‹ Prequel: I'm So Sick Of You.
Status: Oh wow this is gonna be fun! I write as much as possible!

If it Means A Lot to You.

Where is Your Boy Tonight?

I stood as my boss smiled, "Kayla this is Frank Iero. You know him, he's a tattoo model, right?"

I smiled, "I apologize but no ma'am I don't. But it's amazing to meet you..."

Frank laughs, "Please call me Frank."

"Frank," I nod, "I had a dog named Frank once."

"I'm charmed, I love animals." Frank shrugs.

Mary, my boss, claps, "Anyway Kayla, Frank is coming to work for us, and you, will be his manager and agent. Understand? Lovely, well I'll leave you two to get to know each other."

Before I can agree my boss walks out, this isn't gonna go over well at home. Or at all. I sigh and look at Frank. He's around my height, so yea he's damn short for a model, much less a grown man. Frank's hair is just long enough to touch the back of his neck, it's dark brown almost black. His eyes are this green hazel color but very pretty. Of course he has a million and one visible tattoo's but he's a tattoo model, what do you expect.

"Well, Frank take a seat and lets talk," I offer and he winks sitting, this is gonna be one hell of a job.
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>..< this is sucky but I'm kinda filling space at the moment. Plus after DAYS of writer block, I had a moment. But not enough!! I need some inspiration!! Or help, and no Bob not mental help we've established that you don't have that type of training... Sigh.

Much Love Puppets.

XO.
Britt.