Shane's P.O.V:
I waved my final wave and then the lifts closed... I smiled to myself and looked in the mirror, then I laughed. Look at my hair, it was just sticking up all over the damn place. Then I slapped my own forehead, and sighed. I let Juliet see me with my hair looking like crap. No wonder she was smiling. But it's nice to see her smile, so whatever.
She was right though. Juliet. I did need to do some editing...
Juliet's P.O.V:
I rushed to my car wearing my blue skinnies and a t-shirt. I'm not actually into clothes, which is weird. But you know what? I'M WEIRD. So screw it. I drove to work, hoping I would get there in time. We had an 8am shoot, and now it was 7:30, it seems like I have time, but I like to be early. REALLY EARLY. So I was worried. I didn't want to be late.
By the time I had gotten there it was 7:55am. 'I am SO sorry that I'm late, I got held up in traffic and...' I panted to Ryan (the photographer who also did a lot of managing, he's also probebly one of the best photographers and my closest friend at Victoria's Secret.) Ryan looked at me weirdly, 'Honey, please, I deal with this everyday so don't worry! But it's not, like you to be late, SO FILL ME IN. But later, got some bitches to make look beaut-iful!' He said, pointing to today's itinerary, it had everything that we did, what times we did it at and who was doing what. I looked through, looking for a Juliet Silverwolf. BAM, it said I was doing the 9am shoot, which was on dresses, then at 3pm I had shoes, at finally at 5pm I had lingerie. Easy.
I went to go wait in the 'model's lonunge' which is where we hung out in between/before/after shoots. You could get coffee, and food there. Something which I needed. I walked into the lounge and immediatly went up to the food bit, and grabbed a teeny tiny box of frosties and sat down at one of the sofa's. A lot of girls gave me a total bitch look, but I'm used to it. I got out my phone because it started buzzing slightly. I unlocked it, and saw a text from Shane. I smiled to myself, eating the Frosties out of the box (no milk, no spoon, just plain outta a box!) and smiling at the text. I giggled a bit, because the text was so funny, I just had to laugh a bit. Then I heard someone clear their throat, 'Uh, what are you like, laughing at?' Said Crystal Blake. Oh God... Crystal Blake, she is a TOTAL BITCHY SLUT. Seriously, look at your stereo typed Calafornian girl (Katy Perry style) with the blonde hair, Bulemia and like no like thought in her like head! UGH! This girl infuriates me to my very core, but I don't let her see that. That would show that she was winning. 'Oh, nothing much.' I said, clicking back a responce.
'Ooooo, is it a boy? It's a boy! I can tell!' Mandy giggled. I like Mandy, she's really nice and sweet, and she's studying Shakespeare at uni, so she's not a Crystal Blake. I blushed and Ctystal suddenly laughed. 'YEAH, ha ha, lolz times a like billion, as if!' She carried on laughing and I just joined in. 'Hey, I can't make a comeback to that! BUT I do know that you're legs are like McDonalds Crystal, NEVER SHUT!' I laughed and so did Mandy. Crystal started going a dangerous shade of red and then just rolled her eyes and walked out. Probebly to the bathroom to go throw up. I texted Shane quickly telling him what happened. Then I turned to Mandy and we started chatting about Shakespeare, and Mcdonalds and Lollipops. It was all loads of fun, but then I had to go for my shoot.
*** AFTER THE 5PM-LINGERIE SHOOT ***
'Okay, great! I think we're finished.' Ryan said, checking the lense of his camera. I got out of my random 'sexy' *cough cough* pose. I walked my way over to the water fountins, whiping my hair out of the way so I could get a drink because I had to be an idiot and forget my water bottle! 'Hey, excuse me...' said a familiar voice said. I snapped my head up and guess who?
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