𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐭𝐰𝐨

❛ 02 ❜

CARS QUICKLY PASS BY LUCKY'S CAR

on the highway and y/n tries not to laugh as they do so while honking. "Go around!" Lucky raises his voice as if the woman in the other car could hear his demands.

"I told you this was a bad idea." y/n turns to look at Solana in the backseat but gets jerked back as he switches lanes. "Jeez Lucky."

Solana laughs and looks through her purse for something. "He's seventeen and hasn't driven on the highway, he needs to grow up."

"Careful, you're starting to sound like mother dearest now."

She slaps the side of y/n's head in a second, and she winces whilst bringing a hand up to rub the spot. "If you really love me you'll never say that again."

"I'll think about it," y/n replies playfully. A song y/n liked comes on from Lucky's playlist, and as she reaches to turn the volume up, his hand slaps hers away. "What the hell?" she frowns.

"He can't see if the music's too loud," Solana says.

"I need concentration, I can't get that if y/n is singing like a dying bird right next to my ear."

y/n's mouth gaped at the insult, she also hadn't thought he heard her singing under her breath. "Rude! I lied, that shirt doesn't go with those pants." Solana is the one to gasp at y/n's somewhat comeback. Lucky was into fashion like Juniper so she knew that would make at least his eye twitch.

Lucky rolls his eyes and raises a middle finger, "Eat my pants."

"Eat mine first."

"Alright!" Solana leans forward. "Let's all refrain from eating each other pants and learn to forgive and forget. Lucky is stressed from driving and you were just trying to listen to tunes, no need to get upset." Thankfully Lucky was getting off the highway as she was giving her motivational speech and all returned to normal.

"I can forgive him for telling me to eat his pants."

"I can forget that you ever insulted what I wore."

Solana grins triumphantly, "Mother dearest couldn't have done that."

As Lucky pulls up to the photo studio y/n sees Cleo already waiting for the three to arrive. Her arms raise and she calls them over from the other side of the parking lot embarrassingly loud. "We started shooting a half hour ago!" her head shakes disappointingly and she reaches out to grab y/n and Lucky's shoulder when in reach. It was normal for y/n and her younger siblings to be involved in her older sister's fashion campaign for their upcoming line. y/n found it a bit odd since modeling or fashion wasn't something she was too interested in like the rest. Her mind enjoyed what was underneath the clothes more. Too much.

The studio was already full of models taking pictures in their outfits, some were still getting fitted and walking around half-naked without a care in the world, and y/n tried to be as nonchalant as possible without having her eyes be drawn to the amazing abs the boys had to offer. Lucky was quickly pulled aside to join the models getting dressed while y/n was pulled to hair and makeup.

"Hi y/n," Petra, Cleo's number one makeup artist, and hairstylist comes up behind y/n. She meets her eyes through the mirror and matches her smile.

"Petra, hey." it was nice to see a familiar face and y/n relaxed more in the chair when she lightly drags her fingers through her hair. She gets started right away and y/n sits completely still as she works. y/n watches her make progress in the mirror until about halfway through her hair she catches the eye of someone in the background. He had been talking to another group of guys but every so often his eyes would drift in her direction and since he was painfully attractive y/n took note of every time, each one making her even more anxious as to what could happen.