Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Pairings: KankuroXTenten

Italics: Thoughts

Bold Italics: Tenten's conscience

Cliché

- By Lyrics and Music

It was too cliché. She wasn't going to give into it. Sadly, she was like a pop overdose. Now, he's addicted.

Sitting on the couch, she held a pillow to her chest. Slouching, the boy rested his head on his hand. "Remind me again, why are we doing this?" the boy asked, looking into the camera, knowing that it was recording.

"For publicity," she tersely stated.

He smiled a bit before laughing, "Wow that was blunt."

"Thank you," the girl responded leaning on his shoulder.

"She's kidding," the boy said to the camera.

Turning to face her companion, the brunette girl smiled sweetly. "Of course they knew that," she replied, "I was amazed that you did."

He frowned. "Ouch. That hurt!" he exclaimed overdramatically, hand over his heart.

Rolling her eyes, the ochre eyed girl next to him sighed, "Oh quit being such a baby and kick that attitude of yours under a bridge."

"Violence is never the answer," the boy chided jokingly. Her lips brushed his, a smirk appearing on her lips as she broke away. "Always so pushy. Hit the button," he told her.

"Gladly and I prefer to call myself persuasive," she replied. Holding what looked like a remote control, her index finger pressed a button. Bold white letters began to appear the large black screen in front of them. It was a question.

What was it like the first time you saw each other?

"Tsk, tsk, people are so nosy these days," the boy remarked.

"Well, I think you should answer them. They want to know. You lost the bet. You have no choice," she reminded.

"I believe 'we' lost the bet, you're not excused either," he informed her.

"Whatever, you go first," the hazel eyed girl stated.

"What was it like the first time I saw her?" the onyx eyed boy asked himself. He paused for a brief moment before continuing, "It was like a heavy dose of pop music."

"That bad?" she pouted.

"Pretty horrific," the boy teased, smirking, "Your turn."

"I'd have to say…," the girl started before thinking. "It was like a movie, except I didn't like it," she concluded.

He was unsatisfied with her answer and asked, "By that you mean…"

"Love at first sight," his companion told him.

Satisfied but wanting to see how far he could take it, he sighed, "And your point is…"

She glared at him. "It was too cliché. I hated clichés," the girl explained, chocolate brown eyes flashing with a hint of visible annoyance.

"Too bad missy. We're just one gigantic cliché," the boy chuckled, toying with the headphones around his neck."

"Key word, babe, 'hated'," the girl pointed out shifting into a more comfortable position on the sofa. He opened his mouth about to say something when he saw his CD player in her hands. A wry smile was plastered on her face. His mouth immediately snapped shut.

Chapter One:

You're In

Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. It's so simple and easy. It's so natural. But why is it that I can't. I just can't. Gosh darn it.

Leaning against the wall, Tenten stared at the marble flooring of her school.

Tap. It's that tapping again. I can't stand that noise. I can't stand the pop of my gum either. I just want to go home and blast music from my radio. Why do I always put myself in the worst situations? Why do I even have to be here? My heels are killing my feet. My skirt is too short. There are boys here. There are hormone filled boys. There are hormone filled bad boys. This does not bode well.

"Next," a voice called from inside the auditorium. Stepping inside, the girl looked up, trying to stay in character.

Why did he have to be here?

You knew he was going to be here.

I did not!

Yes you did. That's why you came.

I hate crushes.

Technically…

Oh, just shut up.

Popping a bubble, the brunette stepped on stage waving at the boy with the guitar. "Hey there handsome," she greeted, batting her eyelashes.

I must be dreaming right now. He doesn't even have pupils. How creepy. I really want to go home now. I want to wake up and smell the pancakes downstairs. I can't stand those eyes. It's like he can see right through me. No, it's as if he can see through my clothes. That's just plain creepy. Then again it's not as if I haven't exposed enough of myself already.

"I'm assuming you know the song," the boy with snow white eyes stated.

Where is that tapping coming from? Tap tap tap. It's driving me insane.

The girl nodded, sneaking a glance at the boy holding the bass.

So his foot is the culprit. If I wasn't going to hurl right now, I'd drop a brick on it.

No you wouldn't.

Oh yes I would.

If you did, you'd do it so you could be next to him.

No comment on that.

You don't deny it.

I can't believe I'm actually crushing on a boy who wears more makeup than I do.

What's so hard to believe? You also talk to yourself.

I'm insane.

Congratulations, took you long enough.

Her chewing gets on my nerve. That pop. That pink gum that refuses to stay hidden. Pop. There it goes again. Think happy thoughts. Guitars, heavy metal, skateboards. Pop. That's it. This is not going to work. I can't stand this. Why am I here again? Why is she standing with the microphone in her hand? Why did I even agree to this torture? I should just quit. It isn't worth it! Wait, she's spitting it out. It's about time! At least I don't have to…oh crap. Stupid drummer! Drummers are supposed to count off. That's the only cool thing they get to do. Don't open your mouth, princess. If you do, I swear I will…is she actually owning this song? No way. No frickin' way. That's not possible. This bubblegum pop princess is actually...good.

"So, how did I do, boys?" the brunette asked, fishing through her pockets.

No not another piece of gum. Please not another. Dang, it's another piece of gum.

"You're in," a boy with jet black hair stated curtly, placing his guitar on his amp. "Any objections?" he asked, looking around.

I totally object. Look at her. Short mini skirt in hot pink. Must I say more? Must I say anything?

"No," another boy commented, placing his drumsticks on his set.

Are you smirking? You are going to get it! Just because you have a girly face doesn't mean I can't beat you up, Mr. I love to watch you suffer.

"Kankuro?" the guitarist questioned.

I twitched. He was smirking too. He knew. What kind of joke was he trying to pull? It wasn't funny. Two against one. Not fair. Just because you have girly hair doesn't mean I won't beat you to a pulp. I hate you two.

Kankuro grit his teeth. "Fine," he spat out, gripping his bass tightly.

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