Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, even though, I wish I did, but as you can see, my mind couldn't come up with something so genius. This is why I resort to fan fiction.

Full Summary: You'd think parents would know better than to put your picture on a website in hopes of finding you a life partner. And when your friend's in on the act, how cruel can life really be??

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Prologue:

A knock on the door awoke her from her reverie. Not like her thoughts were going anywhere, but still, talk of the rudeness! Here she was thinking about what her sleepover with Ino would be like (candy, movies, fun!), when her thoughts suddenly led on to one other time she'd had a sleepover with her. Let's just say it wasn't all peaches and cream, when Ino decided she'd hook Sakura up with some random guy off the streets saying 'your parents wanted me to find you a nice guy, and this guy is fitting', or something along those lines. Ever since my 16th birthday, Ino and her parents – especially her mom who'd said at her age she'd had at least 3 boyfriends, 'wonder how that could have happened without the others noticing…' – had tried to get her with someone so that she'd stop being such a prude all the time (their words not hers, who would call themselves a prude?!)

Anyway, as she got off the couch to get the door, it burst open with none other than Ino standing there in all her whore-ish glory (no offence to her, but come on, what's with the short black skirt, fish net tights and knee high boots? And what's this, a halter top! That's pretty conservative…for her anyway).

"Hey, sorry about the door – it now lay off its hinges – I'll pay for that. I was just thinking (nothing good ever came from her thinking), since I'm sleeping over and all, how about we go to that new club -" after the words club were uttered, Sakura couldn't bear to lose this little challenge she had going on. She'd always start off like this, innocently asking if she wanted to go with her to a club or to a disco and then what could be better than having ten guys lined up waiting for her arrival so she could pick one to dance with?? It was always like that!

"Yeah, you will pay for the door, and why a club when we can go see a movie, I'm all up for a romantic comedy with a big plate of nachos! Whaddaya say??" she sounded almost too hopeful, but hey, anything was better than a club.

"You know, there are guys like those in romantic comedies that you could fall for that might just be in the club."

"Pfht, you know they don't exist! They're just in the movies! Now get your coat, you'll freeze if you go like that!" And she wasn't going to hear anymore about this subject. She'd won, which meant the movies were where they'd be.

Ino let out a noise of disapproval, but went along with it anyway. She climbed the stairs until she reached Sakura's room, which she went into.

Sakura's P.O.V

I was back in the living room jumping for joy that I'd actually won a round against Ino, when all of a sudden I heard a crash up in my room. Taking steps up by two, I approached the door with caution, only to find that Ino was holding one of my precious necklaces (that were given to me by my really close friend).

"What are you doing, Ino?" I asked really slowly, hoping she wouldn't do anything rash, albeit knowing her; rashness wasn't too far behind this.

"I want to go to that club." She replied, while eyeing the jewellery in her hand. I rolled my eyes, this is how it always went down, and I should have known not to let my guard down. Strolling over to my cupboard, I pulled out a nice blood red strapless shirt that almost looked like a mini dress, only it was way too short to wear by itself (well, in my opinion, that is); a black skirt that reached just beyond my knees and had a sort of net material underneath that gave off the impression that it was permanently flared; and lastly, a short jacket that would cover my arms since I have a thing against leaving arms bare.

"So now that you're changed, let's go to this lovely club. I just KNOW you'll find someone!" Ino's happiness was kind of infectious, because two minutes later, I was sitting in her car telling jokes and laughing at them. Talk about the lameness of that? About half an hour later, we pulled up in the parking lot, only to find that there wasn't much space to even get out of the car.

With much difficulty, we got into the club, and right by the door stood three boys no older than me and Ino with bouquets in their hands. Shaking my head, I tried my best to ignore them, but that all came to an end when Ino walked in announcing our arrival. The three boys walked over to us and gave me the bouquets and asked if I'd dance with them.

(Flash forward since this is only the prologue)

Basically, these guys were just like the rest, they wanted me for my body. Apparently, my body was hot and couldn't be more curvaceous! Dammit, why couldn't I have been born ugly?? Ino gave one of them a black eye when she saw his hands hovering over my butt, and I swear, if someone hadn't of held me back I would have had a go at him too!

And this is why I'm never going to have a sleepover with Ino.