UNDERWENT REWORK! RE-READ ME (1/21/25)
in which a girl finds too much love in one man that ends up turning her life around
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#2 mrbeast
#2 jacobs
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I sat in my living room, staring at my phone trying to comprehend the conversation I just had with Karla.
What am I going to do? I mean working with mrbeast and his boys has been probably the most fun experience I've had at a job. But working for vogue has been my absolute dream, and I landed a job for them at SUCH a young age.
I called Karl, not knowing how to react to it.
"Can you come over? I know it's kind of late but I just kind of need some help with something" I frowned.
"Yea yea I can for sure, are you okay should I be worried?" Karl said. I heard shuffling coming out of his phone, straight into my ear
"Yea I'm good" I cracked out, trying to hide the fact from him that I was shaken up. He hung up the phone right then, allowing me to hope that he was on his way.
My doorbell rang and I ran to the door, opening it to find a Karl along with a chandler and a Chris.
"Hey?" I questioned, looking at their three concerned faces.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did someone break in? Where are they! Who did this to you?" Karl shot me a million questions at once as Chris and chandler barged in and looked through my apartment.
"BOYS boys please. No one broke in, I'm completely fine. I called Karl because i'm in a pickle!" I laughed, trying to ease up their demeanor
i walked over to the couch and motioned for everyone to sit down.
"I missed my vogue shoot today." I started.
"Oh my god Kylie we're you fired?!" Chris asked, more concerned than he was before.
"No.. but they told me that my second job at mrbeast was distracting me too much from my work there.. They want me to quit my job with you guys so I can completely focus on them. No exceptions. If I don't quit there, they're gonna fire me." I weakly shrugged, staring down at the heart locket in my hands.
Karl hugged my waist and pulled me closer as Chandler and Chris scooted in to comfort me as well. I looked at Karl, then at chandler, then at chris.
"What do i do? Do I quit my job with you guys, do I quit vogue?" I put my head in my hands trying to contemplate what I should do with the ultimatum before me.
"Kylie you need to do what you feel is best for you." Karl rubbed my back.
"Yea, if your dream job is to work at vogue like it seems, then you need to pursue that dream." Chandler added. Chris nodded and placed his hand upon my shoulder.
"You're a strong woman Kylie. Whatever decision you make no matter what it is, we will all be there to assist you. That's what friends are for" Chris added along to the boys' responses.
I smiled at all of them. After a while of sitting in silence, both Chris and chandler decided to leave to leave Karl and i alone. They knew I wanted to talk to him the most
"They met me here so I don't need to drive them home" he responded to my concerned face as I watched them go out the door. They all were here at the same time so I assumed they all came in the same car.
I laid my head on Karls shoulder and took his hand in mine.
"What do you think you're gonna do" he whispered. I still didn't know what I wanted to do. I loved vogue...
but I love my job with the crew even more. They gave me laughter that vogue usually didn't. They gave me serotonin, they gave me strength. They motivated me to keep doing me, while vogue motivated me to shoot the best cover. Karl motivated me to do what I love to do, while vogue motivated me to shoot the best picture of a duck for their next magazine.
I loved vogue, it absolutely was my dream job. But I've found something better. Friendships, passion.
I looked at Karl, decided to back down from vogue after thinking viciously about what to do next.
I picked up my phone and typed in karlas number before pressing call.
"Karla? I just wanted to let you know that I will be coming in tomorrow morning to grab my stuff. I've decided that friendships and passion was better to choose over nothing but blatant boringness. I mean I photographed ducks for an entire day just for a small segment in the magazine? I mean come on I know you can do better than that. And no matter how many inspiring portraits and videos I've made and asked for you to review for the website, you shot me down so easily like it was picking dry skin off your sores. Guess what karla! I've found absolutely everything I wanted in a dream job right in the mrbeast warehouse. They gave me everything you didn't." I hung up on her, setting my phone down on the coffee table. I slowly turned my head to catch Karls expression.
His mouth was hung open.
"I can't believe you'd do that just because you were having fun with us" he reacted, mouth still wide open.
"Karl you guys gave me my dream job" he gave me a quizzical look.
"It's everything I wanted from vogue that I didn't get from them. I get to do what I'm passionate about and I get to have fun with the crew. Vogue never gave me anything like that. Like I said on that phone call it's basically just a company with sticks up their ass." I laughed.
"Oh, and close your mouth you'll catch a fly" I smiled, leaning in for a kiss. He grabbed my head gently as I deepened the kiss, wanting more each second.
This kiss felt different. It felt like our first kiss all over again.
He moved some of my hair to the back of my ear and laid his forehead against mine. We both smiled.
"You're amazing. maybe one day Karla will realize what she lost and want to take you back. I just know it isn't over for you and Vogue" Karl said, reassuring me.
"Thank you K" I smiled. "I should get some sleep. I'll see you soon though" I smiled, walking him towards the door.
"Yes you will" He smiled, leaving my apartment. I laid back on the door for a second and held my hand to my heart. The butterflies haven't left yet.
