Sakura stared into the mirror of the changing room cubicle that she had incapacitated herself into. For the last hour, she had been frantically trying on every dress in the entire store.
'I have to look perfect. I can’t disappoint him by looking shabby. It, no I’ve got to be perfect!' this had been Sakura Haruno's new mantra ever since he had asked her to be his girlfriend and prom date. He, Uchiha Sasuke, was the most popular, sexy, intelligent, and cool and most worshiped boy that had ever graced the school premises. He even had three squadrons of dumb, drooling fan girls, aptly named Sasuke Fan Girl Squadrons one, two and three for God’s sake! And out of all the girls in the school that he could have chosen, he chose her. Sasuke.
His name made her shiver with excitement. The most plain, imperfect, geeky, dorky, ever-so-slightly mad girl was chosen by the heart throb God of the school. She was giddy, almost bouncing off the walls.
'This is the one!' It was a dark shade of pink to compliment her hair; a strapless 50’s affair, with not too much cleavage peeping through the corset top half, and plenty of knee length under skirting to accentuate her small waist. She knew that she would look like a princess if she had her hair done, and had some matching shoes on, not the scruffy purple converse that she currently bore on her feet. It was certain that he would approve of this, she nodded at the half made up princess in the mirror.
The curtain of the changing room was roughly drawn back, and bright blue eyes shined with approval. “Fore head! I see you’ve found the perfect dress. Now lets find some matching shoes!” a smile creased its way on to her face, as she picked up the redundant pile of dresses to return them to the rack. Sakura blushed “All thanks to you, Ino-pig! You are so much better at choosing clothes than me” she gave her a flying hug, nearly knocking them both to the floor.
“Well when my best friend needs to look perfect for her lover boy, naturally I have to deliver” she smiled as she got out the hug quick enough to dodge the hit on the arm from Sakura. Even though Ino was incredibly rich, fashionable and popular, she was down to earth, with wit and intellect to counter her good lucks and other people ruthlessly stereotyping her. She always made time for Sakura, even though people accosted her with vies for attention all the time, because they had been friends since birth.
[The rating applies for language and violence that occurs in later chapters.]
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