Naruhina: Star ProjectNaruhina: Star Project1 year ago in Drama
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After NaruHinaSasu: Onii-chan is over ( maybe ends in november or sooner ) NaruHina: Star Project will take place.
Hinata: 18 years old, secretly a really good singer,
Naruto: 21 years old, superstar, cruel and mean, playboy
Sakura: 20 years old, model, fools around with Naruto
Sasuke: Naruto's manager, wears glasses :3, 23 years old
Ayumi: Hinata's best friend, obsessed with Naruto, 17 years
Yuri: Hinata's best friend, 19 years, plays guitar
One Day, at Hinata's school ( college for Special Arts ) Naruto, famous superstar, comes for a visit. All the girls go crazy for him, except Hinata. Hinata bumps into Naruto. He flirts but Hinata doesnt seem to care. As he starts to be interested in her, he teases her and she slowly falls for him, but thats not all. Hinata is only in the special arts school for painting, when she is secretly an amazing singer. She keeps this secret. Throughout the fanfic, Hinata learns more about Naruto and falls deeply in love soon changing
Llamas with HatsLlamas with HatsLlamas with Hats3 years ago in Comedy
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Paul: Carl, there's a dead human in our house!
Carl: Ooh, hey, how did he get here?
Paul: Caaaarl, what did you do?
Carl: Me? Um, I didn't do this...
Paul: Explain what happened Carl!
Carl: I've never seen em' before in my life.
Paul: Why did you kill this person Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people, That is, That is my Least favorite thing to do.
Paul: Tell me Carl, exactly what you were doing before I got home.
Carl: Well, I was upstairs...
Paul: Mhm, okay...
Carl: I was in my room, reading a book...
Paul: Yes,go on...
Carl: and well this guy walked in...
Carl: So I went up to him...
Carl: and I, uh, I stabbed him thirty-seven times in the chest.
Paul: Caaaaaaaaaarl, that kills people!
Carl: Um, oh, I Didn't know that...
Paul: Carl, how could you not know that?
Carl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here, I suck.
Paul: What happened to his hands?
Carl: Whats that?
Paul: His hands, W-Why are they missing?
Carl: U-Uh, I, um... Kinda cooke