" T h e L o v e S t o r y o f a S u p e r m o d e l "
by LianFex

"I love you, you idiot."

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He used to annoy me a lot.

After appearing after every shooting and showering me with flowers with notes like ‘for the most beautiful supermodel that ever existed’, I thought he was one infuriating fanboy. It was later on when I learned that he is ‘the’ Naruto Uzumaki, a model of different agency. When my friends asked me why I never noticed this, I reasoned out that he looked entirely different from what the tabloids and photos told me.

Then it started.

When the ridiculous amount of flowers had stopped, I thought he was gone forever. I was proved wrong, however, when I saw him just outside the building during one rainy night when I was stuck with no umbrella and no car. He then asked me if I had dinner and proceeded to usher me to his Porsche even if I didn’t agree (I was stumped into silence at that time).

The next day went soon and the papers were bombarded with news about us eating dinner together. Thus, a new controversy had started and it’s all thanks to one certain guy. Although I was peeved by this, I was somewhat grateful since I thought that his absurd antics would stop.

Keyword:Thought

Soon, stacks of love letters appeared the following week and they continued growing with each passing day. I was more than annoyed. I was pissed. Then one day, he had the guts to appear after work to ask me out again.

Guess what I did?

I hit him hard on the head.

“This is spamming.” I said under my breath after he questioned me why I did the punch for (rather loudly, I might say). I could feel a nerve under my eye twitching visibly.

But for the life of the living dead, I never did understand why he laughed after that. He is probably the most active and cheerful person I have ever come across with and it’s making a big impression on me (it’s more inclined to the negative side). And soon, I found myself eating dinner with him again and I have no idea why I agreed in the first place.

I went to my shooting the next day thinking that everything’s the same as yesterday (spam letters are included, of course, much to my displeasure). However, I was shocked when I saw the familiar bob of blonde hair making its way to my direction.

“Hi, hi! My name is Naruto! Nice meeting ya!”

My eyes had widened and my blood ran cold. I swore my heart stopped at that time (I swear, I am SO not dramatic). He took my hand and shook it hard when he noticed my blank expression. I soon heard from my friends that a joint shooting was decided due to the controversy. Expressing my disdain and lack of interest, my manager said that the fans have shown interest with our pairing.

I couldn’t complain after that.

Then the letters had stopped but was replaced soon after with little bear figurines with pink ribbons (ballet dancers, a high school girl and such), a stack of instant ramen he carefully supply every after consumption, an Orange Range album when he thought I loved the band after learning I liked one of their songs and one rusty coin he insisted is lucky.

Then he started to wait outside my dressing room after our pictorials. It was infuriating at first and I started the habit of punching him every after one of his idiotic antics. But he’ll just laugh after my punches while rubbing the sore spot every time. He never complain, just ask where I got my enormous strength.

I never did realized when I started to get used to his company. Soon, he made me laugh with his jokes. Then he started to gain my respect with his seriousness in his job. He made me smile when I was down and I could count on him every time I was stranded in the rain.

He’s like one affectionate little puppy, always craving for love and attention. But he is also very unpredictable, like one time when he appeared out of nowhere when I was buying some groceries. When he covered my mouth and nose with a white handkerchief (you know, like the movies?) and whispered “Hello” in a deep, very un-Naruto-like voice, I thought I was going to be kidnapped.

So I kicked him hard on his origins without hesitation.

The look on his face made me want to laugh and feel sorry at him. And at the same time, I was laughing and panicking at his demise. The poor little boy was clutching his…thing, with that expression. I never thought I could laugh that hard.

But that is probably like one of the sayings: calm after the storm.

Because the next day, I learned that Sasuke is dating a famous singer for more than a year now.

Everyone knew that I liked him. Hell, even Naruto, the little ball of furry cluelessness, had known I liked him. But no one knew how deep my affection for him was. I was devastated, to put it mildly.

I poured all my frustrations in my job. I stopped hanging out with my friends for the poor excuse that I have to go home early when all I did back at my space was to cry. I became withdrawn. I was heartbroken.

So he did something about it.

He barged inside my apartment one day, breaking my door off from its hinges. Then he went inside my bedroom with a loud ‘bang’ (I was sleeping that time). I could remember how big the racket he made that one early morning because I woke up immediately. And much to my astonishment, he slept down beside me and buried himself under my blankets.

“PERVERT!” I said and proceeded to hit his head. Then he laughed, as if it doesn’t hurt at all.

“There,” He said, a soft smile gracing his lips. “That’s one glimpse of the Sakura I knew that I haven’t seen for weeks.”

I was stunned to see the understanding in his eyes. I was surprised to see thatsmile on his face, as if he was aware of something no one did. Silence fell for a few seconds as I tried to decipher that gentle look on his face that is way different from the usual hyper smile of his.

Then I cried.

He hugged me that time. His arms were surprisingly gentle and careful, as if I was some fragile little glass doll. I was yet again surprised that it felt wonderful to be in his arms. I felt more beautiful when his arms encircled me than when I am on the spotlights.

And this unexplainable feeling was scaring the shit out of me.

We talked all day. We talked about things, about my feelings regarding the situation. He didn’t chatter nor did he give out his opinions. He merely listened on and held my hand. He gripped my hand harder when he thought I was going to cry again and I appreciated the thought. So we talked the whole day, our voices silent and hushed.

That day, I felt closer to him.

It was the following day when I thought that, “Goodness, he comforted me!”

I never did realize when I started to revert back to my old self. He gave me another bear figurine, I hit his head again and everything seemed to go back to normal. Although I must admit that thoughts ofhim would continue to make its way into my mind, I would always try to push it behind my head.

See, I must move on. I knew it’s hard and it’s been quite long when I fully healed and forgot. Thoughts of him are still painful and it’s extremely difficult to let go of things you held on for so long. But I have to, I told myself. It’ll take a long while but I think I’ll manage.

“It’s not nice to go after a guy who clearly is not interested with you.” I told Naruto one day.

He started to invite himself to my apartment unannounced all the time. I am irritated outwardly, of course. But inside, I know I wanted his company (strangely enough).

Every time he visited me, we’ll talk about stuff that is unnecessary to others. Sometimes, we talk about how stupid things are and argue about softball and baseball. We talk about things as mundane as the weather, which in turn will move to the direction of how computer works. And then we goof around, we laugh and we talk again.

Then I forgot that he was once that irritating little fan boy who gave me letters and flowers with each passing day.

Soon, the wall in front of the sofa we sat to talk a lot was covered with pictures of us together and crazy doodles of ninja and evil villains. Soon, I noticed another pair of slippers near my door and a pile of instant ramen sitting on my cupboard. I also noticed two paired glasses he once bought for us innocently sitting on the dining table. I idly thought how opportunistic this guy was for camping at my place.

Then I slowly come to realize that I became comfortable with his presence; that his cheery voice lifts my mood up and his light-hearted disposition had always made me laugh. I grasped the fact that even the thought of him brings a smile on my face although I would die before I’ll admit this to him.

Ever so slowly but surely, as time went by, it hit me that this uncategorized relationship of ours unsatisfied me. When I started to remember the feel of his arms around me, I realized that this cunning little puppy had managed to carve his name into my heart, claiming it as his.

I had denied it at first. I was childish like that. But days went by and I slowly come to realized that I could not refuse it any longer. So I started to fear that he might not feel the same way about me.

After all, he had stopped sending me letters, and flowers. How should I know he still feel the same?

So we talk, we argue, I hit him, he annoys me and we laugh. He’ll visit at my place, saying he’ll stay for a few minutes and go home when in fact he’ll stay until late. We’ll talk about our fears and worries. There are times when I woke up in the morning finding out that we slept the whole night sitting and that he slept at my place…again.

See, everything’s the same.

Except that I know that I harbor feelings for him.

It was one crazy social party for models and celebrities alike when the topic my groupies, along with him, shifted to the current controversy about him and I being together. Naruto and I laughed almost simultaneously all the while feigning nonchalance to the topic. And yet I know deep down that I was hoping for a positive answer from him.

“No. It’s not like that. In fact,” His eyes slightly sobered at his next words. “We’re just friends.”

I wanted to cry when I heard that. Of course, we’re just friends. Who am I to hope that he still loves me after knowing who I really am? Now that he knew me fully well, he is probably disgusted. And I, after knowing who he really was, am fool enough to fall for him. I must have sucked so badly.

So I drank myself to ignorance. Ignorance of the pain the truth dealt me and ignorance to the agony the thought that no one will truly love me for who I really was caused. I didn’t even care if some paparazzi caught me acting drunk and very unlike myself nor do I care about what they will write about me. Tonight, I’ll do as I please.

I didn’t even realize when he came along and rubbed my back softly when I was throwing up in the sidewalk. I didn’t even realize that he brushed my hair back as he listened to me rant how unfair the world is. Hell, I didn’t even notice when he carried me in his back and took me home.

I knew that, despite my sheer drunkenness, he cared. Through my hazy gaze, I saw his worried expression and was even aware that he was silently changing the wet towel in my forehead every time. I wondered silently whether he took any alcohol during the party. I voiced my question though muffled words.

“Nope. Because I knew that somebody have to bring your drunken ass back at your place.” He said with a smile. When he said those words, I remember feeling a sudden surge of anger. I knew its all because of the alcohol but that did not stop me.

“Why do you even care?” I whispered, a trace of rage hidden behind my words.

“Huh? What do you mean?” He asked, a bit distracted, as he wiped my arm with another wet towel. I roughly shoved him away, angry at his caring attitude and angry at my own self. Why can’t he love me, dammit?!

He seemed confused by this but did not speak.

“Why do you even fucking care?! We’re just friends, right? We’re just friends!”

He was silent for a moment and I was left glaring at him, silently cursing myself and my personality. His expression betrayed none of his thoughts and I felt myself getting angrier and angrier at myself with each passing moment.

“So it was all about that.” He finally said. He hands held the wet towel still, already stopped nursing me since long. His voice was different than that of before and I was suddenly afraid and ashamed. He must feel disgusted by now…

We were silent for a while. I don’t know what to say after that and truth to be told, I just wanted to vanish. I wished he could simply laugh off the awkward silence between us but he didn’t. I wished I could take back all the words I had said. I’ll probably avoid him tomorrow, I thought.

“I don’t get you,” He finally managed to say. I could detect a sense of frustration in his words and I was confused, to say the least.

“First, you act as if you don’t like my company. Or maybe my mere existence. Then you act as if we were friends; as if you finallyliked my presence. Then here you are, screaming bloody hell at me after I just said we were just friends,” He paused to look at me before he stood up, ready to leave.

“And you don’t have to ask me why I care. You know that I love you, even if I know that you don’t.” He said in a hushed tone.

I was stunned to silence. I could feel my heart hammering at my chest, threatening to break my ribs. I felt my world expanding, venturing things I never knew existed. I felt a bubble growing inside me, as if it would burst any second. And all these emotions overwhelmed me so that I couldn’t speak.

I shook myself out of my reverie when I saw him opening the front door. I didn’t think. I didn’t even blink an eye. I shot out from the sofa where I was lying and ran after his figure. I bet he didn’t saw this coming since I saw the way his eyes widened when I held his hand, a determined expression coming to my face.

“Baka! You should have known better!” My eyes flashed and I gripped his hand tighter. “I love you, you idiot.”

It was then that I realized when his eyes took me in and embraced me tight that I never felt this way before. When I returned his warmth embrace and buried my face in his chest, it was then that I realized that I should have known better than to doubt him. And when I stood on my toes and felt his lips touching mines, I felt so happy and glad that I felt tears coming out from my eyes.

We did not talk that night. Maybe, that was the only night we shared when we didn’t even share an exchanging of words. Because, as I rested my head on his shoulders and his head on top of mine, I knew that we didn’t have to say much to express our feelings for each other. We talk a lot. We argue, laugh and goof around. But when we sense the need to tell how we feel about each other, we would stay silent and hold each other close.

I may be a supermodel and he may be one deranged fan boy. But when we are together, we are just two people crazily in love with each other.

And there is no need denying it.

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A/N: If you are one of my readers, you should know that this is my first NaruSaku fic I've ever written. Well, yeah. You can all close your gaping mouths now. (sigh) I am unsatisfied with this and I could see a lot of rundown sentences. But that's pretty normal (me unsatisfied, that is) since this is my first try at this pairing. Probably my last?

You can guess who the singer Sasuke’s dating was.

Please review! Reviews will make me ace my exams!