It was just another regular day at the Piggly Wiggly store, Naruto and Sakura lay around lazily in Sasuke's office scarfing Pringles, while owner of said office watched on in revulsion.

Letting out a burp Sakura tossed the last empty Pringle container into the bin, and then continued to join Naruto, who was lying down face-first on the floor.

"Congratulations you guys," Sasuke smiled mockingly. "You've just eaten your entire body-weight in Pringles."

Taking no notice of their cynical onyx eyed boss and rolled over to face Naruto.

"What's your favourite flavour of Pringle? Sour Cream and Onion or Original?" "Well…" Naruto paused as he struggled to pull himself up onto his elbows, his very full stomach complaining all the way. "If I'm looking to eat a small amount, say half a can, I'd go for Sour Cream and Onion because it's got a stronger flavour, right?"

Sasuke barely resisted throwing his paper weight at the idiotic honey-blonde boy as he enthusiastically went into his 'lecture mode'.

"But if I wanted to eat a whole can our more, like if I'm watching a movie or something, I'd eat Original. It's a cleaner flavour." Sakura 'ooohed' as Naruto nodded sagely, and Sasuke resisted strangling something, or someone.

Uh oh, sarcasm begging to be unleashed…contemptuous and bitchy comments itching to be said…must not…piss off…delightfully delectable and delicious blonde…who occasionally…lacks brain cells…resist urge…resist urge…!

"Aah Naruto, wait until you discover barbeque flavour…You'll finally become a man!"

D'oh!

Naruto glowered at a regretful Sasuke, "Why you…!"

Thankfully for our scrumptious Sasuke, Sakura saved the day.

Not that Sasuke was thrilled with the subject of the conversation change.

"But that's so like Neji, don't you think?" Naruto quickly forgot about our fetching sable-haired guy and his disparaging comment at the mention of Neji.

"Saving the children? I know!" Naruto's sky-blue eyes went all misty and lovey-dovey, unknowingly causing his other best friend to get rather ticked off.

"Hey, our shifts over now so why don't we head down the bar to get a few drinks and play some darts?" Sasuke asked, praying to every god he could think of that the duo would stop talking about their favourite actor.

Kami-sama, if Naruto goes all gooey over that pretty boy one more time I swear my eye's going to twitch so much it'll explode.

"So what is it I need to get to beat you?" Sasuke asked Naruto. "Two fourteens, bastard!" Naruto laughed; no way would Sasuke beat him. Sneering arrogantly Sasuke plucked two darts off the board, and then swaggered back so he could take aim. "Well that's not gonna be hard, dobe."

That oughta piss him off, hehehehe…he's just so damn appealing when he's mad!

"Anou sa, anou so! You're still losing bastard, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"Hnn." Was Sasuke's only reply as he concentrated on the dartboard, why did he agree to this stupid bet in the first place? He wasn't particularly good at darts, (at least not compared to his Naruto) and if h lost he'd have to by him and Sakura another round. Which meant he would have to talk to Temari. Oh, dear.

Sasuke raised his arm and was about to throw when-"Don't miss!" Sasuke turned to give Naruto a DeathGlare™ who in turn just smirked happily.

"Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss Don'tmiss!"

Sasuke cringed and turned away from the dartboard. "Are you actually doing that?" Naruto nodded and giggled at the amused/annoyed look on Sasuke's face. (Not that Naruto ever giggled, he gave a manly chuckle. That's all.)

After many attempted shots and interruption on Naruto's behalf Sasuke managed to get his two shots, but lost anyway! Which meant…

"Temari?" Sasuke called as he leaned over the bar. The crashing of a glass was heard as Temari rushed over to Sasuke, when he was insight she quickly slowed down and continued to walk with an obvious sway in her hips.

"Yes, Sasuke-sama?" Temari purred breathlessly. "What is the object of your desire?" She flipped her hair and leaned over the bar towards him, showing ample cleavage in the process.

Oh my God. What is with this woman?

Clearing his throat Sasuke edged away a little, "Another round, thanks Temari."

Temari in return edged even closer to the poor raven haired man, fixing him with a burning stare. "One day Sasuke," she said huskily, "One day I know that the answer to that question will be 'You Temari. You are the object of my desire.'"

"….." Sasuke inwardly gagged.

"…oookay…but for now, I think I'll just go with the beers, alright?"

With one last smouldering look Temari put their drinks down on the table, and then walked away, hips still swinging provocatively.

As soon as she was out of ear shot Sakura and Naruto cracked up, earning them a DeathGlare™ each from a humiliated Sasuke. Still snickering, Naruto turned to Sasuke, and then pulled his startled boss so their faces were just inches away from each other. Putting on a sensuous raspy voice Naruto moaned, "You Sasuke, you are the object of my desires." Then promptly burst out laughing again, leaving a somewhat stunned Sasuke, who's heart was pounding erratically, who's breath was coming rather short, and due to that stupid alluring idiotic and his stupid arousing performance.

Oh kami-sama…how long must I go on like this? Damn you Naruto, when we're finally together I'm going to punish you for all those wicked tings you've done. Mmmm…punishment…

Whatever Sasuke had planned for his, ahem, 'punishment' it was highly probable it would involve strawberries and whipped cream. Possibly chocolate also.

Still sniggering over the 'Temari incident' Sakura and Naruto piled into Sasuke's car, who was, once again, the designated driver. It wasn't until they got half way down Naruto's street when they realise something was up.

Sakura tugged at Naruto's sleeve, "Hey Naruto-chan, what's up at your place?"

Naruto furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "If that damn fire alarm went off again…"

Sasuke had a sudden sinking feeling.

"Why would they send a camera crew for that?"

Sakura and Naruto screamed, screeched, shouted, shrieked, squawked, wailed, bawl and bayed, bellowed, cheered, hollered, roared, whooped, and yelled!

Meanwhile Sasuke brooded, frowned, gloomily glowered, he griped, grumped, scowl, and pouted. Sullenly, of course.

Naruto.

His Naruto.

HIS Naruto!

HIS Naruto!

HIS Naruto.!

HIS Naruto!

…was…was…was going on a DATE with that stuck-up, aloof, arrogant, condescending, egotistical, hoity-toity, ostentatious, overbearing, patronizing, pompous, pretentious, snooty, snotty, stuck-up, uppity MOVIE STAR.

That WEASEL of a man was going to DATE his Naruto, quite possibly KISS his Naruto, what if he…what if he…touched…NO!

Nobody, nobody, NOBODY was ever going to touch his Naruto, ever!

No Hollywood actor was going to sweep in and take advantage of the sweet, innocent and naïve Naruto.

Never.