should be accustomed to his usual compliments by now but how could I do it when he always did that with his perfect smile and blue eyes staring back at me? I don’t blame myself for these feelings, they were totally his fault.
“You are way cutter trying to hide your blush from me, Uchiha.” He sat straight again and his comment made me blush even more. So he knew what I was doing? Like reading my mind he said: “I know you too well not to notice what you’re trying to do.”
I turned to him completely surprised only to see he was already focused on his own notebook. Oh, yeah. That reminded me, I should be studying, not talking. That thought brought me back to my tracks. It was peaceful for a while despite all the people filling the room we were, their whispers becoming louder when grouped with others whispers. All I should think of was this big test I was going to have on Friday, also known as tomorrow. I was pissed at my teacher for giving a test on a Friday but the other option was Monday so basically there are evils that come for the good. Finishing this test in peace meant study slash gossip party with my girls all weekend and I was up to that. There were a lot of things I needed to talk to them about, some of them even related to the man right beside me. Boruto. Sometimes the reason of my happiness, sometimes the reason of my sadness but always the reason of my confusion. What did he feel for me? Was I just a friend? That would make no sense. Did he even notice the way I had been acting around him lately? I was trying hard to act normally and I hoped it was working because I did not want for him to find out, at least not before I felt ready, that is. Why was I thinking about him anyway? The test tomorrow, that’s what I should be thinking about. As soon as I tried to focus again one of the kids in the library started to scream and laugh really loud with his friend, getting pissed looks from everyone around. The librarian didn’t care enough to stop them because, as I said before, his job sucks and he knows it. Someone grabbed my wrist and I immediately looked for the source of the touch.
“We should leave, here’s so crowded that we won’t get any study properly with all the noise.”
As soon as I nodded, Boruto started to pack his stuff and so did I. “Where will we go then?” I asked without stop gathering my things.
“If it’s okay to you we can go to my apartment… Shikadai won’t be home till at least 9PM.” He sounded cute and shy and I smiled at that. “I-I mean, only if you’re okay with it.” Again, shyness rising from his voice.
He smiled back at me and stood up. “Okay, so we should be going.”
I followed him to his car and noticed the parking lot was quieter than the library itself. God, I was happy to leave. Even happier because I was going to spend some time alone with my best friend. No dirty thoughts. At least I was avoiding the dirty thoughts at all costs. When we were getting close to his car, he hurried up to open the door for me. What the fuck is this guy doing to me? Ashamed, I accepted his gesture and entered the car. I watched his smile while he got on the driver sit, putting the seat belt on.
“You okay? Why are you staring me with that look in your eyes?”
“What? You wish. I’m not staring you.” I switched my sight to the window and heard his laughter behind me. He started the car and we were on our way.
It wasn’t a big distance between the library and his house so we only took a few minutes to get into his building. We stayed silent all the way, more like a comfortable silence or, better yet, a what-is-going-to-happen-now silence. Boruto and I were alone together all the time but never in our houses. There was always someone with us at that times, so it was technically the first time we were really going to be alone, like alone alone, not in a public place or with friends alone. And that was frightening for me, with my feelings and all. I knew I shouldn’t be worrying about it because he was my best friend in the world but at the same time how could I not. He parked the car and we waited for the elevator, in silence still. Okay, now that was bothering me, I thought I should say something.
“Oh” He said between giggles. “It looks like somehow his mother managed to discover he is smoking now and have been calling him ever since. He told her, of course by message, that he could not answer her calls because he was going to a trip.” The elevator opened and we entered. He pressed his floor level before starting to talk again. “He is afraid as fuck of her getting here and makes him live a scenario where he will have to talk to her face to face, so he is out. I don’t know exactly to where, though. Must be napping somewhere.”
I laughed a lot at the story. “What did he thought? That she was never going to find out?”
Boruto smirked. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Soon my laughs stopped and we fell in silence once again. Why is it being so weird?
The elevator door opened and we were finally inside his house. “Do you wanna a drink or something?” He threw the keys in a pot over a cabin right beside the door and placed his backpack on the floor, directing his pace to the kitchen while I sat shyly in the couch.
“Come on, we’re studying since 10AM and it’s already 2PM, so you must be starving. We might as well eat before start studying again. Make yourself comfortable while I prepare something for us.” I heard his shout through the wall separating us.
“You are forgetting that you don’t know how to cook.” I said I little louder than I used to talk so he could hear me on the other room.
He returned to the living room only to smirk at me with his arms crossed. “Then I guess I’ll need your help.”
Once I got on the kitchen I knew I could not stay there any longer without cleaning. “We are going to clean this before making food.”
“But I’m too hungry to that.” He made a puppy face. I crossed my arms. “I’m glad you agreed.”
He knew there was no escape besides accepting his fate and we just cleaned the whole kitchen. At least the most we could. I was happy cleaning because, first, I could not let my friends live like pigs and second, there’s no sexual tension when people are cleaning rests of food. Once we finished, everything was so clean that we only knew none of us had the courage to do anything to change its current state.
“Pizza it is?” he asked, although no questions were needed. “Totally.”
Boruto took his phone to call the pizza’s place and that remind me of checking mine. Took me a while to find my phone between the papers and books on my bag, and when I looked at the screen I just knew something was wrong.
5 missed calls from Chocho
Boruto stopped his phone talking and looked me. “What happened?” and I just showed him the notification. He smirked at the sight. “Something must have happened with one of the Kardashians.” And with that, he restarted his complain to the phone. No, I want pepperoni. What do you mean you guys don’t sell those?
Unlocking my phone, I started to read the messages.
I have something URGENT to tell you :O
Sarada, answer this phone.
I called you a thousand times
I should change friend and roommate,
I swear to god if u are with Boruto or Mitsuki
again I’ll have to kick you from our apartment.
No, I won’t, but I’ll be pissed.
Okay, I’m getting worried. No normal person
stay this long without checking the phone for no
Nothing? I’m calling the police.
So, I’m with Mitsuki and he doesn’t have any
idea of where Boruto are either. Hope u r fuckin' :)
I clicked on the picture and it was a cute photograph of my second favorite couple in the world, the first being my parents, obviously. Chocho was holding a hamburger in her hands and Mitsuki had the prettiest grin on his face with one hand holding the phone and the other arm around Chocho’s shoulders. I smiled at them, even though they couldn’t see it. I was so happy that they were finally together after a hell of a rollercoaster. I wonder when it will be my turn. I quickly typed her a message saying that I was alive, well, and with Boruto and that the picture she sent me was cute.
Boruto finished the call and sat right beside me. “They said we’ll need to wait twenty minutes tops.” I turned my phone so he could see the image I was smiling at. “They are great together, aren’t they? I’m happy for them.”
“Me too.” was all I could say. “We should do something till the pizza get here, right?” I didn’t want to be in silence with him again.
“What about watching Black Mirror? What was the last episode we watched?”
“The one with the girl with a camera in the eye and the crazy mother.”
“Oh yes, that one.” And suddenly the fact that he only had a television on his room fell upon us. “I figure it can be weird go to my room since we are totally alone. We don’t need to-”
“No, it’s okay by me.” Of course it was ‘okay’ by me. I guess he shouldn’t trust me.
We awkwardly walked to his room. I sat on the bed hugging his pillow with my arms and legs. He laughed at me and also sat at the bed. Again, not the first time we did it, but we never did it when no one else was home. Boruto easily found his remote and turned on the TV. “So, what are you up to these days?”
“Not much.” I answered, watching him pick the show and getting closer to me. “What are you doing?”
“I want to lie down.” He removed the pillow off my arms and placed his head on my lap. I knew it wasn’t a meaningful act so I just started to run my fingers through his blond and soft hair. The show started, we stayed that way until the pizza guy arrived and Boruto answered the door. I started to follow him but the window caught my attention. It was getting dark outside, and we didn’t study like we said we would.
My test was the next morning, so no postponing the review anymore.
“It’s too late, Boruto. I should go home.” He frowned his brows to me, holding the pizza box in his hand while closing the door with his feet. “And we didn’t study at all. Our test is tomorrow, we’re gonna regret this.”
“No, you don’t need to leave. I promise you we’re going to study after the pizza, I swear. And then I can take you home.” I smiled at the last sentence. I loved when people gave me a ride.
“Okay. But know that I’m staying for pizza and the ride.” I deadpanned.
“You’re not staying for me, I got it.” He walked to his room.
“Well, you’re the one who paid for the pizza and will give me a ride so… It’s kinda for you if you think about it.”
I press play on the show and we start eating. “This pizza is good. Where is it from?”
“There’s a pizza place two blocks away that opened recently. I don’t know if you noticed yet.” He kept talking but I lost my composure and just stared at him unblinking, admiring his eyes and the way he smiled through his words. He called my name and then I woke up from my daydreaming to see his worried slash confused face.
“Sarada, are you okay? You spaced out for a moment.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. You were saying?”
We finished the pizza without any further problems. Once we were done I took the remote and turned off the TV. “Now, let’s study.” Boruto frowned but moved from his bed to his table. I sat on the floor with the books over his bed.
I was mostly reading my notes from the rest of the semester and thinking about how I truly couldn’t wait for the summer vacation to start. All of our friends were planning to drive to the beach and stay some days at uncle Naruto’s beach house. He said it was okay since he haven’t used it for a while, but warned us about the possibility of it being a little dirty. We were aware that probably it wasn’t 'a little’ but everyone was too excited to worry.
Boruto motions his notebook in front of me. “Sarada, I’m struggling a little here. Can you help me?”
“Sure, come here.” I waited for him to place himself on my side. I put my head above his shoulder so I could see the problem but he never started talking. I lifted my sight to ask him what was going on, only to see that he was facing me. I looked right into his eyes while he looked into mine. We were only centimeters apart, I could feel his warm breath on my face. Our sudden proximity got me motionless and I couldn’t stop wondering if he was also holding the urge to lean into a kiss.
“Boruto, I’m home” Guess we will never know. Shikadai’s voice filled the house and Boruto and I broke apart, both blushing hard. Shikadai soon appeared at the room’s door. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were here, Sarada.”
“It’s okay.” I moved my sight to Boruto. “I think we should stop studying anyway. Will you give me that ride?” I stood up fixing my clothes, and both Boruto and Shikadai stared at me; confusion drawn in his faces. “What?”
“Is it because I got home?” Shikadai asked unsure.
Flustered, I answered him shooking my head. “Noooo, of course not. It’s just late and we gotta sleep well for our test tomorrow, right Boruto?”
“Yeah, I guess. We can go, then.” He blushed and things got weirder. I left the room first and Boruto trade some word with Shikadai before catching my pace.
The car ride to my home was even more awkward than it was earlier that same day. After all, what was that? Everything was fine before that moment. And why was he blushing? I had a lot of questions floating in my head and I only noticed I was home when he stopped the car.
“So?” we looked blankly at each other. He wanted to say something but started measuring if that was the right moment to say whatever that was in his mind. I decided for him. “Thanks for the day, see you tomorrow.” I left the car with no more words.
Sincerely I could not take anymore more minute thinking about him when he was right beside me. I don’t know, it felt weird, like if I was hiding something from him. Indeed, I was hiding but still, I didn’t enjoy that feeling. I totally chickened out and I knew it, and I was sure I would hide that part when I told my day to Chocho. When did I become a liar? I waved him from outside the car and waited his car to disappear from my sight before entering my building. I knew I was overthinking a lot but… What was that?
The lights were all turned on in my apartment and the first thing I saw was a blue haired guy underneath a beautiful girl, both faces glued on one another. “…hi?” They stopped the making out session to look at me. Mitsuki waved me with his weird smile plastered on his face. Chocho only took a glimpse at my presence before turning to her boyfriend again. “You guys know you could like, be doing this in her room, right?”
“Yes, we know, thanks.” Chocho said between kisses. Then she leaned to kiss his neck, leaving Mitsuki free to talk to me.
“How are you, Sarada? I heard you were with Boruto.”
I started to move to my room. I sure loved them and the fact that they were together, but did I deserve to watch their make out session? No. Touching my room’s handle, I decided to answer Mitsuki. “Yes, whatever.”
That must’ve clicked a bottom on Chocho gossip side, so she stopped what she was doing to approach me. “Girl what happened?”
That’s what I want to know. “Nothing.”
“Why are you so moody? Something must have happened.” She stared Mitsuki for a brief moment, sadness in her eyes. “I’m sorry, baby, we continue some other day, okay?” She walked him to the door.
“Please not in the living room.” I said. Chocho sent me and annoyed look and Mitsuki only smiled. They hugged and kissed while I waited Chocho to finish saying goodbye to her boyfriend.
As soon as she closed the door behind, her gaze fixed on me. “Nothing must be good because I just ditched my boyfriend to hear you.”
“To be fair, I didn’t ask you.”
“…Out loud, I know what’s in your head no words needed.” Oh, I knew that. “Come on, sit here with me.” She motions for me to sit by her couch. I leave my bag on the floor and pace till the place she pointed. I sighed.
I explained the whole day to her, of course avoiding the ride part, and she listened carefully, not even making any question. “So, that was it. Maybe I’m seeing too much into things and rushing and it was actually not meant to be anything but I’m confused.”
“Maybe you are. You will need to ask him.”
“No way I’m asking him anything.” I shook my head. “I won’t. That’s a fucking no.”
“No cursing allowed in this house, girl. You don’t need to be direct, just ask him about his feelings. You guys are friends and your ask won’t be weird.”
“I guess so…” I looked around the house and noticed a purple figure missing. “Off topic, where is Sumire? Shouldn’t she, like, be here to avoid that kind of lascivious behavior I spotted in our living room?” Our third roommate was generally the quiet and prude kind, the one that kept me and Chocho under watch, saving us from ourselves most of the time.
“First, who the hell says ‘lascivious’? Are you eighty? Second, she’ll be staying at her boyfriend’s tonight.”
My mouth dropped open in total disbelief. “She is what now? And what?”
“You didn’t know about that? Do you still live in this house with us?” Chocho crossed her arms and raised her brows completely pissed.
Oh no, she’s in the mood. I tried to change the subject as fast as I could. The truth is I had been spending too much time with Boruto lately. “So, have you met him already? Does he treat her well?”
“No and I don’t know. She is hiding him from us because she is afraid we will discover something sick about his past. Where did she get that from?” I was pretty sure the “us” was added by Chocho herself.
I giggled. “I don’t know, maybe from her last three boyfriends.”
“Hey, she should be thankful for what we found out, they were trash. Or did she want to marry someone who had a YOLO tattoo?”
“I still don’t know how you found out about that.”
“Girl, I have my methods. Don’t question them, just follow the flow.”
A quick glance at my phone made me notice how late it actually was. “Anyway, time sure flew by today. I’ll have a test early tomorrow so I’ll better be going.”
“Okay, don’t forget that I’m here anything.” I smiled and Chocho smiled back. I knew she would.
I usually was a morning person. Seeing the sun rise was something that I loved but I couldn’t give me that lux that day. I woke up 7AM with my alarm buzzing like crazy. But when I took my phone, there was a notification. Who could it be that early in the morning? I got up putting my glasses and unlocking my phone. It was Boruto.
We gotta talk. Wait for me if you finish
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