[A/N] I do not own ANY characters of Naruto (and Naruto Shippuden). All rights for the characters go to the artist of Naruto: MASASHI KISHIMOTO. The plot, however, is what I created. I repeat, all characters of Naruto (and Naruto Shippuden) belongns to MASASHI KISHIMOTO. I do not own any of the characters.

Now, shall we get this movie started?

Lights. Camera. Action.

Five in the morning, the daily life of 19 year old Uzumaki Naruto begins.

Nine in the morning, the daily life of 21 year old Uchiha Sasuke begins.

Twelve noon, the fated two meets for Uchiha Sasuke's broadcast interview.

Naruto's PoV

I nervously played with my fingers. I was waiting for the infamous Uchiha Sasuke to walk into backstage. Excitement was boiling in my blood when I heard I was the makeup artist for the Uchiha Sasuke. His first movie rocketed his career into the showbiz world, and left all of the normal people in the dust, chancing after him.

My heart almost stopped when I spotted Uchiha Sasuke strolling into the room with his hands in his jean pockets.

He was gorgeous.

Okaaay, I might have a tiny celebrity crush on the actor, but I could easily forget about that, right?

His manager walked in after him. And he looked fucking suspicious with his scarf around up to his nose, covering half of his face. My boss scuttled in, and literally dragged me up, and forced me into a ninety angle bow.

"It's an honor to meet the Uchiha Sasuke!" My boss shouted, quite loudly next to my ear. I mumbled something around those lines and stood straight, playing with my bangs, not wanting to look Uchiha Sasuke in the eye. "This is Uzumaki Naruto, and he'll be your makeup artist for this episode!"

"Uh, um, nice to meet you…" I murmured, barely louder than a whisper.

I caught Uchiha Sasuke rolling his eyes, and my heart dropped like a rock.

"I'm this arrogant brat's manager, Hatake Kakashi. We'll be in your care from now on." The manager with snowy white hair and a lazy expression. He shot me a smile and I shot one back, my confidence growing.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself, even if my boss did. I'm Naruto, and I'll be in your care too!" I grinned, and beckoned both of them to a makeup table. "I'm usually very talkative, but I guess I'm just nervous that I'll say something wrong in front of, well, Uchiha Sasuke." I admitted, taking a glance at both of the men's expression.

I called over my coworker. "Sai, could you get me a leather jacket, a white V-neck tee-shirt, and black tight jeans for Mr. Uchiha. I'll need a white button-up shirt with rolled up sleeves, grey tight jeans, and a black tie for Mr. Hatake."

Sai nodded, and disappeared into a room.

I started applying makeup for Hatake Kakashi. First, I brushed his hair until it was fluffy and soft. And surprisingly beautiful. It didn't need to be tamed. I deemed that his face didn't require blush, but I lightly dusted his face just in case. Adding a light touch of mascara for his eyelashes, I unconsciously traced over his scar.

"I believe you do not want me to cover this up, Mr. Hatake?" I asked, pulling back my hand.

"Yes, I am sorry for you going through the trouble…" He replied.

"It's fine!" I cut him off. "I'm a makeup artist, I ask for opinions."

Then I gulped, nervousness returned when it was time to do Uchiha Sasuke. He had a bored look plastered on his face.

"I'll be starting now, Mr. Uchiha." I whispered, picking up the mascara. I gave him a bit more than Hatake Kakashi to bring out his beautiful onyx eyes. I pondered if I should use blush for him, but I decided against that. After all, Sasuke looked handsome when he didn't use any makeup naturally. I did his hair last. I knew that was bad, but I forgot about it til just now. His hair slipped through my fingers, it was unbelievably soft. I thought he used gel to get this hair to stick up like a duck-butt, but tough luck. I didn't apply gel, but I dampened his hair a bit.

After finishing Uchiha Sasuke, I asked the two of them to head towards the room Sai went into. Hatake Kakashi walked into the room, but Uchiha Sasuke lingered behind.

"Are you not pleased with your makeup, Mr. Uchiha?" I asked. I had never had a client displeased with his makeup, so I was nervous.

"Ah, no. I look great, as usual." With that smug comment, he stormed into the room.

I clutched my hands, anger seaming through me. Hatake Kakashi was right. He was an arrogant brat. After trying on the clothes I recommended and going with them, manage and actor headed out to do the interview. I was relieved that I wouldn't meet Uchiha Sasuke anymore, but…

After my part-time work at the cafe with my best friend Kiba ended, I started walking home, picking up the pace when light rain began to fall. Half way home, I spotted a black limousine parked next to the curb. I slowed down out of curiosity.

The limousine started slowly driving along with me as I sped up the pace.

"Is it a stalker?" I thought, my mind whirling.

A stalker with a limosine… yeah, right.

I slammed down my studio's door and tossed off my boots. Surprised, and relieved that the limosine drove away, I relaxed into my couch, thinking what I could have for dinner. Before getting up and preparing the ramen, the doorbell rang.

Sasuke's PoV

I can't believe I'm doing this. Don't blame me. That moron's sun-kissed hair and ocean blue eyes were the most colorful thing that occurred in my life. His nervousness was cute (I can't believe an Uchiha said cute!) and the way he treated us gently was overwhelming.

Before the door opened, a body slammed into me, causing me to tumble to the ground.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, moron?" I shouted.

The red-head glared down at me. "Who the fuck are you? It's kind of suspicious to find a man lingering outside of our studio."

"Brother! Welcome home." The beautiful blondie came out of the door. "What happened?"

"Your shitty brother just killed the hell out of me!" I growled.

Naruto looked down, and a blush blossomed on his cheeks. .

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Uchiha! My brother here, didn't realize you were one of my clients. Would you come in for some tea?" He stuttered.

"Who would want hot shot to come in?" His brother spat. "Shoo, shoo. We don't need you here."

I clenched my fists, attempting to suppress my anger, and keep being the cool person I am. Or what I look like outside.

"Whatever. I'm leaving." I retorted, slamming my fist into my pockets and storming off.

"Wait, Mr. Uchiha! Did you need something from me?" The blond shouted after me.

I ignored him, and slammed the limo's door close. I let out the breath I was holding in, and ran a hand through my raven hair. How did the brat and the brat's brother irritate me so much? It was unbearable. I cussed under my breath, and ordered Kakashi, my manager was driving, to take me home.

I wanted to see him again.