I was awaken by an annoying loudness coming from across the bed. Hazily, I tossed around to find the source of the noise, and found it way down my legs and grab my phone, that some how, got all the way to my foot.

I answered the call and despite the time, which is 5 in the morning, I rudely say, "What do you want?"

"Naruto!" A squeaky voice rung into my eardrums and I immediately recognise this voice. "Oh my god, have you heard the breaking news?"

"What? No! Sakura, do you know what time it is? It's barely sunrise." I said and swallow the urge to hang up. Seriously. Rule number one of being Sakura's friend; never hang up first. Or hell awaits.

She grunts. "You don't know? Sasuke Uchiha is having an autograph session at Konoha Mall this Thursday." She squealed and I moved my phone away from my ears to avoid any severe damages to my internal organs.

"Yeah, okay. That's good. Can I go to sleep now?" I quickly said when I get the point of this call.

"No, no wait! Aren't you gonna join me?"

My nostrils are flaring out of irritation, but calm myself down and bear this lunatic pink bitch. She's my best friend, but in some ways, I just can't deal with her annoyance.

"We've talked about this a billion times already, Sakura. No. I'm not a big fan of Uchiha." That really came out truthfully.

"Aww, come on." Sakura said in one of her girly, swet, yet manipulative voice.

"Look, I'm really sleepy, Sakura. Can we talk about this later?"

She paused for a while before sighing with an 'okay'. "But we're not done. Ino said she couldn't join me, so you need to be my company."

Yeah, I've dealt with this before. I'm this and I'm that, although, as the matter of fact, I'm actually the back up to all her last minute plans. I murmured a yes and blanked away almost immediately as soon as she hung up.

So, an autograph session, huh? From the one and only Sasuke freaking Uchiha.

I don't know why but I just don't really like that guy. I mean, yeah, he's tall and got the looks that slays, but in some unknown way, I really don't wanna look at his face.

But I think most guys feels the same way. Three years ago, after manly Sasuke came into the golden screen, every girls was swoon over. I mean, I can't even flirt with Hinata, now that she keeps a picture of a topless Sasuke in her purse and caries it in her notepad.

Sakura immediate fell head over heels for that Sasuke. She'd drag me along to the movies to watch the latest of him, and talked nonstop about him. Anytime now, my ears can drop off me.

Since the session is tomorrow, I brace myself for another phone call from Sakura and try to figure out an excise. But Sakura has been my friend since we were in diapers, my excuses stands no choice.

I reluctantly pick up my phone when it vibrates for the third time today, and my shoulders sagged when Sakura said, "I bought us two tickets for the session. Meet me at my house tomorrow at 8 and I'll let you drive my car."

I sighed and wished the clock isn't moving any faster. Evening passed quickly and all I did was stare at the TV while flipping through channels.

The very next morning, Sakura, usually the punctual one, wasn't leaning over her car as how I expected. I apped the front door of her apartment and the one opening wasn't the flushy pink cheeked girl I know. This one is hidiously pale and looking like a drug addict. I've never seen Sakura this way since she got a flu when we were in third grade.

"I can't make it," was the first thing she said.

I nodded weakly. But inside, I'm twirling like a man ballerina. "I see."

"Here, take this." Before I could muster a question, I was shoved a tote bag of what seemed to be posters and DVD's of Sasuke Uchiha. "You're gonna get his autograph for me."

"What?!" I half shouted. "No way. I'm not going."

"you owe me, Naruto. Remember what happened last weekend?" She arched an eyebrow and I grimaced.

Yes, I do remember what happened last weekend. I had to do a last minute project given to one of the most disliked lecturers in my classes and begged Sakura to do half of it. Now to think of it, I heavily regret telling her to do it all the way to the end, and I'll trade of something.

I scrunched my nose and sagged in defeat. "I can do your thesis next time. I swear."

"Nu uh. Take this ticket and bring me back an autograph." Sakura bossily said and slammed the door to my face before I could trade any possible thing I'm capable of doing. But with a ticket in my hand and a bag of Sasuke-based stuff, I think I don't have much of a choice.

I fished in the bag and felt something metal, only to bring out a collection of keys, and one of them is Sakura's car keys. I unlock her Mini Cooper and drive in an irresponsible face. Breaking almost every red flashes, I received hons from annoyed drivers around me and nearly got away with an officer. But, what else could defeat the worse of going to an idol's autograph session?

Unfortnuately, it took me only half an hour to reach the mall and entered solelessly. All these girls hovering in one group with their squeaky voices ringing the whole floor hints that I'm nearly there. We entered a hall, at the corner is a securely guarder area with poles making it a queue line starting. Since I was early, unfortunately, other people are earlier.

I stood in thebline, hovered with teenage girls in their best prostitute dressed,clivage everywhere. I was too busy being annoyed than having a boner after almost a hundredth times I got my body pressed with butts and round chests.

After what seemed to be eternity, I blinked and was rather surprised to have myself nearing the celebrity, who, although from a distance, is still annoyingly handsome and cocky. I was actually surprised there are even guys here, so I felt more like I belong to a group.

The girl behind me wasn't being patient and hadn't stopped pushing me in front, although I couldn't move on anywhere. She purposely wants to get in my line by getting beside me and making me confused. Bitch, you think I have no idea what you're scheming, huh.

Finally when it was my turn, the girl purposely pushed me and what it or not, I fell face first to the ground exactly in front of Sasuke.

I can hear sniggering coming from my back but I don't fucking care actually. I want to get this shit done and leave so I can spend the rest of my afternoon slaking in my apartment.

But, what's more embarrassing than to fell in a hidious way in front of an idol? I managed to make a poker face when I got back to my knees and I felt someone aiding me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I said, and pushed the person away, only to see Sasuke himself kneeling beside me. The girls went wild and my ears went dead.

"I'll get those." The actor said, as he picked up the fallen bag and the posters on the floor. I quickly brush him off, as polite as I could, but mostly I was pushing him from my way.

"No need. I just need your autograph, not your help." Did I just sound cruel. Well yes I did. After all, seeing him face to face doesn't change the disliking I hold on to.

Instead of replying, he grabs my wrist and turned to him, not really caring if I had my annoyed face on. "You're bruised."

"What?" I can't really hear him, since the girls are squeeling, some practically shouting their throats out while they get controlled by one of Sasuke's tall and well built bodyguards.

This Raven I dislike so much flicked my forehead and a sharp pain gushed somewhere around the spot. I winced, but it doesn't really hurt.

"Come with me." He said, and firmly grabs my handas i stumbled to stand up. Wherever he is bringing me, it better not be the police station. Seriously, rich people and their way of suing average lives are unimaginable. The girls screamed louder as I was dragged along with this unbelievable teme.

We entered a secluded place, far more quieter than outside with all the fans, and I was forced to get into a room, of what seemed to belong to Sasuke's.

He walked pass me and went to a cupboard and got out a pack of band-aid and some oil. When he turned around and saw me standing dumbfoundedly at the door, he grinned and practically ordered me to have a seat, which actually sounded more like, "Sit down."

I won't allow myself to get this guy intimidate and poke around with my pride to order around me, and scrunched my nose. "I just need your autograph, sir."

"It's Sasuke to you. Now have a seat and let me see your forehead." He impatiently said and patted the seat beside him. I rolled my eyes from the couch.

"Look, I just need,-"

The Raven quickly interrupts. "Do you prefer us standing up?" I pouted and still avoid from looking staight to his beautiful onyx eyes. They're beautiful, I hate to say that, but don't get me wrong. I'm not gay. It's just a man to man compliment, not the other way around.

I compelled myself to oblige and have a seat beside him, but far enough to plan my attack in case he tries something. He sighs and brings out a cotton wool and dipped it into the jar of oil.

"You may not see yourself right now, but there's actually red spots on your forehead." Sasuke said as he moved closer to me. I flinched back, defensively crossing my arms, but he ignored my angry look and pressed the cotton wool on my forehead forcefully.

"Ouch!" The pain finally reaching my senses.

"What's your name?" He said, his voice hinting his professionalism and expertise.

Should I lie? Really, he's creeping me out when he states at me while putting oil on my forehead. He brushed the locks from my face to get a better look at the bruise with a smile. Geez, what a weird guy.

"I'm Kiba."I decided to fake my identity by replacing it with my best friend, Kiba, the a time animal enthusiast.

Sasuke nods and continue his doing with cautious and dull gentle.

God, what dream is this? Tended by one of the most disliked celebrity. Should I accept his generously? I can't believe he left the whole crowd just to put ointment on my forehead. He's nice, but I still don't like this guy.

After he placed the band-aid on the bruised part on my forehead, I shook my head and growl at my hammering heart. "Thanks, uh, Sasuke. Look, I gotta have your autograph."

"No problem, anything else?" Sasuke said before he successfully throw the used cotton wool into a bucket of trash.

Do I need anything else? I take a while to think, in case I could cheer up Sakura from her flu with something surprising. Perhaps..."Can we take a picture? My best friend is a big fan, so yeah."

He smirked and nodded. Ugh, even his smirk is tantalizing, but it looked like it begs for my fist. I plastered a fake smile and grab out my phone. I hit the home button, but nothing appeared on the screen. After three attempts, the screen remained dark, I mentally slap myself for leaving my house with my phone half the lifespan. Also, I did spend a lot of time focusing on my phone when I was in the line.

Sasuke noticed this, and arched his perfectly shaped eyebrow. "What's the matter?"

I awkwardly laugh this off and throw my phone into the tote bag. "Uh, nevermind. My phone ran outta battery. So, yeah. Big deal."

He wasn't convinced when I let out another laugh. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"We can use my phone." Sasuke volunteered and pulled out his smartphone from inside his jacket. I shook my head vigorously. "No! No, it's okay, I don't mind."

"You wanna be in the picture?" Sasuke asked and I swear my heart skipped a beat. Does he mean...together? This sounds like he's giving me a special treatment for me. As a fan, I mean.

I shrug and he chuckled. "Come here." His large pale hands swarm its way around my shoulder and he raised the camera in a suitable angle that fits the two of us in the picture. Boy, if only Sakura was here to watch this.

He took a couple snaps, and I leaned in to check the result. I must say, I'm impressed with his photographic skills. I smiled and thanked him.

"No need. So, gimme your number."

"What?"

The Raven smeared one of his killer smile at me and I blushed. Wait, did he just asked for my number?

"Your number. So I can send you the photos." It took me one second to actually realize that a celebrity just asked for my number just to send me a bunch of pictures, and deep inside me fluttered like a mother hen. I made sure I speak the numbers out loud and clearly and with a few swipes on the screen, he's done. As soon as he finished with his private autograph sessions with me, the thought of Sakura tugging these posters to sleep lingered in my mind and I mentally laugh.

Once again, I thanked Sasuke and took the bag to leave. "Sorry for all the fuss, you know," I said, because I do feel like I flounder a lot. Especially that part when I fell in front of him.

Instead of joking about it, Sasuke offered me a reassuring smile and fix his eyes to me as he says, "Don't worry. People fall down some times."

I agree with that, only that I was pushed. The smile on my face is getting thicker and I made my move to head towards the exit. "I'll see you around then?" Said Sasuke.

See me again? What a dream. I'll be the one seeing him all the time in every commercial product. Before I left, we exchanged goodbyes and I went for good.

Despite my expectation, Sakura was unhappy because I didn't bought her souvenirs at the booth.

I wanted to tell her about what happened, but she was too busy scolding me for not buying her the Sasuke's latest Blue-Ray DVD, since the price was on discount. I then took a bus on my way home after she was done expressing her way to me.

The funny part is, what happened with the accident felt like a long time ago. Home isn't the perfect place for daydreaming and leisure. I have tons of laundry to deal with and the floor in the toilet isn't getting cleaner and made a cheap dinner. Bed was the last thing I'd see for the day, but when my phone chimed and came back to life, once again, charger is God.

I check all the latest feeds in Instagram and replied to emails and finally, I clicked to messages. Three columns below was an unknown number delivering some pictures, which I assume, is Sasuke.

I take a look at the photos and well, how magical. One for the ways to gain attention is by falling down, huh? I continue to stare at the picture and debated whether I should send these to Sakura or not. But when I was about to click the send button, a message chimed in and guess what.

It's Sasuke.