"If this is the way it is going to be, so be it," the woman gave the man a smirk, her brilliant green eyes shining, brimming with tears.
She turned and walked away, her blonde hair shining under the descending orange sun, the wind blowing her loose hair.
The scene started to black out as the credits began to emerge and her back faded away. The crowd began to leave the theatre as the light gradually lit up.
"Oh my, she is so cool, don't you agree?" The blonde girl beside him squealed. "Her acting is superb, her face and figure, oh my."
"That dinner scene was great, I'd say, all that food they wasted though…" his other friend commented, only to receive an eye roll from the girl.
"Come on, Chouji, all you care about is that," she said. "What do you think, Shikamaru?"
He stretched his long arms and yawned for a second. "Quite average, I'd say."
Ino scowled and glared at him for a moment. "I won't let you say that, Temari is such a boss," she complained. "Honestly, if anyone doesn't know you well, they'd probably think that you are gay. "
Shikamaru rolled his eyes as he stood up and straightened his shirt. "That might be a good idea actually, since men are less troublesome than women."
Ino gritted her teeth before standing up. "You just have to ruin such a nice day out we have as a team, Shikamaru," she complained as she walked out.
The boys followed her, the three of them routinely putting on shades as they emerged in the streets.
Unfortunately for him and his friends, at least he thought of it that way, they happened to be part of the socialite circle that the country crazes over.
He and his friends, whom he knew for all his life, was enjoying the last bit of freedom of their life – the last summer holiday before their official entry into the job market, or rather, their fathers' businesses.
His other two friends were luckier than him, or so he thought. The blonde-haired, blue eyed girl was Yamanaka Ino, her father is the chairman of the Konoha Psychiatric Association, while his big-boned friend, Akimichi Chouji; his father owned the Akimichi Supermarket Chains in the nation.
His name was Nara Shikamaru, the heir to the Nara Pharmaceutical Corporation, and just his luck, one of the hottest bachelors that girls seemed to fawn over.
Ino and Chouji did not seem to mind the media attention, he swore that Ino called the paparazzi somehow to catch them at the campus of Konoha University, they caught him off guard, and, to his amazement, he became even more famous because of the unprepared shoot. Fan girls began to wait for him outside his classes; they began to lurk around campus, ready to pounce at him. He felt that he was constantly watched, like a deer being spied on by packs of wolves.
He regretted the thought he used to have when he wondered how his friend, Uchiha Sasuke must felt when he got chased around by fan girls in high school.
"I hope you didn't call those magazine people this time, Ino," he muttered under his teeth.
He could feel Ino nudging him with her elbow. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, with a confident, glossy smile. "Anyway, we are going to that club I was talking about, don't you dare run away this time."
"Alright," he rolled his eyes beneath his shades. "As if you could make me drunk."
Chouji said nothing as he took out yet another pack of potato chips out of nowhere.
"Honestly Chouji, you should stop eating like that on the street," Ino hissed. "It is not good to look at, how are you going to get a girlfriend like that?"
"I am sure someone will appreciate my honest true self, Ino," he smiled at her before shoving another mouthful of chips into his mouth.
Ino sighed softly, as they reached a sleek dark private car. "You're driving Shikamaru, I don't want to die yet," he nodded and slipped behind the steering wheel.
"They are loving your new movie," her brother, face clad with purple face paint smiled at her smugly as he traced her eye with dark eyeliner. "I heard that they are calling the best sad romantic movie of the year," he giggled.
She rolled her eyes as she sat there. "You don't have to amuse me, you know that right?"
"Sorry, old habits die hard," he chuckled. "You know, make up artist tend to talk a lot, just to make sure that people don't notice when we fuck up."
Temari chuckled as she stared into the mirror, as Kankuro finished on her eye; he turned to the numerous brushes and began to take his next pick. "Remind me why I have to go again."
"Because you need to loosen up a bit, and to celebrate the success of your new movie, I mean, even Gaara is coming."
"He is?"
"Yes, he is going to join us after his meeting with the board." He proceeded to brush Temari's face with setting powder. "If he managed to get off the hook with father, that is."
Temari chuckled. "I suppose so, after all, he was the only one father entrusted his business to, isn't he?"
"Now, now, let's not sound sour," he said, as he packed his brushes. "It is natural, Gaara is a genius remember, besides, we are doing pretty well on our own."
"You with your little businesses and me with my movie star career? Yeah right," she joked, as she stood up, staring into the mirror, the silver dress encased her figure perfectly, showing just the right amount of cleavage and displaying her long legs.
"We are good to go, don't you think?" Kankuro opened the door for her, as she smiled and strutted in her stiletto heels.
The music boomed in their ears, as Shikamaru held his beer in his hand.
"It's really nice in here," Ino smiled as her eyes darted around from face to face. "I heard that this is a hangout for a lot of famous people."
"Don't talk like you're not famous, Ino," her friend rolled her eyes; her pink hair was short, as her jade eyes stared around. "All the people are like really hot in here."
"Don't drool all over my dress, forehead," she nudged her friend in the ribs, only to receive a slap on her bare back. "Ouch!"
He chuckled at the scene as he took another sip from his glass of beer. Chouji was munching on the complimentary buffet from afar; the techno music was way too loud for his taste.
He took a look at the girls sitting next to them at their table and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Ino arched an eyebrow, as he started to move away.
"I needed a break," he stood up and walked away.
The club was jam packed, as he cascaded in between gaps between men and women, exchanging glances with numerous zealous men and flirty, winking women, he managed to find a space where he could take a deep breath.
As he turned around, his hands crashed into something… soft?
Caught off guard, his beer spilled all over on whatever he bumped into in the dark, as the light flickered, he thought he was dreaming when a hand flew across and contacted his face.
SMACK.
He found himself pressing onto his face.
He is not drunk enough for this.
"What the fuck?" He glared angrily, as he stared into the eyes of whoever slapped him.
It was a pair of angry, shining green eyes; their colour changing with the flickering lights of the dance floor.
"Serves you right, pervert," the woman's voice was angry as if hell had descended upon him.
He blinked and looked harder. "Oh fuck."
He saw this face somewhere.
To be exact, in the movie theatre earlier.
He found himself face to face to one of the hottest movie star at the moment, and he just spilled beer all over her chest.
As if his day was not troublesome enough.
Author's note:
Because I am an impatient author who can't wait to finish my old stories before starting a new one hahaha
Anyway, this story is going to be funny and dramatic (I have written so much heartbreaking thing so I am going to go on comedy for a change :3)
I hope you enjoy the story! Read and review xoxo
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