Barbie Is Stupid…
A/N: First of my part of stories on me and my friend Tia's (Google Gajin's) joint account called seethroughglass. I'm not—never mind. I really need to work on my AU stuff, so this will be AU. And, as usual from me, it's going to be SasuSaku!
Hey, Forehead-girl
Yeah
What's it like working with—
Terrible
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Barbie Is Stupid…
Chapter One
Because She Gets Jobs She Wants
"Please! You don't even understand how much I need this job!"
Welcome to Maple Leaf Mall, located about…I don't know, right in the middle of downtown Konoha, in the epicenter of life, the holder of all teenage life.
"No. You're too ordinary."
In a store, right in the middle of the mall in the middle of downtown Konoha, in the epicenter of the epicenter of life, the holder of the holder of all teenage girl dreams, there was a monstrous line. Everyone wanted a job at THE Modeling Agency.
"Pretty please!"
"Red that color does not photograph well….
The line to the doors swerved out of the glass, and around corners, and even out of the shiny see through glass of the mall. Girls ages fourteen to twenty three (maybe a few straggling middle-agers) were all contained in the line that went about a thirty-seventh of a mile every ten minutes, and maybe a tad bit slower than a turtle on steroids.
Next!"
An irritated, old, scratchy voice yelled over all the impatient groans of the tired girls, and with that announcement, the line moved about a centimeter forward, and another girl's dream was moved about seventy billion light years backward. A crying, obviously starved to death, redhead scuttled out of the doorways of Sharigan Modeling Agency, her heavily rimmed black glasses fogged with her tears.
Yamanaka Ino, naturally blonde, naturally bubbly, naturally contradicted, naturally fit, naturally beautiful with natural blue eyes, stared at the wailing girl who ran to all of her ugly friends without a single hint of apathy in her baby blue eyes. "That's atrocious. I wish she would get a room," She scoffed, flipping her lengthy hair out of her face. She normally wore it in a high ponytail, but, rumor has it, Sharigan likes long hair, especially if it's blonde.
"You're too fat! Next!"
Said girl's best friend, Haruno Sakura felt a pang in her heart. It was one thing to say someone looked 'ordinary' but to call her fat. That's something most people can't control, even if it's really their fault for being far too lazy. According to her studies, most people start their overeating habits by watching their parents, facing a life threatening moment on your own, or seeing the death of a dear one and crashing into depression. Food was their comfort, and however unhealthy, the girl could understand.
Sakura sighed. "That's mean, Ino. She just got her dreams crushed."
"Forehead-girl," Ino started, "she sounds like a breaching whale."
Sakura couldn't help but laugh at that, mostly because it was true. She'd never heard a sob so ugly.
Minutes later, though it felt like hours, the line had finally started moving (maybe the judges were nexting groups of girls at a time?), and Ino and Sakura had gotten close enough to the modern store to see the jury. There were five of them, old, and wrinkling, two, young and fresh, one, and middle-aged and (hopefully) understanding two. Upon laying her bright blue eyes on the youngest judge, Ino gripped her friend's sleeve desperately, her boy-crush-in-process face forming.
"Saaaaa-kuuuuu-raaaaa," She pestered, poking the girl's shoulder until it flashed red.
The studious girl was too busy texting her Mom about how tiring this was, and how she was only doing this because Ino had literally dragged her here to notice dark, obsidian eyes shying away from the brunette in front of him now, and grazing over to her.
He told himself he was just glancing, just glancing at the girl texting on her pink Sidekick 3 with the soft, touchable curve of her hips, smooth, slightly tanned porcelain skin, angelic face, plump, kissable, pink lips, bright, hypnotizing green eyes, and exotic, flowing pink hair. Interrupting Weston's final decision—he was the man-in-charge and one who decided the girls' fates—the teenager caught Sakura's eye and pointed.
"I want her."
Sakura's eyes widened and she almost dropped her phone. Did she just—was it—
"Holy shit, Sakura! That stud-muffin from the commercial on MTV just said he wanted you!" Ino practically screamed in her ear.
She couldn't believe it, and she sure as hell didn't want to. Sakura didn't want to do this! She was moral support for her friend and that was it! She didn't want to be all over the TV, known as that girl who was with Sharigan. She wanted to be a happy wallflower, not a buzzing bee.
"You, with the pink hair, come," Mr. Wallaby drawled, raising his pencil-holding hand up and gesturing for her to come forward, to the judging table. The other girls still ahead of her glared evilly at her, some even dared to hiss as she and Ino, who still refused to unlatch herself from her best friend' s arm, walked down the path the other model hopefuls unconsciously prepared.
It was like walking on Death Row.
Suddenly, they stopped. Well, not so suddenly, seeing as she ran into the table, knocking Judge #4's coffee mug over and onto his stark white dress shirt. Her face flashed bright red, the chant Oh shit, oh shit, oh motherfucking shit running through her mind on repeat.
Eyes analyzed her, making her feel more than uncomfortable, especially toward the end, when smoldering dark eyes landed on hers, boring into her soul. On normal occasions, her heart would pop out of her chest in embarrassment, but, unfortunately, that already happened when she ruined Wallaby's shirt.
The stud from the commercial nodded to what looked like the man in charge, just going by the commanding aura spewing from his pores, and when he nodded, everybody else did.
Ino groaned lowly, just loud enough for Sakura to hear. "What a bunch of Yes Men."
"I don't like your hair." The youngest at the table deadpanned, staring directly at Sakura.
"Me neither."
"Atrocious."
"No style whatsoever."
"What an ugly color—" Mr. Wallaby scorned, only to get a sharp glare from the teen judge.
Through a tight jaw, he corrected. "The color is fine."
"Yeah, Wallaby, what's your problem?"
"The color is cute."
"Adorable."
Sakura glanced nervously to her friend, her eyes mirroring all of the apprehensive and uncomfortable vibes jumping around in her head. This was crazy.
After all the agreeing with commercial boy ceased, he turned back to Sakura. "Cut it. Come back tomorrow and we have a shoot."
Ino cleared her throat, casting attention to her. "Um, about that, I don't think I can cut my hair."
"I wasn't talking to you."
"Yeah, not talking to—"Wallaby started, only to get a hand shoved over his mouth.
Sakura almost laughed, until she saw her friend's usual quick remark never come. That only meant one thing; Ino has officially been shot down.
The roseate placed a hand on her hip, and glared directly at the teen judge. "If you want me to be in your agency, you're going to have to accept Ino, too. I don't do anything without her, and she's the reason I'm here, 'cause, newsflash, I could really careless about being all over TV and drooling over you, okay, commercial boy?"
"I don't believe he got us kicked out the mall." Sakura huffed, plopping on her couch the next day, though she was still complaining about it. The dark haired mystery boy had simply smirked at her, looking like he was about to accept her offer, but then he called security and actually had both she and Ino kicked out. Literally, there's a footprint on the back of her jeans.
Her blonde best friend sighed, flipping on the TV. "Yeah, the mall usually invites me in, not kick me out. We should sue."
Sakura laughed. "What're we suing for? Unlawfully staining very nice jeans with unlawfully dirty, muddy, security guard boots?"
"Yes." The Yamanaka deadpanned, placing the remote carefully on her friend's coffee table, and elegantly crossing her legs as she sat on the couch with a royal air. Sakura giggled at Ino's antics, before her attention was diverted to the bright lights of the television. Commercial breaks were boring, but you had to deal with them.
A flash of white filled the screen before it dissipated into the familiar food court of Maple Leaf Mall, and two girls were sitting at a table, pathetically dressed. 'Oh, my god, Becky, school's almost here, and I don't have any new clothes' one complained, throwing her arms dramatically in the air. Becky, the other girl, sighed, 'Me either, Emmy. I wonder what we can do here besides wish we had new clothes for school. I can't find anything'. The food court gasped simultaneously, them all turning to the two sulking girls. Together they chanted, 'What do you mean you can't find anything'. Then, the camera panned around the entire mall, stopping for a spit second at Journeys, Aeropastle, Abercrombie & Fitch, GAP, and Hot Topic. When the camera finished panning everywhere, it zoomed in to the front of the mall, the sign 'Maple Leaf Mall' visible, as well as the two girls, Becky and Emmy hands full of bags, and the infamous commercial boy with his arms around their shoulders, a smirk on his face. The girls laughed, 'Maple Leaf Mall' and the teen kissed Becky, long enough to get any girl's heart racing, and then he said in a super irresistible voice, 'Find everything your heart desires'.
Ino gasped. "That could've been us, Sakura. I could've been Becky, getting major smooches!"
"That's disgusting, Piggy-chan," Sakura mumbled, changing the channel. She hated guys like that, and even she could admit, a soon-to-be junior yet to have her first kiss, could tell something was off about it. Rolling her green eyes, she continued. "I mean, that looked so lacking in passion that I bet he's gay."
Ino was incredulous. "What?! That was like, two seconds away from having too much tongue for French people! It was almost too youthful for—"
From the front foyer, Ms. Haruno called. "Girls, you have mail!"
Strawberry Top and Banana,
Saturday 12:30.
P.S.: I don't answer stupid questions so don't call me asking what that means.
Uchiha Sasuke
A/N: Enjoy it? Yeah, you had better have! Lol, um, so, I hope Sasuke isn't too OOC, I'm not so good at his character, but practice makes perfect, no? This is written by me, NaruBaby2496, so if you recognize a writing style or whatever, don't freak. It's my and my friend Tia's (Google Gajin's) joint account.
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Anyway,…I hope you liked the first chapter and as always with me, this is an experiment.
OH! Any other reasons you could think of why Barbie is Stupid would gladly be taken!
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~NaruBaby2496