Who would you choose? The guy that has always been there for you, or the dream guy that you've always wanted? I've never really thought much about it, except when watching romantic comedy movies, and the girl always picks the boy next door. She usually does since the dream guy is always an ass in the end. But what if the dream guy wasn't an ass? What if he is the boy next door?
Tap, tap, rattle.
I snuggled deeper under my blankets, trying to ignore the annoying sound coming from outside my bedroom window. The sound stopped and I let out a sigh of relief when, crack! I bolted up in my bed, and threw my covers off. A sliver of pale light crept into my room as I pulled aside my curtains. I winced as I noticed a spiderweb crack in the glass.
"Hinata!" hissed a voice.
I quickly opened my window before some serious damage could be done.
Snap! I stumbled back just as I opened the window. There was a throbbing pain just above my right eyebrow. Something had hit me – really hard. My fingers gently inspected the tender area, and came away wet. In the light of the moon I saw my fingers stained with blood. A moment later, everything went black.
"Hinata! Come on!"
I tried to ignore the low murmur. My head was throbbing and I just wanted to sleep. I tried to snuggle deeper under my covers and heard a choked yelp. Forcing an eye open I found myself not in my bed, but on my floor! Strong male arms surrounded me, holding me against a warm chest that smelt like sunshine. My hand had found its way under the shirt. I frowned. Was I dreaming? I tilted my head back to look at the person that was holding me. Naruto.
"Please Hinata, wake up," he pleaded in a hushed tone.
Why was he whispering? Naruto was usually loud and energetic. He didn't really know the meaning of 'inside voice'.
"Naruto-kun?" I mumbled, feeling my cheeks warm as reality hit. My hand was under his shirt, resting against his bare, naked chest.
"Finally!" he breathed in relief. "I thought I was going to die."
He squeezed me tightly in a hug. My heart speed up at his affection.
"What happened?" I asked as he released me.
He squirmed uneasily. "I wanted to see you. Couldn't sleep."
"What happened to me?" I squinted at him trying to make sense of what had happened.
Then I saw a small rock on my floor.
I raised an eyebrow, and winced as it caused my cut to burn.
"Were you throwing rocks at my window?"
He laughed nervously. "I was aiming for the window. Sorry about your head."
I couldn't help but laugh. The guy I liked had hit me in the head with a rock.