Status: Trying out a new one :)
I Refuse to Close My Eyes.
I Have Loved And I Have Lost.
"Ooh, can I wear that top?" Sarah (SJ) asks, pointing to the pink t-shirt I have just pulled off the clothing rail because it has a tag with my name on it.
"I don't think it's your size" I shrug cattily, flashign her an innocent smile. The comment recieves me and elbow in the ribs from Tom, who I cant tell by the look in his eyes is trying not to laugh himself.
"Well if it's going to fit you, I'm sure it will fit me" she tells me. I want to point out that I am about 6 inches shorter, and a stone lighter than her, making me about two sizes smaller but it seems pointess. "I'll go check with Oli-" she begins, but I cut her off.
"Oh just have the damn shirt" i whine, flinging it at her. She smiles smugly and procedes to take off the top she's wearing, nifront of me and Tom, and replace it with the Drop Dead one.
I find another t-shirt with my name, and head off to a toilet to change. I then mope back to the room where the photoshoot is going on and sit down.
"Phoenixx, your up!" Tom calls, waving me over from his position behind his camera.
I trudge up, shoulder's slumped. After everything that Oliver has put me through, here I am; doing him a favour. Modelling, even though I hate hte idea and find it pretenscious, I'm here for him, because one of his models droped out and the bimbo (Oliver, not the model) didnt think to book back-up's.
"Look alive!" Tom orders, a cheekygrin poking out from behind the lense.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see Sarah leaning against Oliver, flipping her heair around and laughing a stupid, high-pitched laugh that hurts my ears.
Rolling my eyes at them, I revert my gaze back to the camera, standing up straight for a moment and trying to look moody, or something.
"Ph-"
"I don't know what I'm doing!" I whine, getting in before him.
"Well you never know what your doing so hey, what's new?"
...If I had something to throw at him right now, I would.
"Just umm...be a bit taller? And push your chest out. Thats it, stand up sraight"
I try not ot laugh as Tom tries to be serious with me. Me and Tom don't really do serious, although, recently, I havent been so joyful.
"Come on phoenixx!" Olvier calls from the side.
"Yeah, you go girl!" Sarah mocks.
"Fuck my life" Im thinking to myself.
"I don't think it's your size" I shrug cattily, flashign her an innocent smile. The comment recieves me and elbow in the ribs from Tom, who I cant tell by the look in his eyes is trying not to laugh himself.
"Well if it's going to fit you, I'm sure it will fit me" she tells me. I want to point out that I am about 6 inches shorter, and a stone lighter than her, making me about two sizes smaller but it seems pointess. "I'll go check with Oli-" she begins, but I cut her off.
"Oh just have the damn shirt" i whine, flinging it at her. She smiles smugly and procedes to take off the top she's wearing, nifront of me and Tom, and replace it with the Drop Dead one.
I find another t-shirt with my name, and head off to a toilet to change. I then mope back to the room where the photoshoot is going on and sit down.
"Phoenixx, your up!" Tom calls, waving me over from his position behind his camera.
I trudge up, shoulder's slumped. After everything that Oliver has put me through, here I am; doing him a favour. Modelling, even though I hate hte idea and find it pretenscious, I'm here for him, because one of his models droped out and the bimbo (Oliver, not the model) didnt think to book back-up's.
"Look alive!" Tom orders, a cheekygrin poking out from behind the lense.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see Sarah leaning against Oliver, flipping her heair around and laughing a stupid, high-pitched laugh that hurts my ears.
Rolling my eyes at them, I revert my gaze back to the camera, standing up straight for a moment and trying to look moody, or something.
"Ph-"
"I don't know what I'm doing!" I whine, getting in before him.
"Well you never know what your doing so hey, what's new?"
...If I had something to throw at him right now, I would.
"Just umm...be a bit taller? And push your chest out. Thats it, stand up sraight"
I try not ot laugh as Tom tries to be serious with me. Me and Tom don't really do serious, although, recently, I havent been so joyful.
"Come on phoenixx!" Olvier calls from the side.
"Yeah, you go girl!" Sarah mocks.
"Fuck my life" Im thinking to myself.
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Just a taster :)