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Summary: You've always been a one of a kind Barbie, like different things from the other girls and many considering you a bit odd. Most Barbies are the same, many of them have their own Ken but the Ken you've had your eyes on has been dating your best friend for years.
(I have in mind to do a series on the Barbie movie once it is out with Ken and Reader. So, I decided to write a one shot that'll be based on the series I am planning, this could be s part of the series though some parts may change. I am dying to see this new Barbie and Ryan Gosling as Ken. I also imagined the reader as being goth since I am a goth and like to include a bit of myself in my fics. I love goth/pastel lolita fashion but you can imagine whatever you'd like. This will turn into a series so for the official one tje reader will be goth since I find it cute when opposites attract.)
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The world is perfect. Endless days of going around making errands and endless nights parting and every Barbie and Ken gathering around to have a fun time. The sky is always the perfect shade of blue with few clouds decorating it, every Barbie has it's perfect job and perfect home.
The streets decorated with green trees, beautiful colored flowers, pastel colored homes, and the relaxing beach with it's pale pink sand.
Always thriving to make their name known and perfecting every single thing, every Barbie is perfect, from head to toe.
Every Barbie has a Ken. Every Ken has a Barbie to show their devotion and love. Well..almost every Barbie.
"Hey Barbie!"
"Hey Barbie!"
"Hey Barbie!"
I heard the countless of Barbies waving and greeting at each other. I sat in the patio at my friend's home, she had invited me over since she wanted to throw a big party at night and I was helping her decorate the place up and organize many chairs and tables with their snacks.
Many Ken's and Barbie's would be arriving. I was done sketching on my notebooks and placed it inside my bag and continued to fill up what was rest of the pool.
"How is everything going?" Barbie asked joining me in the backyard again.
"The pool is almost finished, just a few snacks are left, choose the perfect mixtape and the party will be perfect." I answered her.
I stood tall and noticed Barbie staring at me. "Great! Everything always goes perfect. How is your job going?"
Barbie questioned making me take a step back and shake my head. "I..I.. it's complicated."
"You got fired didn't you?"
I hung my head low and felt ashamed. "Hey hey don't get all upset on me. You were probably too good for the job anyways."
"I feel horrible, Barbie. You are the most perfect person I've met, you have countless of jobs and can do anything. You've offered me many jobs and I'm just not good at it. I'll never be good at anything." I answer defeated since apparently I am not good enough for this world.
Barbie placed her hand on my shoulder making me look into her blue eyes. "No. You are a good person, (Y/N). You are my friend and I did agree on helping you in whatever you needed..You're just special is all."
"I'm different.."
"Different is good! See? I even call you by the name you chose instead of Barbie." I pout and sighed heavily and nodded my head slowly.
"You're not a burden, (Y/N). You can be whatever you want to be. Remember that."
I smiled a bit and looked back at her. "Right..let's focus on the party instead."
"Great idea! Now I have the perfect song list for the party, many friends will come over-"
Barbie definitely living a dream life. I wish I could be like her.
I am a Barbie who looks, acts and thinks differently than the rest. I chose my own name, go by my own rules, what kind of Barbie does that?
Every Barbie has it's dream house, dream career..a Ken.
Unlike them I can barely fit in a specific job, I don't own a huge house like most of them do, don't have plenty of close friends and I don't have a Ken. A companion, a lover to spend my days with them and have fun.
Every Barbie had a Ken and then there is me...
I've heard what many people have said behind my back, I'm a weird person I know. I tend to look at the dark side of life sometimes and can be a bit straightforward which leaves some people taken back from me.
I normally don't dress all cute or bright colors like the rest of the girls. I feel like I don't belong here at times.
I sometimes stay late at night wondering if outside of our Barbie world, there's more, maybe s lot more different. I will say I am more on the dreamer kind, wishing to know about more knowledge outside of here.
I've collected these books that I found a long time ago. Books that seem that wasn't made or written by someone here. There's one that has always fascinated me, it's called The Wizard of Oz. Sometimes I feel the main character of the book, Dorothy.
Being different from the rest and arriving at a strange world that seems too perfect to be true.
Aside from collecting rare items I also enjoy drawing, sketching or painting. I'm no where near perfect as the Barbie to specifies on art but I do my best.
I've sold a few around town since Barbie recommended my work to everyone, even President Barbie had a large portrait done by me in her office.
I'm not great with parties since I try to relax on my own and sketch everyone having fun. Tonight, I am planning to do the same and imagine myself in their scenario. In their perfect world.
"(Y/N)!." Barbie clapped her hands in front of me drawing my attention back to her.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Many guys will be here. Maybe, I can introduce you to a Ken." Barbie said winking and continuing to decorate the place.
"T-That won't be necessary. I'm not ready to date anyways, I'll just chill with Alan."
Aside from Barbie, I can say Alan is one of my closest friends as well, he's like a brother to me. He's unique anyways, there's just one him.
"You gotta have at least a bit of fun, I don't like seeing you sitting down at parties. Promise me you'll try at least."
I sigh and fake a smile at her, "I promise."
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A song titled Girls Just Wanna Have Fun continued to blare through the speakers. Everyone was having lots of fun. Different shades of pink balloons adorned the backyard along with streamers and even a big piñata made in the shape of a large 'B'.
Even the refreshing drinks were pastel pink and blue colored. Barbie continued to dance along with the rest. I was sitting down by an empty table along with Alan who had a drink in his hand, "So, I asked her out and guess what she said?"
"What did she say?" I ask tilting my head and knowing exactly where this is going.
"She said yes! But, when I arrived at the cafe she wasn't there. She said she had an important meeting but we're definitely going out next week."
"Good for you, Alan." I held onto my sketchbook and continued to sketch the crowd.
"Don't you want to dance or something? You know if you're having trouble dating a guy, I can always be available for you." He awkwardly said earning a pat on his shoulder from me.
"Trust me you wouldn't want to date me. You deserve someone way better."
Alan hummed and stood up. "You're right."
"Ouch." I said not really hurt by his words but continuing to sketch.
"Well, if you need me I'll be..around." Alan quickly left leaving me on my own. I looked down at my creation and smiled when I saw how well and detailed I got everyone, I flipped the pages and landed on the one I was still finishing up.
"What you got there?" I shrieked and jumped in my spot, quickly closing my book and turning to face the familiar voice.
Ken. Barbie's Ken.
"N-Nothing! Just finishing up a project I was asked to do." I answered quickly and blushed when I looked into Ken's blue eyes and saw a charming smile spread across his face.
He looks so handsome up close! Perfect blue, eyes, perfect smile, perfect blonde hair and perfect bod-
"Cool. Can I see?" He asked all excited sitting in front of me now.
"No! I mean..You can't it's not ready yet." I said trying to come up with a lie.
"I'm not a critic by all means, but I'm sure you're doing a fine job as always." Ken said reaching over to place his hands on top of my book and I grabbed the she and began pulling it towards me and Ken did the same to try and look.
Sometimes Ken has a hard time of understanding when no means no. He's a goofball and kind of oblivious.
"Maybe just a tiny peek.."
"Ken, no!" I felt like I was speaking to a puppy, not understanding it's tricks.
"Come on, (Y/N). We're friends right? Friends gotta stick together and not hold any secrets between us."
I huffed annoyed by him but finding him extremely irresistible and cute when he acts this way. He knows his ways to charm me, well, that's what I like to think. I sat back and slid the notebook over to him.
"Yes!" He raised his fists and eagerly started to look through my sketches.
If onto he knew the truth about how I feel for him. I continue staring at him, my heart beating faster, growing nervous at what he would say once he sees my sketch of him. He'll find me weird and ask me why I drew him, he'll find out about my crush on him for sure!
Ken continued to flip thought he pages until one caught his eye. I sucked in air and was ready to hear his harsh words.
"Omg..Do I always look this handsome?" He questioned staring at the sketch and placing it right beside his face.
"You even got my nose right! Haha. Though I do say between him and me, I'm a lot more attractive."
My mouth nearly fell open. The reaction was unexpected, but what can I expect from Ken. "Is there a reason you chose me?"
"No, wait! It's because I'm your idol isn't it? It's nice to know I have a number 1 fan besides Barbie." Ken enthusiastically said and handed me my notebook back before deciding to sign his name on the same page.
Before I could grab onto the notebook Ken grabbed both my hands into his. Making me blush and surely painting my entire face red at the simple action.
Quickly I pulled my hands back and touched my cheeks trying to hide the blush on me. Ken looked surprised but didn't question it, he now chuckled and stared at me with his hand resting on his palm.
I need to a cold drink. I reached to grab a cup of pink lemonade and began to drink rapidly.
"You're honestly so talented, you just don't realize it. I know you don't like to call yourself a Barbie, but I'm surprised you haven't found a Ken or gotten married yet."
I spat my drink on him and started coughing. "Who's you okay?!" He jumped up when I did and I nodded my head.
"I'm fine! I-I'm so sorry, Ken!" I grabbed a couple of napkins and began to try to wipe his clothes since it was wet, which only made me feel his muscles instead. I blushed and pulled my hands back and apologized to Ken again.
He tilted his head looking at me weirdly. "Are you okay, (Y/N)? You're as pink as Barbie's car."
"I'm completely f-fine! But what about your shirt?" I ask concerned and Ken dug something out of a bag, another shirt and jacket, he brought along and changed right in front of me.
"I always keep spare clothes just in case things like this happen." Ken reached out to me and started to ruffle my hair.
"Don't get yourself to worried. Why don't we enjoy the party instead?" He smiled and I watched him excitedly run off to greet his girlfriend, Barbie. My best friend.
I remained staring at them and the rest enjoying themselves. They party and have fun like nothing else matters. I smiled sadly staring at Barbie and Ken dancing, I grabbed my sketchbook and started to leave the party.
Slowly the sound of music fading the more I continued to walk to my home. Hoping to someday at least someday matter to Ken, and for him to look at me different than just a friend.