¸.•*
WILDSTYLE
~
your close out instagram as your phone dialed connies number for what felt like years until he finally answered, and of course you didnt give him time to explain his absence. "yo whys your phone always on dnd we have to leave in like 20 minutes where are you."
"places." he chuckled, "connie cut the shit i need you to be here on time." you whined in annoyance as you looked at yourself in your vanity mirrior you were being pampered by your makeup artist and hair stylist. "Do you like the Smokey look or should I change it?" You makeup artist asked as she moved her hand from your face letting you futherly examine her work. "Hm um you could blend it out more and make it smokier, you could also do a dark brown liner but overall it looks really good." You smiled feeling yourself up as you sat back letting her finish.
"Huh?" Connie said over the phone suspecting that you were talking to him. "Boy nobody's talking to you." Everyone chuckling by your remark Connie huffs into the phone speaker. "Connie on some real shit when are you gonna be here." You asked again hoping you wouldn't have to repeat yourself.
"I'm outside." He said as you heard a car door slam on his side of the phone and before you knew it he was inside of your house and had hung up already.
"HI BEST FRENNN." You said loudly as he closed your front door and followed your voice to the room you were in. "So we're just gonna pretend you weren't cussing me out 30 seconds ago?" Connie said standing there dumbfounded by the switch up making your makeup artist and hair stylist chuckle under there breaths.
You had always dreamt of becoming a model, and after years of hard work and perseverance, just look at where you were now getting your hair and makeup perfessionally done. For the past five years, you had been working as a runway and Instagram model.
You had been passionate about fashion and modeling, and after years of hard work and dedication, you finally achieved your dream. With your striking looks and confident demeanor you quickly gained a large following on social media and was in high demand by top fashion brands.
Despite your success, you never forgot where you came from and was always grateful for the support of your best friend, Connie. You'd both had been inseparable since childhood, and Connie had been there for you through all the ups and downs of your modeling career.
Whenever you felt overwhelmed by the pressures of the industry, Connie was there to lend a listening ear and offer words of encouragement.
But with fame came inevitable challenges and dangers. You found herself facing constant scrutiny and attention from the media and fans, which often made You feel vulnerable and exposed. That's when you turned to her best friend and bodyguard, Connie.
He was fiercely protective of you and always made sure that you were safe and secure, both on and off the runway.
Despite the challenges of being both a friend and a bodyguard, Connie managed to strike the perfect balance between the two roles. He was always there to offer you a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on, while also being vigilant and alert to any potential threats.
You trusted Connie implicitly, and your friendship had only grown stronger over the years, meaning you both shared many happy memories together both on and off the job.
"You know I still love you fren!" You said sarcastically pulling Connie forward by his hand and kissing him on the cheek. "Is the limo outside?" You asked as Connie stood there looking at you as he hesitated to answer. "no." You huffed before calmly responding, "when Connie?"
