Somehow I always managed to find myself in these sort of predicaments, especially with him.
If not, always, with him. Wherever he went, a trail of trouble dragged behind and as usual, I became entangled in that web.
"Naruto, this is a bad idea."
Once again, he didn't listen to me, instead chuckled maliciously to himself.
Why did I always end up like this? My hands holding tightly to his foot as I spotted him in his climb. "Just a little more." he grimaced, positioning the syrup-filled bucket on the door ledge.
"This'll teach that bastard Sasuke to mess with me." I rolled my eyes like many times before.
"This is stupid, it's not going to work, it never works."
"Have a little faith in me Gaara."
I've always inwardly, and well, outwardly referred to the blonde as
well, less than intelligent. He never failed to prove me right.
Like in that instant
Maybe it was in his nature, but he seemed hell-bent on looking into my eyes as he spoke, that being enough to distract him. When I f