The Good Or Bad Type

Chapter 13

"Good evening Prince Type. I'm so happy to have you here." A random dude said bowing to me
"Uh, thanks."
"I'm Miller," still nothing and it must have dawned on him because he continued "the designer."
"Yes of course, lovely to meet you." I smiled
"And Léo Tussaint, I've been looking forward to meeting you all week, I've heard so much about you." He said shaking Léo's hand.
"Same here, you're such an inspiration, Miller."
"Oh don't." He waved away dramatically pretending to blush.
"Shall we get you both ready then?"
"Yeah sure." I nodded
"Nobody else coming?" He said peering behind us,
"They're coming for the show later." Léo told him
"Oh good, I do miss Harrold. He was so easy to work with."
"Yep." Léo smiled but the atmosphere has suddenly become awkward. Did something happen that I missed?
"Well if you just take Type through to the changing room and yeah, the stylists will be through soon." He nodded, bowed then walked off.

Léo took me through to a room filled with men. When I say filled there couldn't be less then 40 men in there. Naked men.
"Don't we get our own cubicles?" I asked hopefully
"Nope." He chuckled "I can request one."
"Yes please." I nodded
"I'll be back in a sec."
"Don't leave m-" I started but he'd already gone. Now what?

"Your Prince Type right?" An attractive man said coming over to me. He was way to good looking to be human. He had beautiful everything. Beautiful eyes, beautiful hair, beautiful teeth, beautiful freckles. Ugh. Men. I can't. Where's Léo?
"Yep." I smiled. I say smiled but from his perspective it was probably more of a stare.
"I'm Dex." Dex? What sort of name is Dex? Ugh names give me icks.
"Hi." I waved. He was a meter away from me but I waved anyway.
"What's up Deck." Léo said coming from behind me
"Not much Leo. What about you?"
"Léo." I corrected but neither of them looked at me
"I'm smashing." Léo replied keeping the hard stare. "I got us a changing room, come on Type." He said gently pulling me backwards
"By Dex." I waved again
"By Prince, I'll see you later."

"He was nice." I said
"No, he wasn't."
"Oh."
"Dex is a bad sort of model."
"There's good and bad types?" I questioned
"Of course there is. He gets with anyone if it boosts his fame. You would help him there."
"He's not gonna get with me." I assured. Wait a second. Us? US? "What do you mean you got US a room?"
"I convinced Miller to let us change somewhere else." He shrugged
"In different rooms?"
"Than the others? Yes. Than each other? No. There's not that much space."
"I don't wanna change with you." I glared
"It's me or them Type." I thought about it for a second before giving in and just agreeing.
"Okay fine. I'll take the separate room."
"Good. I had to beg for it."
"Aw you begged for something for me. That's cute." I mocked
"I have no issue with you getting changed with them so stop being you for 5 seconds."
"1."
"Don't you dare." He warned
"2."
"Type..."
"3"
"Type Windsor I'm warning you."
"4"
"If you count 5 I swear to god."
"5." I laughed before running away and hiding
"Type stop being a child." But I could tell he wasn't angry yet so I continued hiding. "Stop being silly."
"You only said 5 seconds." I chuckled
"The way this is going, I'm not gonna let you live another 5 seconds." He grumbled
"Is that a death threat towards the royals." I teased
"No. It's towards one royal. That one royal just happens to be you."
"How generous."
"Aren't I always." He chuckled "come on we have to get dressed."
"Now?"
"Yep now. Then make up and hair."
"Okay fine, I'm coming."
"Good boy."
"I'm not your dog." I said shoving him as I came back into view
"Yeah I know you're not my dog."
"You're mine." I smirked "You're my bitch."
"I'm so glad we're not in prison."
"Aren't you always?" I replied confused. Did he make another joke I just don't get?
"Aw Type." He said and then we got dressed without another word. We had a silent agreement not to look at each other but I wanted to see. Not in a pervy way, my curiosity was just getting the better of me.

"Eyeliner." The make up artist sighed "always eyeliner. You'll look stunning in it." She told me "it's so hard to do on Asians though."
"I'm right here." Léo glared "stop being a bitch Zoe."
"Chill Léo." She dismissed "your skin is stunning."
"Thanks." I replied trying not to move as she applied the layers of makeup to my face. It was barely my face by the end of it. It looked good though. But of course it all looked better on Léo. Everything about him just screams fashion and sex and a crazy level of hotness that nobody else can have. God has favourites. Zoe may have found the eyeliner hard but oh my god it looked good. I hope I'm not giving away the gay in me.
"Thanks Zoe." I nodded getting up
"Where do you think your going?"
"Uh... to the cat walk."
"Wrong. You're staying here while we do your hair." Ugh save me please.