I Guess So || Luke Brooks

46

I slapped the magazine down on the table, sitting in my garnet red, silk bathrobe with a cigarette between my fingers and my hand holding cognac in a glass. All it took was a week for pictures of us from the twins's birthday party to be on different social medias and magazines.
My black lace bralett strap loosely hung on my shoulder as I got up to go refill my almost empty glass, it being 8:46 in the morning.
Everyone was out at Venice beach, but I really wanted to stay in and dance in my underwear because, well why not?
I decided to turn on the hot tub that was decorated with rocks and flowers around it, being able to go nude since no one was home and I was too lazy to put a bathing suit on. I sat and let the roaring water boil my skin in a pleasant massage from the jets, even if it made my skin itch a bit.

What about the tour? Grazed my mind. Should I go? What about high school? What am I going to do with my life if I don't have a high school diploma? I don't want to work at a donut shop, no way. I know I have Luke but I can't rely on him to get me by in life.
And this dumb anxiety/depression or whatever it is, I need to go to a doctor. A therapist? Something. Everything is falling out of place. Or in place. I don't know. Okay, organize yourself. Get your shit together. You're gonna pick up your phone and make an appointment and get a doctor or therapist or some shit and you're gonna deal with yourse- My phone rang, causing me to jolt, which splashed the water everywhere and into my mouth. I spit it out and scrambled to the chair that held my clothes and phone, in the process knocking over my drink and muttering "shitshitshit" everywhere. "-hitshitshit hELLO, I mean, hello?"
"Hi, this is Marykate and I'm a photographer for "Trendz Magazine", we've seen you recently on different blogs, your personal accounts on social media, and a few magazines. We'd like for you to come in and try out for a cover on our page, maybe send you on a long term cont-"
"Wait, this is a huge leap from a small rock. You want me of all people to come in? I mean I have experience but, seriously?"
"Yup, we figured out since you've been with a celebrity for quite a while, you'd be more exposed and ready for it. I mean, you seem to have all the right needs and requirements, so come down in 2 days at 11:00am? "
"Uhhm I, o-okay."
"See you then."

What the f- what happened just now. I looked out off the balcony with probably the kind of confused face only a mother could love, and realizing I had a lack of clothes on I jumped back into the hot tub.
If I take this opportunity, and succeed, I don't have to graduate. I can drop out. I can continue with modeling.

I can go on tour with Luke.

Okay we can't tell him yet, not yet.