Lights. Camera. Damn you shitty morning.

Sasuke's PoV

Mornings had always felt like hell for me. It was crappy, and tiring, and just plan horrible. But when I heard the news that I was going on set for another movie and I could meet Naruto again, my mood changed drastically.

That damned Itachi noticed too.

"Little brother, you're brimming with happiness." He stated, and I held in the urge to beat him to a pulp.

I decided to ignore the annoying walking figure and poured myself a cup of coffee to lift up my now brought down spirit. Sipping on the elegant fragrance relaxed my tense figure, and I sighed in bliss. My phone buzzed, and I was alerted that it was related to work, so I picked it up.

"The hell do you want?" I said into the speaker.

"As mean as ever, I see, Sasuke!" The cheerful voice of my manager greeted. I replied with a 'hn' and waited for him to explain why he was calling me.

"I'm going to pick you up soon. The folks participating in the movie you're being in is holding a meeting to introduce yourselves and warm up to each other. I'm bringing you." Kakashi explained, and just ended the call.

I slammed my phone down.

"I sense a social meeting." Itachi snickered.

I dashed upstairs, just to look back at the man.

"Shut up!"

I started preparing myself pleasurely slow. By soon, Kakashi meant like an hour or two, so it didn't matter if I put on my clothes one minute each article. After deciding on the outfit Naruto picked for me during the interview, I strolled downstairs to wait for Kakashi. Me and Itachi lived in an average single family house; three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and the normal stuff.

My father and mother passed in a car accident, and truth be told, I hadn't fully accepted that fact yet.

Finally, Kakashi arrived with a vacant limousine. Or so I thought.

As soon as I entered the backseat, I was bombarded with the tense and awkward atmosphere I had with Naruto. So I turned slowly to who sat beside me; not across, not diagonal, but freaking beside (and too close!) to me.

I glared at Kakashi who was sitting opposite me.

"I saw him walking, and decided to pick him up. I called Naruto up for this movie." Kakashi said, peering up from his book (you know what type of book it is ).

I sighed, scooting away from Naruto. He shot me a pained look, but I ignored it. That was probably the worst thing, and the hardest thing to do. He looked down at his hands, and heaved a huge sigh.

"Maybe I shouldn't be here…I never did hotshots…I don't plan to…" Naruto started mumbling, and I had no idea how to stop him. I looked over at Kakashi for help, but he deliberately acted oblivious to the blond's self-doubt.

"Shut up, moron."

Now I said it! He's going to hate me forever. I mentally had a break down. Deciding to take a peek at Naruto's reaction, I was genuinely surprised. He was making a sour face, probably to stop himself from complaining. His cobalt eyes darted from me to his hands and back. I sighed. It was impossible for me to deal with these types of people.

"Calm down, idiot. The first impression is always the key." I said, with nothing else to say.

He shot me a nervous grin, before taking a deep breath. "You're right. Thanks, Sasuke."

That moron's mind isn't normal at all! Kakashi shot us a questioning glance, but said nothing. He shouldn't say anything. The ride to the studio was quiet, but this time, it wasn't as awkward as before. Naruto had music, I had my phone, and Kakashi, you know, his book.

The limousine halted in front of a huge studio. Naruto was gaping at its outside beauty, and I was inwardly gaping at Naruto's beauty. Don't mind me.

"Hey, Kakashi, you guys are awesome people!" Naruto exclaimed, literally bouncing up and down. I slapped his head, and he looked at me in annoyance. "What do you want, bastard?"

"You to shut up." I replied in my icy tone.

Kakashi suddenly burst in," How about a kiss to stop me?" He suggested.

It was Kakashi's turn to get a slap on his head.

The three of us entered the massive studio, and Naruto started inching closer to me every second. Not like I minded. As we entered a spare room, I was blasted with a very loud voices. You know how I hate loud people. Except Naruto.

I cringed back from the crowd, and escaped to the corner. Naruto followed me and Kakashi dragged us back. All eyes were on us now, but it was quiet, so, oh well.

Naruto broke the silence.

"Uh, hi, famous people. I'm just a makeup artist, so just ignore me and go on with what you were doing!" He laughed, scratching the back of his head.

Nobody started talking again.

"Well, I'll just reject this job, then!" Naruto started sprinting towards the door, but I clasped my hand down on his shoulder and squeezed hard.

Giving him my signature smirk, and crazy glare, I stated, "You don't want to leave me alone, don't you?"

Naruto visibly shivered when he got caught into my glare.

"Naruto! I didn't know you were here!"

I turned around to see a person the same height as me with mob of messy brown hair and friendly look. Naruto spotted the stranger, and suddenly attacked him.

Or hugged him.

Oh how was I jealous.

Naruto's PoV

"Naruto! I didn't know you were here!"

I looked around Sasuke's body and spotted Kiba. My eyes started tearing up, and I attacked him into a hug.

"Whoa, calm down boy. What's wrong?" Kiba laughed, patting me on the back.

"I was so scared! I didn't recognize anyone here! I'm so glad!" I shouted, hugging him tighter.

Kiba decided that was too long of a hug and pried me off.

"You look like you know someone." Kiba pointed at Sasuke.

"Sasuke? Yeah, I'm just his makeup artist." I answered, finally letting go of Kiba. "Kind of a long story."

"Well, I'm here to hear it." Kiba chuckled.

Gosh, I was so relieved. But then I found a murderous atmosphere behind me, and I slowly turned to Sasuke. His eyes were glaring, not his usual glare, but a deadly serious one, and a frown was present on his face. I gulped, and slowly backed up behind Kiba. Kiba looked at me, confused.

"Good luck dealing with him, Kiba!" I muttered. "He's super mad for some reason."

Kiba looked between me and Sasuke.

"Who the fuck are you?" Sasuke growled, all his anger directed at Kiba.

"I'm his best friend. Leave him alone, hotshot!" Kiba shouted back.