When I left the coffee shop, blond hair and blue eyes still floated round in my mind. The thought of Naruto stuck with me from the taxi ride to my job, and all the way to my director's chair. It made me angry that someone I had no desire to see again wouldn't let me have my peace of mind.

I sat impatiently in my not so comfortable chair, watching the scene before me, barely being able to stand the unimpressive acting before me.

This is the worst sex scene I've ever had to watch in my life. To make this even more painful, I'm not sitting behind a TV screen. I have a front row seat to a disastrous, unexciting, unconvincing...I don't even know what to call this…

"Cut!", I yell urgently into the microphone.

The two "lovers" get off of each other, and I can tell they both look irritated. I couldn't blame them. If I had to go through the same scene so many times, I would be angry too.

"I think we should all take a break"

The two actors sigh, and my assistant looks at me with uncertainty. I begin to stare off into space, wondering how the hell I was going to get through the day.

"Sasuke, are you alright?", she whispers.

I snap out of my daydream and face the doe eyed brunette. Her face showed general concern, and I tried my best to play things off as if nothing was wrong.

"I'm fine", I say dismissively.

She doesn't buy my bullshit. "You seem a bit out of it", she says softly.

"Shizune, there's no need to worry about me. Everything is fine, It's just been a long day"

She nods her head, showing complete understanding. "Yes, I agree. It seems like the actors are struggling to convey their passion for each other", she whispers.

I scoff. "Struggling is an understatement", I say impatiently. "I've seen porn with better acting than this"

I hadn't really thought about what I'd said, and the look of horror on her face told me that I had said something a little too blunt...again. It's just in my nature to be direct about my opinion.

"Sasuke!", she raises her voice.

"I'm telling it like it is. They really need to give it their all", I say demandingly. "This scene needs to be perfect, and we're not going to stop until it reaches my expectations"

She nods her head softly, before speaking again. "I think you're stressed out. Is there anything I can get you?"

Shizune's the best assistant I've ever had. She's smart, loyal, obedient, and never screws up any of my orders.

"A bottle of water would be nice", I murmur.

She walks away without saying anything, and everyone around me is either conversing with one another, arguing with one another, or scarfing their faces at the snack table. I love this job, but I hate it too.

I look over at the bed the actors were "making love" in, slowly getting angrier as I thought about how horrible things were going. They have no passion for each other whatsoever. He's not holding her like he loves her, and she's making the fakest sex noises I've ever heard. How in the world are we ever going to get through this scene?

I begin to envision the way the scene is supposed to look, but somehow I end up switching the female actor with an obnoxious, short, blond man. I wonder if he's ever had sex before. Perverted thoughts creep into my mind, and my imagination begins to run wild. Knowing him, he's probably extremely loud...and every inch of his skin must be flawless. I see him lying on the bed wearing absolutely nothing with his legs spread apart. His eyes are so blue and wide...I bet they practically bulge out of his head when he's getting penetra-

"Here's your water, sir", she says as she holds out the refreshment.

"Thank you"

I take a few sips and hand it back to her. She places it on the table, and looks back at me.

"Is there anything else I can get you?"

I swat my hand at her, signaling her to go away. "Not now, you should go check on the actors and see if they're okay"

I didn't really need her to do that, but I wasn't in the mood for her to be around. I needed to be left alone.

"I will report back to you as soon as possible", she says as she walks away.

I can't help but stare at her rear end as she makes her way to the two actors. Naruto's butt is rounder and bigger than that...and he's a boy.

I watch her consult with the actors, whose frustrations are clearly shown as they take their anger out on her. Poor girl, she's only doing her job...and I have another three hours before I can send everyone home.

The day ended on a sour note. We'd gotten through the sex scene, but the actors started to get moody, the camera men started slacking, and even Shizune was getting cranky. She rarely ever got cranky.

"Cut!", I shout into the microphone.

I can see everyone sigh in relief, which I found to be a total pain in the ass. If anyone should be relieved it's me. I've been yelling into a microphone for the past seven hours.

"We'll finish this up tomorrow. I want you all to get some rest"

I get out of my chair, grab my things, and head out the door in under ten minutes, but when I get outside, I see an unfortunately familiar face.

What the hell is she doing here? I thought she never wanted to see me again. Why would she be waiting outside of the place I work at?

"Sasuke", she says in her typical monotone voice.

"What a surprise", I say unenthusiastically.

"Yeah, I know", she says dryly. "I was in the recording studio, and then I heard you were back in Manhattan", she begins. "I called your brother just to see if it was true"

"And I'm guessing he said too much considering the fact that you know where I work and when my shift ends"

She narrows her eyes at me, and keeps a straight face. "What? I can't say hi to my ex boyfriend?"

Her voice still lacks emotion, and I was beginning to wonder what her motives were. "We didn't end on the nicest terms", I say impatiently. "We haven't talked in over a year either...I'm just baffled that you would even want to have a face to face conversation with me"

"I've been wanting to talk to you for a while", she murmurs.

Her honey brown eyes show a strange kind of genuineness, and her purple hair looks an odd shade of indigo in the moonlight. Nothing has changed about her at all. She's still drop dead beautiful, and is still the same mystery I failed to solve even when we were together.

"You should go home", I say dismissively.

The words don't seem to affect her. In fact, I'm sure they went in one ear and out the other.

"Don't act like you don't want to talk to me"

There was an unexpected change of voice that I wasn't expecting from her. It wasn't like her to show emotions, let alone, raise her voice.

"I've had a long day. I'm tired", I say dryly.

"There's a bar right across the street. Don't you want to at least end the day with a drink?"

She knew my weakness. It was hard for me to say no to a drink. Back when we were together, we'd bond by staying at a bar until it was dangerously late.

"I shouldn't be drinking...but after the day I've had", I say as I stare across the street and at the small, but clearly popular, bar. " I wouldn't mind a drink or two"

"I'll pay for both of us if you want. My treat"

I snort. "Have you really forgotten?"

She raises a dark eyebrow at me. "I thought you'd grown out of that 'I'm so rich that I don't want you paying for me' phase", she says mockingly. "But I guess it's just become a part of who you are"

I ignore the obnoxious comment, and I swear I saw something that resembled a smile. It was one of the most captivating things I'd seen all day. I could barely make her smile when we were together.

"Let's go", I say impatiently.

"So what have you been up to?", she asks without much curiosity.

"The usual. Sitting in a chair all day, winning awards, and yelling through my microphone", I say without much concern. "My life hasn't changed much"

"Neither has mine", she says lifelessy.

"That's not true and you know it", I object. "I heard your band's song on the radio this morning"

"So what?", she grumbles.

"What do you mean, so what?", I ask growing impatient with her care-free attitude. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

She pulls her shades down to the tip of her nose, looking at me as if I've lost my mind. "Do you know how upset I was when I found out it had reached the billboard top one hundred?", she says darkly. "The last thing I want to happen is for me to become a mainstream artist. I didn't start Paper Planes to become famous and you know that"

I roll my eyes, and take another sip of my drink. "I knew your band would become popular, but you wouldn't listen to me", I begin. "You started as an indie rock band that played gigs in bars and clubs in the city"

She nods her head, clearly remembering the days when she'd play in small areas with little to worry about.

"You got discovered, you got signed, you started recording your songs professionally...did you really think you were going to stay underground musicians forever?", I ask as if she'd lost some common sense.

"It was stupid of me to think so, I know", she says sounding annoyed with what I'd just said. "And I regretted signing the contract the day after, but I guess I'm going to have to deal with hearing our song on the radio for the next week or two", she grumbles "And I can't back out of recording songs either. My album is dropping in three weeks", she says unenthusiastically.

"If I were you I'd be happy regardless of how famous you get. You're going to be getting a lot of money if they play your song on the radio ten or twenty times a day"

"It's not about the money", she says critically. "I do this because it's what I love to do"

I admired that we both did our jobs because it was what we enjoyed doing, but her situation is not the same as mine. "Well, let's face it", I begin. "If you hadn't gotten signed, you wouldn't have a place to live. You've got to pay the bills somehow"

She sighs apathetically, which tells me that I said something truthful that pissed her off.

She doesn't look in my direction, but I know exactly what she's thinking. "You're right"

I smirk at the two words I love hearing. You're right.

It took a lot of arguing to get her to say those words, and the arguing would usually end with me sleeping on the sofa. But now that we're not together, and I've actually said thing that is one hundred percent true, she has to acknowledge the fact that I'm correct.

"So don't get too down on yourself. You know how songs on the radio are. Everyone gets sick of hearing them eventually"

She snorts. "Yeah. Eventually"

We finish our drinks, but end up ordering more. At first, I was sure we were going to leave in the next hour, but we just kept talking and talking to each other as if we'd never broken up and we were best friends like we were in High School. We ended up telling each other crazy stories, and I think I made her laugh once or twice...I think. My memory is getting kind of blurry.

"I can't believe that happened to you", I say as I try to hold back a laugh.

"Don't you dare laugh at me. My siblings are so embarrassing", she groans. "Speaking of siblings, how's Itachi"

His name being mentioned automatically killed my good mood. "He set me up on a blind date today"

If Konan could ever show any emotion, I'm sure she'd have an expression of shock on her face right now. "And you went along with it?"

I let out a sigh before giving my explanation. "It sounded like a good idea to me, he usually has my best interest...but when I got to the coffee shop and saw who he set me up with...I felt like a total idiot for trusting him"

She snorts at me, and I know she must be finding this amusing. "Why, was she ugly?"

"He", I correct her. "And he was no where near ugly. He's actually really beautiful"

The words accidentally slipped out of my mouth, and I wasn't quite sure why I would tell her this. I don't think I ever told her I also like men. I'm sure she thought I was straight the whole time we were dating.

"Nice to know...Didn't know you were-"

I cut her off before she can continue. "I'm not. I swear on my life", I say in denial. "But that doesn't mean I can't acknowledge a good looking man when I see one", I say defensively. "Girls call each other pretty all the time"

She nods her head, and I assume she believes me. "So how did the date go?"

"It actually wasn't that bad...but he tried to convince me he was twenty one", I say as if the entire situation was humorous. "He barely looks eighteen"

"So your brother must be trying to get you arrested", she jokes.

"Maybe. But I wasn't falling for it. If he lied to me about his age the first time, why should I trust him the second time?"

She nods her head in agreement. "So you would you actually see him again if he was anywhere near your age?"

I take the last few sips of my beer before answering. "No"

I'd never thought about if I would actually see him again if the age gap didn't exist, but to keep me of her radar, I just said no. Would I actually see him again if he was closer to my age? He wasn't a bad guy at all...not my type, but...Well I would definitely have sex with him if he was at least twenty.

"I'm a heterosexual male Konan. I have no interest in him whatsoever"

My phone begins to ring, and I see the call is from my brother. Dammit, what does he want?

I hit the talk button, and try my best to be friendly with him.

"Hello Sasuke, how are you?"

I hesitate before answering. "I am well. Is there anything you need from me", I say to cut to the chase.

"What, I can't have a heart to heart conversation with my brother on how his date went?"

I roll my eyes, trying my best to stay patient. "It went fine", I say dryly. "But I'm busy right now, can I call you later?"

"Are you at a bar or a club right now?"

"That is not your concern"

"I thought you were trying to stay away from alcohol. You're speech sounds a little slurred", he says skeptically.

"Okay fine", I give in. "I am at a bar, and I was drinking, but I'm going home now. So please get off my ass"

Konan's boredly looking at her drink, and I knew I had to hang up as soon as possible.

"Oh, you know I'm just worried about you. Foolish little brother"

"Great. You can stop worrying now because everything is okay and I'm going back to my apartment", I say impatiently.

"Well, instead of going home, how about you stop by my suite. We can chat a bit about the date, and you're welcome to spend the night"

Konan begins to put her things in her purse, and I begin to feel guilty.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm going to go home"

"We haven't seen each other face to face in a while", he begins. "And you'd rather spend the night alone in your apartment than with me?"

He was trying to guilt trip me, and sadly, it was working. "Who said anything about me spending the night alone?"

Konan stops packing her things, and looks at me. I almost forgot that she could still hear me.

"I know you very well Sasuke, you seem to forget that. I know you wouldn't have a one night stand when you have work the next day", he begins. "But when you finally come to your senses, you know my room number"

He begins to chuckle, and I was ready to throw my phone across the room.

"Goodbye Itachi", I hiss.

"Be safe"

I hit the end button, and I can tell by the frown on Konan's face that she wanted some answers.

"I wasn't planning on taking you home, if that's what you're wondering", I say to clear the awkward situation. "I just wanted my brother to think I was busy tonight"

She snorts. "Good to know"

A/N: So I switched the point of view, which I will be doing every four or five chapters. I think it'll be quite obvious when the change occurs, and it won't be so unexpected either, so there's no point in me putting at the top of the page "Sasuke's p.o.v" or "Naruto's p.o.v" because you will probably figure it out in less than a few seconds.

On a side note, I'd like to remind everyone of Naruto's real age and Sasuke's age , just so no one forgets.

Naruto: 16 turning 17

Sasuke: 25 turning 26

Hope you liked the chapter!