Every morning you walk past me, yet today is different. You brush me and drop your books, and as you quickly walk away before I can lend a hand, a light and sweet breeze fills me and it takes a bit for me to regain my senses. It's lavender. Never have I been more pleasantly surprised by something so sweet (considering I hate sweets). I think for a second and realize that your eyes are a light lavender as well, and grin at the thought that you smell of the color of your eyes. As I continue thinking, I come to an understanding; your scent reflects your personality; a shy yet beautiful flower hidden amongst the trees, but a treasure to those who can find and uncover you. As I try to figure out who you are, your peculiar eyes helps me to remember that you are a Hyuuga, Hinata Hyuuga to be exact. You are Hyuuga, very familiar to an Uchiha like myself, and yet we barely know each other. With our past, you'd think we at least know each other enough to greet in the mornings, but no. I get the urge to run and talk with you, but the strawberry keeps clinging to me. I have yet to comprehend how they find me so interesting. If they had a reason, then maybe I would be interested in them as well, but it seems as if they like me just because I seem 'attractive'. You see, I see someone more like you as interesting, with your cute clumsiness, interesting fashion, and mesmerizing shyness. But I feel as if you would reject me because I come off as a player.
I walk past you and trip like a total idiot. 'Great!' I think as I quickly pick up my books and flee in an attempt to run away from the embarrassment. I only act this way around you, yet I'm in love with Naruto, it just doesn't make sense in my mind. However, even with all of this rushing through my head, I am still able to get the slight scent of honey as I brush past you. O how I love the sweet scent of honey. It's one of my favorite things. Don't think of me as silly, but I believe that your scent is how you truly act when you are away from the drama and chaos of life; sweet and beautiful, but too afraid to express it. Maybe that's the reason why I can't get enough of it. You are the most interesting and confusing specimen I have 'met'. You seem to think things through too much and express yourself unlike a 'normal person', just like me, but you are so much more popular. I constantly want to talk to you, but you are part of the 'too popular' group while I am only the shy girl that happens to know a enough popular people to be considered as one. At least, that's how it feels to me. But it would be nice to think that I'm popular because of my awkwardness. You always seem afraid to be yourself and that just makes you seem cuter to me. Not to mention your hidden sweetness, cute shyness (when you are shy), amazing humor, and understanding personality. But I'm so shy, of course I wouldn't be able to straight out confess. And even if I could, I'm terrified that you'd reject me because of our family, my popularity status (though I doubt it would be that), or how I act (I'm too awkward).