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7:45 arrive at venue, 8:00 on the red carpet. literally.

I hate my job.

Here's the thing: I'm one of three assistants to this mega-super popular actor, Sasuke Uchiha. Now, I know what you're thinking. Oh-em-gee, Sakura! You have THE dream job, why the hell are you complaining for?

Well, where should we start?

When I was interviewed for this fantastic job, the youthful young man showered me with compliments. Which was okay and a bit creepy but I ignored it. It was a quick and easy interview, and I only got the job because I wasn't freaking out over Sasuke. I mean, Mr. Uchiha, or Uchiha as I call him.

Fast-forward to today or as I like to call it: The Official Worst and Best Day of My Pink-Haired Life.

It's a big night in Sound, the entertainment capital in Fire Country. Artists, actors, and even models come to celebrate a year's success. The usual highlights include: ridiculous long speeches and jokes, embarrassing clips of the most successful, and of course, who came with whom.

As for me, an amazing assistant (who hates her job but does it wonderfully), I have to get Uchiha from his hotel to the venue. I must admit though, he does look dashing and his hair looks spikier than usual. His black pants perfectly tailored and dark blue dress shirt… okay wow, calm down Haruno. Sas—Uchiha is your boss and is so not your type. Wait—do I even have one?

I watched Uchiha during the little interviews. Most questions were about his new upcoming movie and rumoured girlfriend model, Karin. I've met Karin a few times and despite the gossip around town, she's pretty chill. She has her tempers but she's not Uchiha's type. Does he even have one? Plus, I've seen her making out hard with Suigetsu, a stunt-double.

The interview ended quick as I directed him towards the next one. Everything went smoothly, especially since all the questions are the same. I held back a laugh as Uchiha sounded identical to a broken record. I could see how bored he was so we moved to the media-photo section, and he seemed relieved once we got there.

As I'm fixing his loose collar, my mind froze (shut up, I was not fangirling!) at how close I was to his slight open chest. The cologne he wore was intoxicating and I could swear there was a smirk on his face. This could've meant my own stupid cheeks were pink at the sight. Okay, he's attractive but as I said, he's not my type. Lost in my train of thoughts, I didn't realize he had moved with me struggling in the back. I ended up following him to the mark as I saw a few flashes go off but it wasn't until questions that caught my attention.

Why didn't I let go and run away? Why is this happening to me?

I decided to hide behind him, hoping it was just their crazy, paparazzi minds seeing things. Because who on Earth would have crazy pink hair the same as mine?

"Sasuke! Who's that behind you?"

"Is she your date?"

"Have her stand right next to you, please!"

I'm going to get fired! Oh Kami, if I get out of this alive, I swear I'll go back to my studies and become a doctor or professional street fighter! But if Beyonce is looking for a new assistant, call me. If not, find me at my apartment, eating chocolate, crying while watching cartoons.

I straighten myself up, looking straight into Uchiha's eyes with fear that he was angry. I've only witness him angry once but it was over something stupid. He was arguing with his best friend, Naruto at that time. I couldn't hear exactly what they were talking about but it must've pissed him off bad.

"Sh—sorry, let me just go—"

As I begin to turn around, I felt a hand grab mine and again, stupid camera flashes. Have I mentioned how much I hate my job? Or that I'm going blind?

I turn to see it was Uchiha, with his stupid, stupid smirk on his face. He pulls me close, whispering in my ear. "It's fine. Just enjoy this."

I look at him confused. "You never take photos with your da—anyone."

"Be my first then," he said against my beautiful, pastel pink hair.

He smiled at me causing my legs to feel like jelly. I regained my posture and smiled back at him, before standing beside him in front of the cameras again. I could feel his strong arm wrapped around my shoulder, and then his hand traveled down to my waist. It had closed the space between us. I think I've died and gone to heaven.

Oh yeah, have I mentioned how much I love my job?

A/N: Happy Friday everyone! I hope you enjoyed this. I had fun writing it because I haven't written in first person in awhile (and I'm a sucker for celebrity!sasusaku). Also, thank you to those who answered my little question!