an idea. a girl. a computer. a dream come true i guess. I don't own Naruto or any of its characters... I don't own fame either. But I do own the website name. too bad it's not real.

When the lights finally came on, I tried to hide behind a jacket or something. But it didn't work. He ended up looking at me. And my face. My real face. The face that was always beet red when around him. The face that had moon orbs for eyes and rediculously long blueish black hair. My face. The face that was still cupped in his hand and added to the silence that lasted for what seemed forever until.

"Was it that hard to tell me in person?"

"Actually..." The face that was silenced with his lips. "No."

"You know what this means right?"

"I won't get stalked anymore?" I asked, trying to lighten up the conversation. Apperantly at the wrong time too, but he still laughed. God his grin was so cute.

"Actually. You'll get stalked more." He put his hand down.

"They'll start following you too. Are you sure I'm worth it?" I asked again. I soon felt his palm on mine.

"So worth it." He said, and finally opened the door, to millions of cameras, heartbroken guys, jealous girls, and my severely overprotective family. Who all had the "I'm going to kill him" face. And for once, I wasn't trying to hide my face.

OOoooh What's going on?? Who is she talking to?? Why am I asking you all of these??