The Pathetic Romance of a Mean Cough

Chapter 15: Christopher's Breakthrough

It was ten in the morning. Light shone through the dirty cruise ship windows and reflected off of a mirror, and the room was filled with beautiful refracting light patterns. Senora was brushing her hair and sticky cheeto crumbs tumbled onto the thin, moldy carpet. Christopher blinked his eyes slowly, blinded by the light. "What, are you blinded by my beauty" teased Senora. He didn't have the heart to tell her the truth. Yes, she was drop dead gorgeous, but at this point in life he was more fascinated by the cockroach crawling on the ceiling. He used to think that she deserved better than him, but ever since he wore that bikini he had become confident in himself and had new aspirations for life- he was going to become a hot swimsuit model! He always believed in his inner beuty, and in high schoolhighschool he was a cheerleader even though his father didn't approve. He missed the old days of being enthusiastic and bubbly, and having random strangers talk to him in the hall. Sure, maybe they were insulting him, but Christopher longed for the good old days of fame, popularity, unconditional love and tight skirts. Senora left to go get breakfast, and Christopher finally had a moment to rediscover himself alone. The first thing he did was cover himself in tanning spray. OrangeOarnge really was his color! He also practiced posing in frontinfront of the mirror. After trying on a few more bikinis, Christopher decided he should go back to the poolside, because maybe some modeling contractorscontracters would be there. One look at his hot bod and they would be instantly intriguedingreigued, fascinatedfacinated with his perfect pectoralpectorial muscles, bisecpts, and his stunning manliness. They would fall to their knees, crying out in agony and blinded by his flawless tan. He would be hired on the spot! Senora would probably become insanely jealous because he would be stealing her spotlight (which was more on the level of a flashlight because even though she was attractive, no one could outshine him). He trotted purposefully to a middle aged fake blonde who was taking photos of some hottie and christopher flashed her a grin. Immediately she gagged and ran towards the ocean to puke. Christopher shrugged. She probably just was seasick or had one too many drinks. The woman regained composure and continued taking photos. Christopher walked up to her confidently. "Hey! What's going on here ma'am?" the woman took a deep breath "ohhh... i'm just taking pictures for my modeling agency." she tried to break eye contact with him but he was up in her face. Christopher began; "Oh cool! I just LOVE modeling!" "that's great" the woman said, hoping he would get the message to back off. Christopher stood there a few moments longer. Finally, he worked up the nerve to ask the big question. "Could i... Could you take some pictures of me?" the woman was wearing sunglasses so christopher couldn't see the pain in her eyes at this question. "Sure" the woman said through her teeth. "This is just great! Your modeling agency will benefit greatly with my talents" the woman's annoyance simmered down a bit, and her mind went to thinking. She had taken photos for kendall jenner, tyra banks and even cindy crawford. Her name was big in the photography world and she knew that having a model like him would be controversial. She could make a brand out of him. A tiny chin brand! Soon all over magazines, models with tiny chins would be the next thing. Black, white, asian, or indian, having a small chin would soon be the only thing that mattered! And this puny yet built man would be the one who broke the shell! The woman began; "meet me here, five o'clock..." "Don't count on it!" christopher said confidently. He then went back to his and senora's room. Senora, who had grown tired from brushing her hair was half asleep, the other half of her slowly picking cheeto crumbs from the sheets and nibbling them slowly. He looked at her for a moment. He then shoved her off the bed and plunked himself on. Senora got up rapidly and shrieked. "YOU JERK WE'VE BEEN OVER YOU INTERRUPTING MY NAPS!" "can't talk right now senora, I need my beauty sleep." Senora was now fully energized. She jumped on the lying christopher and hawked a lugi. She let it dangle from her lips and then sucked it back into her mouth. "You better move, or you know what comes next." christopher's eyes went wide "we... we can share the bed... just please no! Please senora, NO!" senora's mind dashed back and forth. She could accept his offer and share the bed. She had never shared a bed with a man unless the time she slept in the bed with her cousin when they were four on a family vacation counted. She could also reject this offer and spit in his eye, putting him back in his place. Or she could negotiate some more. She contemplated for a long time and with her hands on his chest she could feel how quickly his heart was beating. He must really have not wanted that lugi in his face. She smirked and looked at him mysteriously. There was chunks of cheetos in her spit. She swallowed her spit and pushed him to the floor and curled up tightly in the middle of the bed like a kitten. Christopher stood up, rubbing his neck. He did not want to get spit on and Senoras fierce look of rage while she slept was enough to keep him on the floor.