Always GaaNaru

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 felt his foot slip from my palms, my breath hitched.

I knew what would happen next, something like that always happened. A thud and a squeak resonated from that tan throat as his rear collided with the floor. And then of course…

The bucket.

My feet slid from beneath me, sending me crashing down onto my dim-witted friend. Our hair dripping with syrup and our skin slick and sticky.

"Damn it Gaara, you distracted me!"

"Excuse me?" I hissed, jabbing my finger into his side. "This always happens, ALWAYS!" I bit angrily, wiping a glob from my eye.

I stared down into blue orbs and tried to stay mad. The school hallways were empty and though I knew the Uchiha would be exiting his class soon, I didn't bother willing myself off the floor.

"Then how come you stick around?" Lips pouted and I was tempted to just punch them.

"Someone has to clean you up after you've made a fool of yourself… again." My sarcasm was dripping, but it was hard to keep the anger in my eyes. That grin he flashed sparkled like nothing else, "I know I can always count on you to do just that." He teased. I buried my nose into his sticky neck and dragged my tongue along the disgustingly sweet sauce.

"Motherfucker you dropped it on purpose, didn't you?" His nervous chuckle assured my accusation, my jaw slackened at the audacity.

"Ew, keep the faggotry out of the halls." I vaguely noticed that Naruto flipped his finger at the Uchiha, but I was to busy burying my mouth down into his to really give a fuck...

A/N: More drabbles, review please!