He wanted to see him again, no, he NEEDED to see him again. Sasuke groaned as he leaned back in his chair and began throwing a bouncy ball at the wall and continuously catching it. Naruto was literally the only “normal person” he had ever met. Granted being called normal wasn’t exactly a complement, but everyone else he knew were either rich snobs, crazy obsessive fan girls, or worse, pesky annoying older brothers. So when he was around him he felt somewhat normal himself. A feeling he didn’t often get to feel. He then caught the ball and kept it in his hand as he tried recalling more about him. The kid even looked nor

Itachi just stood there dumbfounded. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Good morning to you too Itachi.” Itachi twitched. His brother NEVER said good morning to him. “No seriously, who the fuck are you?” Sasuke sighed as he continued filling out the log in page. Itachi had every right to be questioning him right now. After all, Sasuke repeatedly stated that he’d NEVER get a facebook due to all those annoying pesky girls looking for him, yet here he was making an account. “I don’t know how else to find him…” Itachi raised a brow in a

He couldn’t take it anymore. “That’s not a complete sentence.” But he couldn’t stop. “Wrong ‘there’.” He just kept reading. “It’s well not will.” And reading. “Do they even use a word check?” And reading. . . . “Oh come on!” he slammed his hands on his desk “That’s not even the right word!” Sasuke wanted to scream and pull his freakin hair out. Everything about this story was wrong. There were too many run-ons, misspelled words, god-awful grammar, and incorrect terminologies. It pissed him off to no end… yet he couldn̵