𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛 - 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘺

Chapter 4

Serenas Pov:

I confusingly take the piece of paper that was handed to me and walk speedily with Morrissey back to the shoot area.

I stand next to my father while Morrissey stands with the group.

"Okay, just do whatever's comfortable."

I see Morrissey lay down on the grass. Slowly followed were the other boys laying on their stomaches as well.

"Okay then. " My father clicks the shutter button a few times.

(A few pictures pass)

I still have not been instructed to do anything, I wonder why i was brought here.

"Morrissey, are you ready for your shot? Did you decide on what it is you're going to be doing?"

"Yeah, I just want to be squatting sort of? By the pond so my reflection is visible. I hope thats alright." Morrissey says, with his hand up to his mouth.

"Okay, sure."

The shoot ended, and i grabbed my bag and went over and started up my car. I am still curious as too why I didn't do anything. Well, didn't do much. All i did was set the camera to focus. But it was still odd.

I snap out of my thoughts when I remember my car is started up already. I try to make it through the drive home.

I get home and put my coat on the rack. But before I go into my room, I pull Morrissey's phone number out of the pocket. Should i call him? I mean, I had just started reading the book. Theres not much to talk about.

I take a quick glance at the clock. 4:30pm. He wouldn't mind me calling today, right?

My mind is overflowing with thoughts as I walk over to my house phone.

I stare at it intently. 

2 minutes pass and I decide to call him.  After 3 rings, I hear a voice coming out of the other end of the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, its Serena. You gave me your phone number at the shoot today?" I say, trying to contain the nervousness in my voice. He really is sort of attractive. Is that weird to say?

"Oh, hello Serena. I saw that book you were reading and I just wanted to hear your thoughts. I really enjoy Oscar Wilde."

I wait a few seconds before answering.

"Oh I uh, I just started reading it. I don't have much to say really. Sorry to disappoint" I say, chuckling slightly.

I can feel my heart thumping out my chest. I had no idea why i was so nervous.