Hello! See, if people keep reviewing often I post daily. How many people update daily?! Not many i'd say. Anyway, this is in Sakura's POV so now you guys get an idea of what was going through her head through all this. Maybe it's the complete opposite of what you guys thought. In all my other stories Sakura is always somewhat serious... so it was a change. I hope you guys enjoy it :D I don't ever plan anything. The plot to these stories just come to me as I write. So maybe that's why their so random. I hope you guys like it anyways.

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Well then on with the story :D

Disclaimer: I will sadly, never own Naruto and all of its genius.

Chapter 3: Tyra Banks, Lies, and a Transformer?
X.x.X
Everybody gets a little lost, sometimes
When you feel your time is running out
You know your love has stalled
When you feel alone and dreams from your younger years
Are telling you what's gone
Then ask yourself why people fall apart
'cause they don't realize that something just ain't right
When you lay down on your pillow at home tonight
You got to realize your holding on to something that ain't right
X.x.X


(Sakura s POV)
I've always been very calm and collected, it takes a lot to really irritate me, and I'm one of the most honest people you will ever meet.

I'm just kidding about the calm and collected thing. I'm actually always nervous and scared about practically everything. I just like naturally put up this front that makes it seem that i'm so cool. I've lost a lot of friends and potential boyfriend material like this.

I'm basically the ugliest person alive. I don't have the highest self esteem. I don't even have a drop of self esteem. Everything I do is to make my own life more comfortable. I don't live for anyone. My parents are dead, I have no siblings, no boyfriend, no pets, my life is basically pathetic. I have no life, no sex life, nothing. I'm 23 by the way, I thought that was useful information to give.

If your best friend is your cat, you already have more of a life that I do.

At least you have a friend.

If you're a shut in then I surprisingly have more of a life than you. Other than that, I'm a sad, sad person.

Am I depressed? Surprisingly, no.

Even though my life sucks, I'm a very positive person, believe it or not.

Did I tell you that I lie a lot?

I'm not a positive person, I think I'm a compulsive liar though, but, from now on I promise to tell the truth.

I'm not lying or am I?

I'm really not.

I'm quite the gal huh?

How about my hair and forehead? Have I told you about those repulsive qualities? No?

Good. You don t need to know.

I'm just joshin'

I'll tell you. Whoever 'you' are.

My forehead is giant. Like GIANT. Its pink. My hair, not my forehead. It's long and pink. I tried to dye it once. It seems it has this amazing ability to repel any type of hair dye.

Awesome huh? Not really.

Anyway, so the most exciting thing that s happened to me since I discovered I was going through puberty in 6th grade was getting this job at Thyme4food, the local grocery store.

Puberty was like a Christmas present to me. It was when you could finally tell I was becoming a woman and not a young man. I had boobs!

Boooooobs. You wouldn't mistake me for a little boy with pink hair anymore.

I'm a girl with feelings for gods sake. I'm not a little foreign boy just because I have pink hair, and was flat chested. I bloomed, and looky! Boobies!

I'm very childish, but again, no ones actually gotten close enough to me to know this.

My disguise is very effective. I think I do this because people would be pretty shocked by how I really am. I shouldn't care since there's basically no one in my life, but whatever.

It was my first day working here. It was very exciting. I guess there was a problem with this job, because, they had fired the past 50 employees for a simple job at a check out isle. I thought it was a joke. If it is...

I don't get it.

Anyway, they were willing to pay me $20 an hour. That's pretty ridiculous.

I expected $7.50, minimum wage. So of course I took the job! Whatever was so scary or challenging about this position, I was totally up for it.

First day on the job and I got this snazzy smock thingy and a sweet nametag that said my name.

I was assigned my isle. The cursed isle, they called it. So there I was, chillin'

Time to put up my facade.

Transformation (im not gonna turn into a transformer)
Stand up straight.
Smile with my eyes (Tyra Banks status)
Lock in my inner child.

Done.

Here comes my first customer. If I had gum, I would have choked on it.

This guy comes to my isle right? You following me? He's just looking down, I can't see his face but he has I don't know how many tomatoes. It has to be at least 25 of them.

What kind of weird obsession is that?

So then, he kinda slowly, and shyly looks at me, but what was amazing were his eyes.

His gorgeous, deep, obsidian eyes. It's like they were a never ending pool of...

Amazingness.

I tried staring as far into his eyes as possible. I could easily get lost in them.

"Did you find everything you need?" I cheerfully asked him. Damn I'm good.

My voice didn't even waver. It was hard not to stutter though.

After I asked, this beautiful man, this... this SEX GOD, just kind of looked at me with a half surprised, half puzzled look.

His head was tilted to the side a bit, and his brows were furrowed in confusion. It was so cute! I'm sure he got that often, I shouldn't harass him.

"Yeah." He replied hesitantly.

I rang up his 30 tomatoes that he slowly placed on the moving..what's that thing called? The moving contraption thing.

"That'll be $7.80." I said smiling.

He kept looking at me strangely with those gorgeous eyes. He dug into his pocket and handed me a crumpled 10 dollar bill.

"Out of ten?"

"Yeah."

One of the things I notice most about guys are their hands. If their big and manly their that much more attractive in my eyes.

Could this guy even be more attractive?

I pushed some buttons, and pushed the button that made the cool 'dinging' noise. I took out his exact change of $2.20.

"Here's $2.20, have a nice day and I hope to see you again."

Oh my GOSH. I just said 'I' hope to see you again, I meant to say we!

WE god dammit. He seemed preoccupied with something because he didn't seem to notice my seemingly small mistake.

"Hn." is all he said, it's not even a word, but, whatever. He grabbed his bag of 30 fucking tomatoes and slowly walked towards the exist.

Wowzers. Talk about eye candy eh?

As I attended customers, I couldn't stop thinking about the sexy sex God. It was just one of those crushes I got. Just lust you know?

Like 20 minutes had passed and just as I was asking my customer if he had found everything he needed, I spotted the sex God. He was drenched in water. He looked sexy.

OMGSH. Did he come to see me again? I'm pathetic.

It's just hopeful thinking.

He walked to the third isle, I guess to look at the candy.

As soon as I finished attending this old lady I saw him leaving. What if he needed something? I'll ask him, just to hear his angelic voice.

"Oh, hello sir. Did you need something else?" I asked him.

With his curious look he said:

"Um,yeah, how much are the tomatoes?"

What the hell. He just bought like two months worth of tomatoes.

"But sir, didn t you just buy 30 tomatoes?"

I waited for his reply. All I wanted to hear was more his words. I think I could get passed the tomato obsession.

I got SO much more.

It was like something you see on Baywatch before the slow motion running, although, now that I think about it, he sure would look hot doing that.

He s l o w l y reached down, grabbed his shirt and began pulling it over his head. I'm sure it wasn't that slow, its just that, that's how it registered in my mind. It was right out of a porn video I had made in my mind... that's strange isn't it.

My eyes were just eating up his defined muscles, his six pack, his chest, his arms, I just drank it all in.

As soon as he got the shirt over his head, I pried my eyes off of his yummy body and stared straight into his eyes again.

I almost declared my love for him. I'm only kidding, love is too much. I don't fall in love easily. I was just infatuated.

Instead of telling him how he had totally brightened up my entire life, the facade took over.

"No shoes, no shirt, no service." I said, and just like that I turned and faced the next customer.

Why am I such a FUCKING idiot?


I really hope you guys liked it :D Please review. The song was Lost in Love by The Sounds. Btw, if the format or something is weird, im sorry, i tried fixing it but it kept going back..