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  <title>Misty Sentiments</title>
  <subtitle>stolen sweets that leave me void</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-04-01T03:50:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:9074</id>
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    <title>fanciful nightmares</title>
    <published>2009-04-01T03:49:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-01T03:50:32Z</updated>
    <category term="another heartattack!"/>
    <lj:music>Heart Station by Utada Hikaru (how ironic)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">my first entry in months and i come with bad news. peachy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate talking about love lifes,because it's so non-existent unless you count friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;i admire those girls who can go through loving someone and come out of it after the huge storm with only a few scars as a reminder, and you know not kill themselves in depression. Now i'm not saying i want to throw my life away (i'm too selfish for that ;p) but when? WHEN is this going to be over with? &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how much it sends a electric shock through me seeing him be with her. And this girl is really nice, which sucks, because i'd be the mean girl, the devil and she'd be the angel and what not. Dandy. (yes i have thought about switching schools....man i thought about switching states again!) stupid childish crushes! and even as i say this i'm laughing because a stinkin crush doesn not drag out to be two years. not if your me. i'm pretty swift with these things, i'd give it half a year and sayanaro my friend. I do not like you. But this guy? He has no redeeming qualaties and yet i frikin like him stil! He has me counting down the days till school ends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought hmm if i don't talk to him i'll feel fine. Nope. I thought if i don't mention him it'll vanish. Haha. I thought if i see him with another girl i'd be over him on the spot. Will you look at that my heart's still on the floor disfigured and raggedly holding on still. WHY!!!! Curse it!&amp;nbsp;CURSE&amp;nbsp;HORMONES!&amp;nbsp;and you'd think after all the cursing they put on hormoes something would happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life. A life that doesn't revolve around stealing glances and staring at my phone willing it to be a call from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i need a shrink right about now. Don't you think?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:8623</id>
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    <title>Epiphany</title>
    <published>2008-06-26T19:46:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-21T03:39:34Z</updated>
    <category term="sore"/>
    <category term="contemplation"/>
    <content type="html">i'm such so freakin obsessed with Soul Eater and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And i was wondering to myself just why do i like it so much. The main character who is like a kick awesome&amp;nbsp;chick all comes back to my favorite character: Tenten.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like O_o...i like&amp;nbsp;the character so much that i'm suddenly&amp;nbsp;seeing her everywhere i go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&amp;nbsp;so i came to the conclusion that i have gone insane by being locked up inside and not doing what a normal teenager girl&amp;nbsp;should do and hang out with her friends, go to the movies and what-not......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a life so badly! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:8423</id>
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    <title>can you say permit</title>
    <published>2008-04-20T19:46:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T19:46:55Z</updated>
    <category term="short and to the point"/>
    <lj:music>Dream a Dream by Captain Jack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;okay life is stil miserable, my grades suck, BUT we're not moving until i finish high school! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its either that or my dad has to let me learn how to drive and get a car for me cuz its like a 20 minute drive from the dirt p&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;asture&lt;/span&gt; where we're moving and to my school which is also a place in the middle of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mom said that i can get a car like when i'm 17 because she says she' sgoing to&amp;nbsp;make me get a job then. (hopefully in a bookstore cuz i would just loooove that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this was short....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:8024</id>
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    <title>silverteardropx @ 2008-04-02T15:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-02T20:53:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T19:36:33Z</updated>
    <category term="falling over things"/>
    <lj:music>Fell In Love With A Girl by The White Stripes</lj:music>
    <content type="html">fall in crush ( since i think its way to young for me to fall in love), fall in the grades (makes no sence but it has happened), fall on the stairs....ouch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT LIKE FALLING!!! today is officially the day when everything falls....well just me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our science benchmark and it continues tommorow. and this guy told me my face isn't photogetic...okay i get it....i'm ugly but you know what please don't say that to my face it makes me cry.....my friend almost murdered the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&amp;nbsp;(sadly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i probably murdered my test in geometry soooo not going well because of the lady. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i finally&amp;nbsp;spoke to one of my dearest friends&amp;nbsp;who i haven't seen for a while..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel self concious because&amp;nbsp;the guy i "like" is a genius (no seriously i mean&amp;nbsp;A GENIUS).&amp;nbsp;he stays modest but&amp;nbsp;he knows he's a smartass. he even has these weird way of holding a pencil and playing around with it. he has these scary eyes and he mumbles alot.......the perfect genius no..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh (angerly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;lastly&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;have finally found out that i'm jerkaphobic&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; oh and happy belated april fools day (sorry no joke here)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:7872</id>
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    <title>silverteardropx @ 2008-03-16T15:54:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-16T21:03:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T21:06:05Z</updated>
    <category term="green from nature nejiten"/>
    <lj:music>Carry Me Home by The Hush Sound</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: Green from Nature&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: T&lt;br /&gt;Couple: NejiTenten&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Summary: He  liked the way she was here cornered by him. She was his. If he could lock her up from the world he would in a heartbeat.  "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;The forest’s music was so beautiful. The twitters of a bird, the soft caressing whisper of the wind that comes and goes, and the beginning of the first sweet spring rain drops that will fall on the thirsty flowers that bow to the gray skies. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The girl sat under the tree looking through the small gaps of the magnificent tree above her. Her palms were laid facing down on the warm ground and her knees were propped up ready to pounce up and into the mystifying dance of the rain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The boy next to her watched in amusement at the girl. He liked the way her murky brown eyes always held a spark. He almost wanted to laugh the way her hands clenched to the ground impatiently for the rain to begin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You’ll get wet and then sick.” His smooth voice infiltrated her thoughts. She looked over at him with sharp eyes that made him lose his breath. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“Have you ever danced in the rain?” She asked tilting her head to one side making her silky brown locks that escaped her twin buns fall to one side. “It feels great. It’s like…like…I don’t know. I can’t describe it. I love the feel of it on my skin.” She exclaimed looking back to the sky. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“Tenten you act like a child.” He shook his head at her antics. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“And you act like an old grumpy man with many wrinkles.” She contorted as she stuck her tongue out at him. He simply raised a brow in question.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Come on lighten up prodigy. Have some fun. We trained enough for today it’s time to really cool down.” She gazed expectantly at the sky. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;‘Like a beautiful flower.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt; Neji thought. He caught himself and shuddered that his thoughts resembled to his other rather green teammate of whom Neji wonders of the mental capacity of. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“I rather meditate than catch pneumonia.” He snorted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“Your loss.” Tenten shrugged before she got up and entered the meadow with the flowers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And then it fell.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;The first drop fell waiting to be caught. Tenten lifted her hands to the sky like a conductor constructing his music. And then they fell. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;The fell for the beautiful angel. Neji smiled. Her laughter was charming. It was like some exotic instrument. Neji wished she would laugh her melodic laugh again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;She pranced through the flowers careful not to step on any of them. Her eyes glazed as she stopped to feel the rain cling to her. Her hair stuck to her cheeks and her buns were coming loose. Her pink lips parted for the thick air around her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;Soon the cold air caught up with her. Tenten wiped her runny nose and sneezed for couple of times. She felt droopy and exhausted. The rain made her feel heavy and she came to the point where she couldn’t hold herself up anymore. And then she fell. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;Neji shot up the moment he saw her dance falter. Before the rain had a chance to touch him he scooped the limp girl into his arms and out of the intoxicating rain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;Her body felt so small and cold it scared him. He shook his head at the grim thoughts and speed up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;The groggy feeling wouldn’t shake off. Tenten stretched out her body like a cat and almost purred at the softness beneath her. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;‘So warm.’&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She thought, wiggling her body deeper into the coziness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“Tenten please wake up.” Tenten frowned. Who did that sound like? “You need your medicine.” She painfully cracked an eye to see a blurry picture of hair and white eyes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“Hinata?” Tenten asked still unsure of her unfocused vision. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“You moron, it’s me.” The sharp deep tone woke Tenten up. “I told you that you’d get sick.” Tenten didn’t like the smug tone he used. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“How on earth was I to know that it was you, Neji? If I remember correctly you said ‘Please’ and offered me medicine. Those are the things that Hinata usually does when you beat me into a bloody pulp. Besides you looked sort of like her.” Tenten ranted as she attempted to sit up properly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;Neji ignored her comment and shoved the cup he had been holding to her mouth making her spurt out some of the contents.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“Neji! What are you trying to do, kill me?!” She took the cup away from the displeased Hyuuga. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“Look whose talking.” He took the cup back when she was done wincing at the sour taste and then handed her a glass of water which she eagerly gulped down. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“Wow. I’m in your room aren’t I?” She finally decided to look around. The room had a mixture of mahogany and white. In fact those were the only colors in the room. Brown and white. He only had the necessary things required in his room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;‘Figures.’&lt;/i&gt; She thought. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“If your feeling better you can leave.” Neji said monotonically. He then turned back to get something and then he threw it at her. Tenten finally registered that the slightly crumpled pink and brown lump on her lap was her clothes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“You…you &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;stripped&lt;/i&gt; me?” She gasped and pointed an accusing finger at befuddled Hyuuga. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“Tenten don’t be–”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“You pervert! Who the hell takes advantage of an innocent, and helpless teammate?!” Her voice flared. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;“Tenten stop–”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“I can’t believe you! You disgust me. Just because you think your hot and have a population of fan girls that could overflow Jupiter doesn’t mean every girl likes you!” She was as close as to choking him when he grasped her hands and put his other hand over her mouth. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“Shut up. Hinata undressed you.” He let her go when he saw that she cooled down. Her eyes grew. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“H-Hinata’s a pervert too?” Neji almost smacked his forehead. “I-I thought she was straight!” She wrapped her arms around herself feeling violated. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“No stupid. She had to change your clothes because they were wet and if you had them on any longer you’d be more sick and delusional.” He explained through clenched teeth. He didn’t like the image that popped in his head of his cousin and Tenten being intimate. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“Oh…okay.” They both sat in silence each looking at something different.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“Is it still raining outside?” Tenten asked breaking the quietness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“No, why still interested in killing yourself?” Neji smirked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“N-No, besides even if I had a suicidal mind I think it’s the best way to spend your last breathe.” She grinned. Neji looked at her for a long time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“Your being disturbingly morbid.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“I just like the rain. It’s hypnotizing I guess.” She starred longingly at the window which was covered with a white curtain. “It’s the most beautiful dance in the world.” She added when he didn’t reply. Neji nodded slowly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;He thought she fitted perfectly in the rain, but he wanted her to dance only for him. It seemed like the rain drops were intimidated by her unearthly dance shooing her away with a cold. But he would never do that. He was greedy for her attention and was envious to know that it was captured by nature and not him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“I like it when you dance.” Tenten stiffened in shock. She looked at the Hyuuga who had his gaze locked onto hers through the dimly lit room. His eyes were filled with something Tenten had never seen before. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;He placed his hands on the bed making Tenten tilt forward from the weight. She stared at him in naivety and curious eyes. He crawled onto the bed on all fours forcing Tenten to lie back down as he towered over her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“They don’t like you as much as I do.” He said in a covetous deep voice. He liked the way she was here cornered by him. She was his. If he could lock her up from the world he would in a heartbeat. “Yet you don’t seem to show any interest in me.” He caught both of her hands so suddenly it made her gasp. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“Neji…” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“I won’t hurt you, you know that.” He murmured as he placed his lips on her hands that were clasped between his. It lingered there for a while before he moved his face up to hers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;Tenten couldn’t seem to remember the rather important function of breathing when she was drowned in the scent of him and the sight his striking eyes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“Neji…” She couldn’t seem to remember anything but his name. Neji grew impatient at her stillness like she was waiting for a wild animal to disappear. Neji, however, was far from leaving.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He sank his head lower making his lips touch her neck. He took in her sweet sensual smell of strawberries. He trailed his elegant fingers across her temple and licked and nibbled up her neck and around her jaw. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;From the corner of his eyes he was delighted to see that he had caused a dark pink smear to spread across her face and had elicited a moan to escape her lips. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“Tell me Tenten…” He whispered into her ear, hot breathe tickling her. “Tell me how much you like this? Please…” His beg made her crumple. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;He felt empty and cold when she made no sign of movement. Neji started to get off but stopped when he felt a pair of hesitant hands roam his chest. He looked longingly at the girl who smiled impishly. It was all he needed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“Are you really one of those girls who don’t overflow Jupiter?” He smirked pulling her body closer to him wanting to feel every curve of her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;“Shut up. I only gave in because you said ‘Please’.” Tenten blushed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;Neji felt overpowered by the sight of the goddess beneath him. He ran his hand through her chocolate tresses, as she did with him, and cupped her face. He drank in her image greedily. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;Even though he felt the urgent need of ravaging her here and now he let his lips slowly reach hers letting her have the chance to push him away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;Tenten instead grabbed his head and pulled him down crushing their lips together in impatience. Neji’s last thought was how Tenten never seemed to be patient but then again neither was he. And then they both fell. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;They breathed into each other and the kiss they shared was like lighting and thunder combined. It was their way of applauding to nature’s music that played outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;The twitters of a bird, the soft caressing whisper of the wind that came and went and the sweet spring rain as it came to its finale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I hope you guys liked it. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:7620</id>
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    <title>freaked</title>
    <published>2008-02-09T00:43:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T23:23:03Z</updated>
    <category term="call from authority yikes"/>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the assistant principal called our house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="surprise"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants me to come tom at 8&amp;nbsp;for something related&amp;nbsp;in newspaper or english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying really hard not to get my hopes up for anything really good&amp;nbsp;and just think about it as something like she wants to congradulate me on my newspaper awards i&amp;nbsp;got......yeah&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its kinda hard not to&amp;nbsp;get my&amp;nbsp;head in the clouds like thinking about the mayor coming down and shaking my hand&amp;nbsp;or like i get this amazing offer at some college......yea i really have to stop doing that&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also might be bad...:sigh: only time will tell i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THE CLOCK GOING SO SLOW WHEN I NEED TO MOVE!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and it goes so fast when i need it&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;stop and cage itself!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:7362</id>
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    <title>i hate these so much</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T22:11:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T23:10:28Z</updated>
    <category term="chem guy"/>
    <lj:music>Bullseye by Aly and A.J.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;How the hell are you going to know if this is true? huh?&lt;br /&gt;anyways the guy i like always acts carefree and i'm sure as heck in the inside he is not worrying over a girl...no instead i bet he has numbers and chemical equations running around his head....argh i can't wait to get out of puberty so i can achieve my goal of beging singly independent with a bunnie!&amp;nbsp; (face it i can't handle 12 of them...and they reproduce so forget it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ nuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="what girls supposedly don't know about guys...blah"&gt;1. Guys are more emotional then you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys don't care how gorgeous you are, if you're a b****-- Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys love you more than you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole hell of a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. No matter how much guys talk about butts and boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. When a guy tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. A guy would give his right nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Not all guys are jerks. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. They love it when girls talk about their boobs. haha it's true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When a guy hits your butt it means that he wants you sexually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Even if they refuse it all guys are ticklish on the ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys love neck rubs and if he lets you keep doing it ..it means that he really likes you or his neck really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. When a guy sacrifices his sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be with you as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Ladies, if u don't repost this within 1 hr then you will lose the guy of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Guys, if you don't repost this in one hr then you will lose the girl of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post this as: things girls don't relize&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:7139</id>
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    <title>science fair plus babysitting....</title>
    <published>2008-01-04T18:21:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T18:21:32Z</updated>
    <category term="science fair and twerps"/>
    <lj:music>Das Omen by E Nomine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;i have to get my science fair project ready... its about how hand gestures can tell you about someone's personality. itz kinda cool. the other one i had in mind was to stare at someone's back and see if they have any psychic power to detect that someone crazy is staring at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="not much "&gt;&amp;nbsp;heehee but my partner (and best friend) said that we should stick with the fist one so oh well there goes me acting like a psycho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i also have to do my english hw in which i must read A Seperate Peace and find some rheotorical devices (15 of them) its easy since the book is full of it. i thought the book would be boring to read becuz my best friend's brother said it was horrible and it was just like the book Great Expectations (EVIIIIIIIILLLL)!!! but its not....not yet that is&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to twerps to babysit. i love them but dude sometime the things that come out of little kids mouth makes some people lose it. that would be me.... my mom says that atleast they're honest about everything and not hiding they're dislike on something like some people do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i don't have much to say so i'll leave it at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:6439</id>
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    <title>silverteardropx @ 2007-10-23T20:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-24T01:30:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T02:18:55Z</updated>
    <category term="birthday and play"/>
    <lj:music>Snow ((Hey Oh)) by Red Hot Chili Peppers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;o m g&lt;/strong&gt; people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="like i have a shot in a an acting career! HA! "&gt;my birthday is on the 25th and the day of the play that we're doing is on that same exact day. usually i am so excited and start jumping on people everywhere that my b-day is coming up and they &lt;strong&gt;better &lt;/strong&gt;know (well i did that this time too) but really i don't even care&amp;nbsp;that much because i'm too worried about how good we're going to be when we have a real audience on that same day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the director said i&amp;nbsp;was precious and she loved me but i had to get my damn voice higher. she wants to cast&amp;nbsp;me in the one act&amp;nbsp;play (a shakesphere&amp;nbsp;play...no not romeo and juliet) but&amp;nbsp;i have to raise my voice higher because those who already have a high voice were not heard&amp;nbsp;when the went ot the competition last year.........so yikes...........&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my charming friend annie had told me to stop being all pessemestic....it's not all that easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&amp;nbsp;parrents aren't that thrilled that i'm staying so late for rehearsals but&amp;nbsp;we really need! &lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;literally!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope we do a cake-tastic job !!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>silverteardropx @ 2007-09-01T16:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-01T21:43:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-24T01:34:17Z</updated>
    <category term="drama school"/>
    <lj:music>Lyudi Invalidy Remix by T.A.T.U</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff" size="2"&gt;Hmm my english teacher is not that bad. She seems very nice actually, just as long as i don't get her mad and my history teacher isn't that bad. My geometry&amp;nbsp; just lectures but if i take notes then i'll be fine. she gave us a reading assignment....yes this is in geometry not english....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that dolt head is more of a jerk than before and he made his hair into that emo side sweep and what not.....it looks ridiculous on him just plain stupid. But then again he is stupid so it fits, i don't want to upset his&amp;nbsp;GF because i like her. she seems like a sane person i just don't understand what went wrong when she decided to date that dolt. I am so lugubrious (XD my new word from english it means sad!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annie is moving and when she does i want have any more friends to talk to freely with. i am going to be such a emo kid when she leaves. i feel safe around her and just a person i can act like a idiot and she'll understand me perfectly why i'm jumping on the ceiling. i am just a real sensitive person who is ready to crack at anytime and so far she had one the medal for not being able to put a single scratch on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our friend (no name) is sort of acting like a bitch and its kinda getting annoying so annie and i are going to try to stand up but (no name)'s a little hard to work with so we might need some armor and&amp;nbsp;swords with us on monday. and i have to be nice....to dolt head. why? because we have to work together in this play i don't have any major parts but we all have to work &lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;cooperatively an&lt;/font&gt;d i can't do that when i hate someones guts and the feelings are pretty much mutual on the other side. SO i have to be...nice.... you don't know how much this pains me to do this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still there are no cute boys in our school = no crushes. but i'm not complaining&lt;strike&gt; that much&lt;/strike&gt; i mean i feel a little free not worrying over my hair making myself look pretty for the guy just so he could look at me just once. i think its a &lt;strong&gt;waste of time. &lt;/strong&gt;i could be doing other things important with that time wasted....like sleep XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could sense th&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;e &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;foreshadowing&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;of the drama that is going to unravel itself and choke us demanding our attention i don't like problems...i hope whatever is in store for us it quickly is done with and over.....i really&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;don't like problems....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. my layout is not cooperating with me so ignore the mess =/</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:5951</id>
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    <title>I AM NOT A MULTI-TASKING GENIUS!</title>
    <published>2007-08-14T23:00:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T23:21:45Z</updated>
    <category term="sick and tired"/>
    <lj:music>One day by Trading Yesterday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ha i got sick again...probably for munching on ice...its grown to be my bad habit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="sometimes i wish i had amazing super powers that can finsih my homework for me"&gt;you know what's funny when i get sick i smell this funky smell and its just like a sticker on my face saying 'Contagious' What really sucks is when school starts &lt;strike&gt;which is not far away&lt;/strike&gt; i can't be like 'hey mom i have buggers and i can't infect my friends' because the reply i get is 'stuff a tissue up your nose' &lt;strike&gt;lol not really they just say take your medicine and go to that&amp;nbsp; damn bus&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my mood thingie and looked for the one that said sick but it just grossed me out making me head towards the bathroom. Really they didn't need to be so detailed with the whole puking just make the smiley green or something &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my friends have gone idle on me (read: deserted me) and as my friend Annie says i'm "locked inside my cave"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new english teacher is going to be hell so is my history teacher.&amp;nbsp;especially my geometry&amp;nbsp;teacher i'm good in math &lt;strike&gt;:cough:sort&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;of:cough:&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; but this teacher only lectures people about math NO WRONG! you were licensed to teach not be a college professor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have got to finish that stupid Lord of the Flies book but i can't read and highlight the stupid sentence structures, figure of speech, and what not when i'm stinking trying to absorb the story while also rubbing my runny nose!!!!!!!!!! I AM NOT A MULTI-TASKING GENIUS!&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>twelve cute bunnies and me under a roof</title>
    <published>2007-08-05T02:47:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T02:21:08Z</updated>
    <category term="crazy family in texas partying downstair"/>
    <lj:music>make a wish by conjure one</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I like to party with myself, no its not because i'm some psycho who gains pleasure with talking to herself or the walls....although it is kind of fun....anyways the day we moved to texas i don't have any family member near my age to talk to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no instead i have people who bore me out of my hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="conversing with myself"&gt;my uncle (i think he's my uncle) he took this picture of me and told my mom i looked adorable or what not so he full sized it and&amp;nbsp; printed it out for us. when i saw it i forced my jaw not to drop. He was standing behind me&amp;nbsp;squishing his hands on cheeks....it just looks weird, and he passes &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; to everyone in the room and their like 'awww'....ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the doctor guy in our living room that my dad thought would make a good husband, no not for him. me.....and like how old is he??? OLD!! has he not heard that it's illegal to marry&amp;nbsp; an old guy to a girl of my age!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that i had forced myself to believe that there will never be love for me. i choose to be weird and unusual but i will not be stuck with&amp;nbsp;twelve cats....but twelve bunnies? hey you gotta love their twitching nose and their cute little eyes. THEIR ADORABLE! XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;and i could also stare at Naruto's picture and drool over it cursing at Hinata for getting to be the one who marries him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;well i'm off to mingle with the wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>its a dog eat dog world out there</title>
    <published>2007-06-23T03:25:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T23:23:40Z</updated>
    <category term="cannibal sheltered writing dream"/>
    <lj:music>Let go by Frou Frou</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Grr! I had a perfect day but it all ruined in 5 seconds. I was about to write how awesome my weekend went when my dad came in and said I shouldn't be on inapporiate sites, and my user sn name is weird and what not. It is just a simple sn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="i hate the news"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My god I hate the news channel I hate it with so much passion! It's their fault for hypnotizing them thinking everything is bad for me. I am dead serious when I tell you I am so sheltered I never been to any games that are held, can't go to any of my friends sleepover because they might be potential cannibals and if they're not maybe their parents are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't aim anyone (but I do). Now don't get me wrong I am just as paranoid as my parents ( i get all panicky when my dad drives at night I keep asking him if he's sleepy and to put both hands on the wheel) but you know I think I could tell from a normal sane person and a wacko.....okay maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won't even let me pursue my dreams of writing, and journalism, yes I know the job isn't a real money tree, but I can learn how to be those people who have so much money they have to throw it out ( of course I would throw it out to the charities and the animal centers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the plain truth I have no idea what I want to be anymore. I get so mad when the councilors are like "don't worry you have plenty of time" yeah well time isn't the problem it's being accepted for what I love to do (even though I still suck English...and grammar). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for much. Maybe some attention to global warming and animal freedom and not cutting down tree's and my mom not to be in a mental trauma and my dad to cool down and my brother to be the smartest guy every girl his age fawn over. Then me...I want to know what I could be...and who I am, because i just don't know who that girl is sticking her tongue at me at the mirror when I wake up in the morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Windows are so facinating!</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T18:53:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T23:24:17Z</updated>
    <category term="i&amp;apos;m not that special"/>
    <lj:music>Face the Music by Conjure One</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It's a funny thing that I have to look out my window to tell you what the wheather is today. This should show you how much I am a sheltered in my cozy brown home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="i am so boring "&gt;I hate to go in my backyard in fear of mosquiotos killing me with malaria! Hey it's not my fault that my house sports a lake in the backyard which mosquitos can very well lay eggs on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf. My summer is such a bore besides that whole seattle thing and ONE bathroom with...what six people! SIX PEOPLE!! Yeah that is NOT a pretty picture! Plus I have to babysit two girls for how long and i barely know anything about babysitting. It's alot easier with my brother. Just lock him up with a t.v., feed him, make him go to sleep (or kill him which ever is faster) and TA DA I'm finished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls are leeches though. They want to go where&amp;nbsp;I go and do what ever I. They keep calling me the best when I haven't done anything super heroic. They keep saying how "pretty" I am making me squirm uncomfortably while diverting their attension to something more facinating like "Eh...yeah...LOOK A WINDOW!" I not used to being a role model to anyone or anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I for one would be a real bad role model. The only thing i live for is writing and romance (stalking people's love life)&amp;nbsp;and traveling and being sarcastic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I put on The Little Vampire and kept ranting about vampires (what can I say Alexo kept babling about it which got me babling about it) they all of a sudden took interest in me. Gee I wonder if that would work if i had an acactual guy in my life. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>pointless</title>
    <published>2007-05-30T20:45:24Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-24T01:31:55Z</updated>
    <category term="me babbling about seattle"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;O_O omg seattle is beautiful! this place is amazing it has mountains that have snowy tops and large pine trees that are probably four times my size!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="my journey and me "&gt;right now i'm at my mom's aunt's restaraunt...we get free indian food YEAH! that may sound all that exciting considering that there's a beach nearby and small shops but i am dead bored thankfully they have the wonderful gift of...drums please... THE INTERNET! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i applaud the person who created such—::heartshapped eyes:: my mom just came into the small office me and my brother are in and she brought...drums please.... MANGO DESSERT!!!! mmmmmhhhhh sooooo goooood!!!!! when i go back home i'm going to look like a pig to everyone because i may eat everything in this place! i wish my friends where here so i can share my wonders with them!!! XD!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother keeps coming to me with his silver gameboy advance asking me how to get through the walls and get the secret code! i feel like a genius for once! HA BEAT THAT SHIKAMARU!! I AM SMART!!!....okaii then anyways i was going to help out my aunt and her staff but i suck at taking orders and making food ( i might burn something....like water....i suck) and if the costumers get&amp;nbsp;feisty then well...i might cry or get scared...something along the lines and after that i may hide behind the oven....i can't handle situations very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this keyboard is awesome i just love typing with this i wish i had a key pad like this one! its so nice to write with. and the litle pitter patter i make with it! *o* :starry eyed: i want to go on that train that is like five steps away from this restaraunt....my god i am so random. i just like going on babbles ITS SO MUCH FUN! mmmh that is some good mango dessert!!!! YUM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::pout:: my...my brother ate the...THE LAST BITE NOOOOOO!!!!! THE DELICIOUS MANGO IS GONE!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>'GET DRUNK AND BE HAPPY' THAT'S PHILOSPHY!</title>
    <published>2007-05-24T00:13:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T23:24:54Z</updated>
    <category term="drunk hyper insane"/>
    <lj:music>Burn for You by Toby Mac</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff" size="1"&gt;BOO YAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;summer break take me AWAY!!! a half a day left and school (fishie year) is OVA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;thats right ::does&amp;nbsp;the boogie dance:: COME ON DANCE WITH ME!!! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....no i didn't get my&amp;nbsp;drink spiked....just some insane sugar rush&amp;nbsp;man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhahahhahahahahhaha...i don't usually&amp;nbsp;talk like this! but i'm crazy so who gives a fying f***!&amp;nbsp;yo....my hommie.....duuuuuude......n_____n......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="are you ready for this....cuz i'm not"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT I AM DONE WITH!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt; with finals&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done &lt;/strong&gt;with seeing that idiots face all the time&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt; with being a student for my&amp;nbsp;crappy biology teacher&amp;nbsp;and personal family development teacher ( I NEED&amp;nbsp;NO THERPY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt; with facing people who rarely talk to me&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done &lt;/strong&gt;with being&amp;nbsp;sensitive of my appearance ::messes up her hair:: F U&amp;nbsp;my hair&amp;nbsp;sucks i don't care =p....okay i do care.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc99ff" size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;what i'm NOT ready to face&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my english teacher&lt;br /&gt;that stupid idiot&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;my chemistry teacher&lt;br /&gt;that stooopid idiot&lt;br /&gt;my&amp;nbsp;history teacher&lt;br /&gt;that stooopid idiot&lt;br /&gt;my geometry teacher&lt;br /&gt;that stoooooooooooooopid&amp;nbsp;dolt head&lt;br /&gt;.....my life basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>HELP ITS IMPORTANT THIS GOES TO ALL OF YOU LOVELY WRITERS</title>
    <published>2007-04-19T22:48:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T02:22:33Z</updated>
    <category term="wrirter help"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;i need your help guys!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and i need it by today or by&amp;nbsp;monday&amp;nbsp;which is kinda of a last minute notice and all but this is urgent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not all that of a funny person and i need you humurous people to do me a very special and important request for me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;you see my school is doing this childrens carnival and i'm in the puppet show committe and we're doing funny twisted fairy tales for kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering if you could tell me a child's story and coat it up with some funny things into it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example&amp;nbsp;something liek how a preppy snotty princess kisses a prince and he turns into a frog and she's liek "NO! not again!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to give me a huge play just a small snippet piece and that would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;GREAT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>my fortune said i was a poor fish</title>
    <published>2007-04-17T00:53:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T23:26:43Z</updated>
    <category term="love sucks"/>
    <content type="html">i am so computer stupid even though i'm on it 24/7! sheez i even type slow!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i recently started reading this awesome book called &lt;em&gt;White is for Magic&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;its kinda spooky and romantical for me, &lt;strike&gt;just my type&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and i just came back from dallas &lt;strike&gt;and cute boys&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and now I'm back in Houston where not a single speck of cuteness is found! &lt;strong&gt;i miss NY terribly!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="boy talk...well just about how much i'm a worthless person really..."&gt;but then again i suck at love turly i do! this cute boy was going to talk to me and my friend Shannon and we both ran back inside the hotel thinking he was some sort of potential rapist! O_o see what i mean, i start running away when things like this happen. its just not normal for a girl like me. i mean i still don't have a BF and i'm 14 or my first kiss while everyone around me had already experienced both!! I AM SUCK A SORE LOSER!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i can't date until i'm in collegue! but its not like i'm complaining (read: whining) i mean hormones are pretty brutal at this point of our lives so i rather wait when they calm down or something.... yeah wait for myself to grow a beard! &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>nejiten love</title>
    <published>2007-03-31T00:40:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T02:29:44Z</updated>
    <category term="nejiten neji tenten nejixtenten"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Show Me Love "&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I stirred the ice with my straw making it clink against my glass. I took in a slow sip trying to burn the time I had left as much as possible. Idly I wondered if they knew I was still present…in a corner. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;The whole gang was now gliding across the dance floor, laughing and blushing at whatever their partner had whispered into their ears, just for them to hear, drowning out the world with the music that flowed out of the speakers. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I rolled my eyes at the scene before me. It was so cliché. Couples are a waste of time. &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Independence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is more desirable then holding some guys sweaty hands all day long. Trying to care for it giving them an extra amount of love and attention, and then of course “completing one another.” Phef! Please, I’m perfectly complete by myself. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;My eyes wandered to my two companions who hadn’t deserted me on this special day as the rest have. Shino was inspecting the food like a scientist trying to find a cure for some atrocious disease, he’s had been doing that since his laughing incident that occured in one of his missions with Naruto. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Lee on the other hand wasn’t bestowing the waiter of relief of leaving to get us what we ordered by hurling sentiments about youth to her after she said “Isn’t today so full of youth?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Then painstakingly my eyes mysteriously landed on the very boy who was accompanied by a girl, they were just a couple of tables away. The only thing I could make out was that the boy’s back was towards me while the girl’s pretty face was gleaming in front of me. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;For a perfect aim.&lt;/i&gt; I was so close to spilling my drinks contents on Shino and his bugs in shock of my inner jealousy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;No matter of what I said of having couples and freedom of sweaty hands, I was guilty as anyone. So what if I keep my heart locked in a cage and yet I was vulnerably in love with a guy half taken? It didn’t matter…because as I said before he was half taken. Hinata had notified me that Neji was soon to propose. He needed a wife. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A wife with no flaws whatsoever. Someone who’s name isn’t Tenten. I drew in a sharp intake of breath as I saw that &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; laugh like bells as she placed her hands over Neji’s. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;I bet his isn’t sweaty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Lee? Do you know that girl?” Lee finally looked away from the grateful waiter. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“My lovely flower, why do you ask the same thing repeatedly tonight?” He sighed. “I told you, Neji said she and him are simply taking care of family business.” &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Yeah I bet they are…choosing something for the wedding to come.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Yes, but why did he tell you….why not me too?” Lee noticed how my hands were clenching onto the tablecloth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Tenten he had no intension of what you’re thinking of.”&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt; He didn’t forget you.&lt;/i&gt; Those words were floating in the air but Lee knew better to pull them out. Lee took my hand and loosened my grip and patted my hand. “You just came late in hearing the news.” I tugged at my bangs suddenly feeling self conscious of my appearances when the girl flipped her luscious long gold hair over her shoulder. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Did he say anything else…?” I murmured as I took another sip. Lee was silent for some time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“As you know he is finding a wife…today is the due date.” And out came my drink. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“What?!” I cried. Shino was probably glaring at me from behind those glasses for spilling Sprite all over on his pants making it look like he had some sort of accident but right now I didn’t give a damn. Lee tried to hush me down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Ay, Tenten not so loud everyone’s starring at us,” he said as he looked around while patting my head to duck. “That was supposed to be a secret.” This only made me madder. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Oh? So you two are hiding secrets from me? Tell me what else has been going on that I don’t know about? Hmm?” I crossed my arms over my chest. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Nothing. Nothing at all. That was the only one, and I told you did I not?” Lee said getting nervous at the dark aurora forming around me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;My head was screaming at me and my heart was hammering its way out of its jail bars. I bit my lip as I saw the girl laugh…Neji made &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; laugh…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Lee…I think I’m going to go get another drink.” I said my voice was completely detached. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Hey lil’ missy I think this should be ya last shot.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The bald bartender said handing me another blood red drink. I had already started hiccupping on my first drink, now I was onto my third one and my voice was getting slurry. I drowned myself with the red blood drink enjoying the burning sensation on my lungs. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Nooo &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hic &lt;/i&gt;sit won’t .&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hic&lt;/i&gt; I’ll…err…bee in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hic&lt;/i&gt; sharge of howsh mush conshumptions I wants!” I slurred. I took a bunch of straws and aimed them straight at baldy’s chest. [1] &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Actually I’ll be in charge of that now.” A smooth deep voice interrupted as the owner of the voice’s arm came out and grabbed all the straws before it touched baldy ever so elegantly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Hic…&lt;/i&gt;Neji…” I was surprised that I could say his name without slurring though I didn’t look at him just yet for I knew the consequence of looking at a charming man would be disastrous. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Why are you here anyways?” He asked his voice was tedious. I sniffed loudly and turned by head the other direction. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;He always forgot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“…Theyah where &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hic&lt;/i&gt; shelebrating my ‘youthful day of…birth.’ &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hic&lt;/i&gt;” Neji stayed silent for some time as an awkward silence ensued. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I see…and why are you not joining—”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Sho ish she?” I asked innocently cutting him off. I knew better than not to, but heck I had the whole ‘I’m-drunk-so-deal’ as an excuse. &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“None of your business, that’s who she is.” He seemed to guess who this ‘sho’ person was immediately…quite too quickly if you ask me. His blank eyes shot into mine. I coughed and looked away. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hic&lt;/i&gt; shee.” I mimicked his earlier answer. All too quickly I got off my stool which later became a very bad idea. The whole room seemed as if it twisted while a silent earthquake took place. I grabbed the nearest thing to steady myself and happened to have randomly caught a hold of the very famous prodigy other than the Uchiha.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“You dork. How much did you drink?” He asked scolding me. I forcibly tore myself away from him and landed on my butt. He bent down with a cocky grin and offered his hand. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“No thanks! I &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hic&lt;/i&gt;…would like to spend a little more &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hic&lt;/i&gt; time being ignored!” My newly built anger seemed to have made my slurs die out. I pushed his hand away and got up swaying at the mushy colors. I slowly walked out into the cool lively street with many passerbies’ touring around. I knew he was following me as I sat on the bench under the blossom tree. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Stop following &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hic&lt;/i&gt; me. Don’t you have someone to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;hic&lt;/i&gt; propose to?” I said angrily. Somewhere within me my sane side was screeched at me for saying something so personal. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;It was his life why was I to be bothered. But I wanted to know…I wanted to know so badly, get under his skin. So I shooed my saner side of me back into a steel box. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;He didn’t seem remotely bothered by that. Instead he arched an eyebrow at me taking a seat next to me despite of what I said. “And aren’t you supposed to blow out your candles?” I huffed at his vague answer. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Between our pointless conversations I decided to lay down on his lap while he played with my bangs. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“You’re&amp;nbsp;avoiding it…” I whispered as his fingers traced my face. “You’re so far…far away.” I swayed my hand in front of him. He caught it and pressed a small kiss on my knuckles.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our voices were now hushes even though no one was around. My eyes closed at the tranquility of having him by my side…just for the moment. The sound of the breezy wind and his touch. I scooted closer to the available body heat and I swear I almost heard him chuckle. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;If I had a sane mind right now things would have been different. Right now I was in a battle between sanity and reality, and I liked it just the way it was. I was going to savor every minute that this would last up to. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“It’s a family tradition to propose at a certain age…I came to that age long time ago and I still have no bride, now I turned into my marriage age…Hiashi is getting impatient and had started filing girls up for me. I have no interest in any of them though.” His soft warm breath blew against my face. It was so much better than the wind. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“No one at all, huh? What, have you taken an interest in the same gender or something?” I joked. He didn’t laugh, but I knew he was smirking. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“When have I not?” I opened my eyes looking into those gorgeous identical moons casting light to those hiding in the shadows, finding them when they think no one is looking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Neji…have you ever kissed a gi—anyone before?” He seemed to be more amused. I played with his long silky brown hair patiently waiting for his answer. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“No…not really.” I slowly propped myself up to tug on his shirt and pull his face closer to mine. His scent was so intoxicating it made me feel helpless next to him, which I was definitely going to change. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Neither have I.” Slowly my lips pressed onto his. That was it until he jerked out of my grip.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Tenten! Stop it, your drunk.” Neji said as he backed away. Never have I seen it before but there it was in his eyes…fear. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Your point?” I said trying to catch him again but he held my wrists tightly pushing me back. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Please, let me take you home.” He begged. I shook my head and cuddled against his chest making him stiff. I looked up to him with determined eyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Not until you tell me who you love.” He closed his eyes hiding them from me and sighed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“No one.” His voice was barely audible against the winds but I heard. His grip loosened enough for me took take his hands off me. I stood up and wobbled away. “Tenten where are you going?” His voice sounded tired and sad but like heck I cared.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Home…alone” [2]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I starred at the clock as it blinked 9:47 pm. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;He had to choose today.&lt;/i&gt; It was still early but I wanted to go to bed ignoring the world and soar around in the clouds. It was a tempting idea however I couldn’t go to sleep. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I had a terrible headache and I had already puked a couple of times due to my drunken state. I drank a couple cups of green tea to put myself at ease. It didn’t even feel like my birthday just some random day out of the blue.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The moons crescent radiance flew unto my room giving light to the picture of three inside a frame that said ‘Friendship’. I smiled sadly at how our lives were back then. Both of them had their dreams fulfilled. And me? I didn’t even come close to being next to Hokage Tsunade. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My phone’s sudden ring gave me jolt waking me up from day dreams. I picked up the phone and placed it next to my ear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Hinata?” I had already seen the caller-id. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Tenten! Oh no! No! No! No!” Her voice was cracked as if she was crying for a while.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Hinata slow down. Take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong?” I said as motherly as I could. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Hiashi wants me to marry Neji!” She whisper shouted. I dropped the phone and fell along with it. I numbly sat on the ground starring at the phone where I could hear Hinata crying as she talking about how it happened. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“He should have chosen someone it’s his own fault!!” I shouted as I pinched my eyes shut trying to stop the tears. I couldn’t help but blame him for breaking my heart twice, once when we were 14 and now. “Why didn’t he choose someone?!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;My voice was loud enough for Hinata to hear from the phone. I grasped the phone and placed the phone once again next to my ear when I didn’t hear any reply.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“…He was…scared.” Hinata whispered. I guessed she was hiding or something because she kept her voice lower then it normally was. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Yeah sure like that’s possible! Let that bastard go to hell for all I care!” I scoffed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“What about me…do you want me in hell and let go of Naruto?” I froze. I hadn’t thought of what Hinata would feel like at all. I was selfish. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“I’m sorry I just—” I heard a lot of commotion on the other side.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Happy Birthday Tenten.” The other side went dead. She was marrying him…today. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I fell over on the floor and groaned. And covered my eyes with my arm. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Tell me Hinata what am I suppose to do? Why did you call &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;? He doesn’t even &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; me.” I said out loud to myself. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“He doesn’t does he?” The sudden smooth voice got me to sit up and look right into the deep blue eyes of the blonde. “Please…Tenten I love Hinata!” Naruto’s sad eyes pleaded. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“I’m sorry, I can’t do anything.” I averted my eyes miserably at the picture frame. “I gave him a chance to come through…no actually I gave him more than just two in which he stomped on.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“He’s scared…he doesn’t know what real love is…just like that bastard Sasuke.” He frowned. “You’re the first to push his buttons.” He placed his warm hand on my shoulder. “Now be the first to smack some sense into him.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“I thought you already did that.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Well, I guess I’m not his type.” He said giving me his foxy grin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Neji the ceremony is ready.” Hiashi said. His voice was muffled behind the cream colored door. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I’m not going out there.” I growled. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I gave you a choice. Now you have none left. If you want to change your title then—” I opened the door and brushed past him. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;I’m sorry Tenten.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;The ceremony was supposed to be a quick one with the time left. Hinata would no longer be my dearest cousin but my dearest wife. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I sat next to the monk and gave a glance at Hinata. Her movements were slightly different. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Probably from crying so much.&lt;/i&gt; Her face was hidden under the veil she wore with her kimono. She bent down right in front of me making me narrow my eyes at her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Hinata you are supposed to sit right next to me.” I hissed at her even though I shouldn’t be burdening her with my anger at the whole situation. It was after all my fault. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Well I’m sure she is but not me.” Said a snippety witty voice, my eyes widened as did everyone else’s. I snatched the veil off and a tumble of brown hair fell out framing a beautiful face that held chocolate tinted eyes that were glowering down at me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Tenten…” I murmured. She smacked me…I could have stopped her…she had given me chance to hesitantly, but I didn’t. Hiashi quickly came over and pulled her up as everyone stood up. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Where is my daughter?” He asked furiously. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Oh don’t worry she is perfectly safe in the hands of the Hokage.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Naruto.” I breathed out under my breath. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“What are you doing here? Don’t you know that you’re interrupting—”Hiashi began but Tenten cut him off. Something no one in the right mind would dare to do. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Yeah I know. I’m crashing a private party for clowns right? Don’t have to call the police mister.” She said taking his hands off her arms. I could see the tears that were being held back as she hastily rubbed her eyes brushing it off with a weak smile. Everyone was driven to a silence. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Get out.” His spoke with a silent deadly voice, but she stayed firm even though her eyes were red. She turned to look at me and bowed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Deeply sorry Hyuuga Neji…I hope you forgive me of my actions tonight.” Her voice was stealthy making me cringe inwardly. Hiashi was going to seize her again but she stopped him. “No need in throwing me out, I’ll show myself the door with the dignity I have left.” She smiled heartbreakingly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As she walked down toward the main grand doors, she parted the crowd like the red sea as she was faced with little children throwing rocks at her bizarre appearance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Hiashi shook his head at her. “Why didn’t you choose her?” I starred at her form as she closed the door behind her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Because…I don’t love her.” It felt as if I stepped into a cold fire.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Here you go Tenten.” I looked back at Hinata curiously. She had brought me a wet cloth. I smiled appreciatively as she gently pushed me down to sit on the bed as she kneeled on the floor before me to wash up my makeup that was now a mess from my tears.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Hinata, are you crying?” I asked gasping at the young girl. Taking the cloth from her shaky hands I wiped off the crystals that fell from her lilac eyes. I habitually had a need in being a mother figure for her since we were young. It replaced the lonely part of my heart that had no family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“I’m really sorry about the humiliation you had to face.” She sniffed. I shook my head and brought her up to sit next to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Forget it.” I said gloomily. “Things between me and Neji just won’t be the way you think it may.” Naruto then came in holding out a basket of fruits to me &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“For you madam.” He said while gracefully bowing to me. “You hadn’t had a single bite.” I raised my eyebrows. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Oh? I think you have mistaken I had—” Suddenly my belly growled making both Hinata and Naruto laugh. I shook my head sadly at it and gratefully took a pear from the basket. I watched amusedly as Naruto tackled Hinata with a big hug and smooch. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“You two are so silly. Haven’t you heard of ‘getting a room’?” I teased making both of them to blush profusely. I glanced at Naruto’s clock, seeing that it was 11’. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“Hey guys its getting late. I’m going to go and change now.” I said getting up and heading to the door. “This dress is killing me so why don’t you two continue your activities in peace and Naruto go easy on her.” I shut the door behind me as soon as I heard them both scream my name in horror. I chortled as I headed down the stairs. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I walked into the peaceful quiet streets of Konoha looking at the dewy grasses and silent birds as they flew freely. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Neji had always wanted that…&lt;/i&gt;The stores were all closed at this time for nature to be heard. I could even hear my own loud steps echoing the place. Transfixed on the street below not bothering to look up I crashed into something rigid. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;“Oh! I’m terribly sor—” I said as I backed up to look at…Neji. He lifted his eyebrow at me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“How many times are you going to say ‘sorry’ to me?” I fidgeted as his lavender eyes roamed over at my attire. “I thought you hated dresses.” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“I do, but I sacrificed my dignity to help Hinata out!” I snapped. I looked ahead as I tried to go around him only to have him hold me back by my arm. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“You didn’t want to…help me?” His innocent tone surprised me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;“I would help any girl who’s stuck in marrying you.” I mumbled.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“How about you?” We had our backs to each but were side by side while having his cold hands on my arms. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“What about me?” I was scared to hope what that meant. He pulled me more back to face him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Tell me the truth dammit. Why did you disgrace yourself? Why did you do all that—that nonsense?” His grip tightened along with his tone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Nonsense?” I snorted. “It’s a waste of my breath saying it to you when clearly it’s all bullshit to you!” He blinked. “Tell me Neji why did you have to break my heart…twice?” I cracked. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“You were too young to underst—” Neji started. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Am I still?” I huffed. “Look Neji I don’t have the time to waste with you so please just let go.” I tried to wrestle pathetically out of his grip as his eyes tried to meet mine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just wanted to scamper away under a rock concealing my tears from him. But of course he always had to pull me back into his quicksand slowly drowning me into confusion and more tears.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;He grabbed my other hand and pulled me to his chest. My head buried into the crook of his neck trying to stop myself from crying in front of him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I don’t know what it means.” His words were so childlike I cursed myself for snapping at him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I showed you haven’t I?” I said looking up at him. His pearly eyes said nothing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Show me again.” His voice was barely over a whisper, but I heard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hesitantly my lips were a mere inch away from the warmth and comfort of his. I froze remembering what happened last time. I opened my eyes which mysteriously had been closed shut. He’s eyes were already open. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I won’t hold you back.” He whispered in my ear sending a mystifying shiver run through my body. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%" text="" all="" day="" hands="" sweaty="" guys="" some="" holding="" then="" desirable="" more="" is="" independence=""&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“When have you ever?” I murmured. I didn’t move…because he was the first to smash his lips at the delay. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;i hate it...i don't like the way it came out. It dosn't seem as smooth and flowing as I thought it would be....it looks ugly :::gloomy dark cloud over her head:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Anyways here’s what I had to say for the numbers you saw in the story:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I suck at making accents and making people slur so terribly sorry. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;HA! That reminded me of the movie &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Home Alone&lt;/i&gt;! Has anyone seen it?! It’s hilarious! XD &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>the power of rambling women</title>
    <published>2007-03-05T01:41:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T02:30:20Z</updated>
    <category term="rambles babbles"/>
    <content type="html">Well my cousin ( i think he's my cousin) had his wedding and now its the following day. We're here for lunch (read: another party for me to snore at) and i am here doing my "homework".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="ahoy there she blows"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I should be doing this project thats due monday but sadly i don't have my partners # so i am isolated. I was thinking about doing the project of Africa's political instabilty by myself&amp;nbsp; under 3 hours because i hate doing all-nighters, but then i could count on my partner to call me or what not but she dosn't have my # either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Darnit i may have to do this myself. ::shakes fist at africa::&amp;nbsp; WHY THE HECK DO YOU HAVE TO HAVE POLITICAL INSTABILITY!! ARRGH! yes i do know the answer to that but still....i wish i had a punching bag....and a diary.....i love writing.....so i need a diary or a journal......arrgh for not having a diary.....&lt;br /&gt;anyways i hate the&amp;nbsp;fact women have to suffer pmsing, tell me why we have to suffer! WHAT DID WE DO TO ANYONE BUT ASK&amp;nbsp; FOR EQUALITY WITH MEN! geez stupid pmsing disease, yes my mother calls it a disease so&amp;nbsp;i tend on calling it just that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way.....i want a diary.....i didn't get one today.....i'm tearing myself apart just for some book where i can write my personal thoughts....and you would think war would tear me apart but nooo my peace lies in a book....nerd.....well i'm not a nerd but a dork perhaps...&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Gift Exchange ♥</title>
    <published>2007-02-11T03:08:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T23:25:38Z</updated>
    <category term="nejitenten nejixtenten tenten neji excha"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="I could only imagine what my tombstone would say ‘‘Tenten. A great kunoichi. A weapons mistress. Yet an idiot!” "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Dammit.” I cursed under my breath. I examined the cut on my leg which was an interesting hue of black and purple on my porcelain skin. “Dammit.” I cursed again as I slowly applied the disinfective cream. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Oh I’ll get you for this…jerk.&lt;/i&gt; In my head the possibilities were just swarming around waiting to be put into action. My belly growled as if approving of the ideas…and also approving of the idea of some food. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I carefully took out the wrap from the first aid kit and put it around my leg, the stinging sensation not stopping for one moment. I wasn’t like those girls who would instantly cry at the sight of blood. I mean come on I’m a weapons mistress! Instead I curse at the person who caused my injury!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;F L A S H&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;B A C K&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;“Shit Neji! Can’t we stop now for some lunch maybe. I didn’t get any breakfast and I can’t concentrate without food like some people.” I said while dodging some of his punches. We were now onto to close combat since I didn’t have any weapons left. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;May I repeat myself and say I HAD NO WEAPONS LEFT! That’s like saying Naruto has lost interest in both ramen and being the best Hokage ever, or how Shikamaru finally became productive.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I didn’t tell you not to eat.” He said in his monotone voice. He landed a quick punch on my stomach sending me flying against a tree. “You lost focus.” He said stating the obvious. His eyes still sparked with a thousand kunai’s that should be at my hands now. I glared up at him hoping it would match up to his. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“No Neji you didn’t tell me not to eat. Instead you KNOCKED ME OUT and then DRAGGED ME UNCONCIOUS to the training grounds.” I said making sure to put emphasis on some of the words. He simply shrugged.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Well maybe next time you’ll be able to sense your enemies.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I DID SENSE YOU! I JUST DIDN’T THINK YOU WOULD KNOCK ME OUT!” I stood up and shouted at his stupid stoic face. He didn’t say anything he just gave me one of those looks that says ‘Your-still-stupid-and worthless-and-I’m-the-best.’ Taking that as the last strike I left. He didn’t call after me, he didn’t come and knock me out, and most of all he simply didn’t care…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E N D&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;O F&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;F L A S H&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;B A C K&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;After finishing up bandaging the rest of my cuts and making it look nice and pretty covering up my disgusting and ugly scars I decided to listen to my stomachs constant groans to get some damn food. I sighed heavily and got up heading towards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ichiraku_Ramen_Bar"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ichiraku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Once I got there I heard the familiar voices of, or should I say shrieks of, Sakura and Ino. I wasn’t sure what the argument of the day was, but I didn’t want to get into it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am way too pissed, tired, and hungry to even bother looking in their direction. I took a seat farther away from the two chaotic friends hoping they wouldn’t notice me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Sakura I’m not a whore!” Ino screeched. “Besides you shouldn’t be talking.” She mumbled the last part to herself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Really then why were you flirting with my Sasuke when you already have a boyfriend!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Look that’s none of YOUR business.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh so there was some flirting going around, and it is perfectly MY business when it comes to MY boyfriend.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“HE’S NOT YOUR BOYRFIEND!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“YES HE IS PIG!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“FOREHEAD FREAK!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“PIG!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“FREAK!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“SHUTUP!” I screamed. I just came here for food and peace and probably hearing Naruto slurp away but that’s all!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh Tenten I didn’t see you there.” Said Sakura her voice all sweet again, forgetting that a minute ago she was burning red from anger. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“So how was your day today, Tenten?” Ino asked also forgetting about her recent argument. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Hey did you train with Neji today, Tenten?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Did he go tough on you, Tenten?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Isn’t that a nasty scar do you want me to heal it for you, Tenten?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Did Neji say sor—”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Stop it.&lt;/i&gt;” I hissed silencing the girls to wide eyes. Soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Ayame came with her notepad. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What would you like to order, Tenten?” I was twitching like crazy and tried to keep my emotions in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Plain, please.” I said sorely. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Sorry, we didn’t mean to tick you off.” Sakura said now sitting to my right and Ino to my left. I was twitching some more and cursing myself for drawing attention. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“It’s fine.” I said wishing that the ramen would be cooked faster and I could probably take it home to eat. “I just had some trouble with Neji that’s all.” The girls looked at each other than back at me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Do you want to tell us?” Ino asked waiting to pounce on any gossip I was going to spill. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“No.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Ino you’re so nosy just like a pig.” Sakura said as if she didn’t want to hear some gossip herself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“For your information foxes are nosy NOT PIGS!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Please stop.” I refrained myself from stabbing a kunai into their hearts and walking away as if nothing had happened. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Come on tell us.” Ino inched closer to me waiting to catch whatever came out of my mouth. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“We just trained.” I could smell the delicious smell of the ramen cooking just waiting to reach my lips. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“We can help you.” Sakura grinned deviously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Excuse me.” I finally realized how close both girls were and how their voices were now mere whispers. Maybe Neji was right I do need some practice on sensing my enemies. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You know.” Ino said getting giddy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Uh no…I don’t.” I said feeling claustrophobic at the sudden closeness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Getting back at your boyfriend.” Sakura stated matter of factly. My eyes widened forgetting all about my stomachs growls.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“B-boyfriend?” I asked weakly which had nothing to do with my aching body. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Yeah we have a plan.” Ino said putting her arm around me. “That is if you’re up to it.” I pushed her arm off and got up from my seat. I don’t know when they made this plan or if they had some telepathic thing going on but I didn’t like it, not one bit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Look girls I appreciate whatever you’re doing, which I have no clue by the way what it is, but I don’t have a boyfriend.” I said feeling a sudden urge to run for it. Sakura grabbed my arm before I had a chance to do so and pushed me back down on the stool.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“We mean Neji, and we mean business.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;~*~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They are insane. Insane freaks! What kind of plan such as this comes to a girls mind? You could get killed for even thinking this! And believe me I had better things to do other than pants-ing The Great Hyuuga Neji. I could only imagine what my tombstone would say &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;‘‘Tenten. A great kunoichi. A weapons mistress. Yet an idiot!”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“How exactly do you expect me to…do such a thing?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh I say do it in front of the rest of the Hyuuga’s.” Ino said while giggling, Sakura nodded liking the idea. I just starred at them as if each of them grew an extra &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt; head. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I hadn’t asked for my deathbed!” I cried. Sakura rolled her eyes at me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“That would be quite impossible Tenten.” This caused me to raise my eyebrows. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Really now? Do explain.” I said stopping in my tracks on our way to the Hyuuga compound. I put my hands to my hips looking incredulously at both girls who also stopped. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Neji would never hurt you...” she looked at my cuts and then cleared her throat “well not on purpose…ah its hard to explain that now Tenten but time will tell just don’t worry.” Sakura said with wisdom crossing over her eyes making me look at her in a different light. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;“Come on we have to get you inside his room, probably break in through his window and bring down some Hyuuga guards on the way.” Forget I even said that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;~*~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I looked up at the brilliant murky blue sky. The moon wasn’t out to light up my pathway to my room, but the small specks would do for now. From the back of my head his voice kept ringing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;F L A S H&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;B A C K&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You’re early from practice.” Hiashi said with his back to me he was watering the hanging flower pots that had wilted. I was heading to the Hyuuga training grounds to do some target practice and vent out some emotions. I ignored his comment, I was too pissed at everything and everyone to care. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I may have to warn you though you water a plant to much it will wilt…if you push her too much she’ll leave you…” This made me stop in my tracks I spun around to see Hiashi but he wasn’t there he was gone. “She’ll leave you just like your aunt…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;E N D&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;O F&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;F L A S H&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;B A C K&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I stopped to sit down on the bench that was in the center of our magnificent garden full of scented flowers. I idly thought of what uncle meant…&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;she will leave you&lt;/i&gt;…it was frustrating me to no end that I couldn’t figure it out. I was the famous prodigy, this should have been easy but it wasn’t. Nothing was when it came to inner conflict. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Neji?” That one voice shook me out of my clouds right in front of…Tenten.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Uh…hey can I talk to you for a sec?” She wasn’t meeting my gaze, more like she was avoiding them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“How did you get in?” I snapped, she hesitated slightly until she spoke again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Well…the…the guards let me in.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;~*~&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was the truth. Instead of using Sakura’s method of knocking him down Ino suggested…well more like forced, literally, she used her jutsu on me and took over MY body to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;seduce&lt;/i&gt; the guard! Can you believe it that all I had to do was wink at him to get in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“The guard let you in…” he said trying it on for a size. He got up from his bench and towered over me like an inch or so. I could feel his eyes scanning me for any faulty lies. He grunted in approval telling me to go on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Uh yeah well…” I suddenly blanked out, the perfect speech I had made with Sakura and Ino on our way here was now lost.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What is it?” He sounded irritated by my delay. I looked around us searching for a crowd that I needed, but the place seemed deserted. I could even go with a few people to put this plan into action. Then I saw out of nowhere I saw Hinata and Hanabi strolling around not far from us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“If you’re not going to say anything then I’m leaving.” He snapped and brushed past me. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Shoot.&lt;/i&gt; I had no time to spare I needed to act now! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I grabbed Neji’s arm and pulled him back towards me. I grabbed his waist and closed my eyes when I heard him gasp. Then in a blink of an eye I pulled his pants down all while keeping my eyes tightly closed. I stood perfectly still as I heard Hinata shriek and Hanabi snicker. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Tenten.” His tone was anything but pleasant. I cracked my eyes open to see Neji glaring at me with his pants around his ankles showing off his white boxers. The situation would have been hilarious if not the fuming waves crashing down on me right now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Y-yes N-Neji?” I stammered wincing at his tone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What the hell was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;that?&lt;/i&gt;” He hissed as he pulled up his pants, which by the way I couldn’t help but smile faintly, but if Neji knew I was somewhat grinning then this would be A LOT worse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I’m—” I was about to apologize when I suddenly remembered what lead up to this scenario. My hunger, my sore body, my dignity for pulling his pants down in front of his cousins! This was entirely his fault! “I’m not sorry!” I said piercing him with my own glare. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“For?” He growled back at me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“FOR EVERYTHING!” I exploded. Hinata started to drag Hanabi away from the scene we created. Hanabi reluctantly followed whining about how she wanted to see the outcome of this which might mean me getting all bloody. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh really?” Neji mocked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“YES! It’s YOUR fault I didn’t get food ALL day! It’s YOUR fault I have bruises all over my body. And it’s YOUR fault Sa—”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Are you going to leave?” He asked. UGH! The nerve of that guy! Now he wants me to leave because I disgust him SOO much! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh now you want me to get the hell out of here huh? You know what you’re the most ruddiest inconsiderate jerk I ever met!” He raised an eyebrow and gave me one of those slow smirks that make me want to kill him yet still melt into a puddle of slush. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I meant are you going to leave me forever since I’m such a rude inconsiderate jerk you ever met.” He grabbed me by the waist quickly and pulled me closer as if I was going to leave him right then. My eyes widened by the sudden action and I was confused all over again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Why would…well yeah you’re a jerk…but…I wouldn’t…I don’t think I would leave you.” This didn’t seem to be the right answer because his grip on my waist loosened as he frowned, then he let me go. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You should go home now.” His words meant something else though. Through the years of training with him and getting beaten by him I did achieve one thing and that was the understanding of cold prodigy language.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was sure the translation to what he said was ‘I want to be alone because my man pride had just been bruised.’ I smiled up at him finally looking into those moonlit eyes. This was the one time were it felt like I could actually look at them as they sucked me into a world of the unknown. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I would never leave you…but if you want me to…”I said quietly. I was about to walk away when his arms came back to my waist. Then with the romantic scene forming my belly just HAD to growl loudly. I blushed as Neji looked at my stomach. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You can stay over for dinner.” He said as his icy cheek pressed against mine. I knew that had a hidden meaning too. He pulled back just a little to press his cold lips against mine. And I have one thing to say…Hyuuga Neji tastes like cupcakes!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; you like it! If i made any spelling mistakes please excuse them! ^-^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:2153</id>
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    <title>Half full or HAlf empty</title>
    <published>2007-01-06T18:06:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-06T18:06:22Z</updated>
    <category term="sick sick sick!!!!!"/>
    <lj:music>Prince Charming by Willa Ford</lj:music>
    <content type="html">geez this whole logic has got me coonfused! -_- &lt;br /&gt;i mean i understand where some people say its half full and where some people say half empty. then there's the whole thing about how you know if your a pessimestic or optimistic by a &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; glass of water and what not! O.0...sheez anyways look at the below comic i &lt;big&gt;praise&lt;/big&gt; the person who made this! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/silverteardropx/pic/000017z7/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/silverteardropx/pic/000017z7/s320x240" width="320" height="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:1952</id>
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    <title>poem</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T04:12:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-05T02:53:09Z</updated>
    <category term="poem for him"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;ahhh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffcc"&gt;&lt;font color="#00ccff"&gt; christmas&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;ahh&lt;/font&gt; the &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;mistletoe &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;ahhh&lt;/font&gt; the &lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;lights&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="AUUUUGGGGHHHH THE LOVE!!!! IT BURNS!! O.o"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;Hiding behind these four walls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;i&amp;nbsp;hear these invisible calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;inside i cry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and sometimes i feel like i want to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;remembering how...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my memory lost&amp;nbsp;its meaning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;my heart lost&amp;nbsp;its beating&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;in&amp;nbsp;between a battle my mind&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;your words weren't kind&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;why should i still mind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you tossed me aside&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;felt no feelings to abide&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;no this christmas&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i well not listen&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;i shall stay inside these four walls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not&amp;nbsp;let in&amp;nbsp;those nasty&amp;nbsp;invisible calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;i shall allow all to enter&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;but you shall just saunter&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;away,..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yes....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#808080"&gt;just stay &lt;em&gt;away....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:1743</id>
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    <title>nejiten comic</title>
    <published>2006-11-21T22:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-05T03:00:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">LMAO!!!! &lt;br /&gt;has anyone seen this!!! ITS HILLARIOUS!!! I CONGRADULATE THE PERSON WHO MADE THIS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="heehee"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y193/DeVeLAnGeL/Naruto/The_Life_n_Times_of_Hyuga_Neji_by_S.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:silverteardropx:1529</id>
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    <title>floating with nejiten</title>
    <published>2006-10-08T18:53:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-05T03:01:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i have neji and tenten chracters floating in my head and they won't go geez i have so many ideas for stories for them but i have to finish my sasuhina story back in fanfiction and school is literally attached to my back and i can't find any time to finsih it up....and i am not into the couple as much i was in the beggining naruto u can have hinata back &lt;br /&gt;no one deserves to be stuck with sasuke (that f-ing jerk) and YES even though i'm not a sakura fan she dosn't deserve someone like him sorry sasusaku fans i think she needs a guy who dosn't ignore her and she IS a bit over obsessive with sasuke which is sorda freaking me out...but hey love does alot of things to people i can relate...&lt;br /&gt;my new fav couple is NEJITEN! YEAH FOR THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;i just wish they could have a bit more moments on the show....</content>
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