Model :: l.r.h (on hold)

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"Okay. Give me a fierce pose." The photographer said to me.

I groaned and made a pose.

I was modeling some merch for some stupid band.

"We're punk rock." They had said.

Sure, sure.

Whatever. I'm pretty sure thy were not punk rock.

5 Seconds of Summer.

That's what they called themselves.

I was hired to model their newest merch.

"Next pose." The photographer said.

"Hey. What if we had her in nothing but an oversized tee shirt and clothes piled at her feet." The one with the oddly colored hair spoke.

"Good idea Michael." The photographer said.

I just glared at him.

I was not taking my pants off.

Especially in front of 4 perverts I hardly knew anything about.

Except that they were pervs.

"Versace King! I did not hire you to stand around! Chop Chop!" My manager yelled at me.

He is the most evil thing in humanity.

"Okay! Just let her take this picture then we'll eat." The one with the curly brownish hair said.

"Thank You." I mouthed as I awkwardly tugged off the black jeans I was given and the begging of this shoot.

I threw the jeans to the side and pulled off my tee.

That left me in my bra and undies.

I swear I saw the one with a quiff gulp and then squirm.

"Umm. Can I have the tee now." I asked shakily.

"Here brat." My manager threw the tee at me.

"What did she..." One started and was cut off. "Did I ask you to talk?"

The band just looked down.

The quiff had his eyes up, staring at me.

I could feel his icy blue eyes staring into me.

"Okay let's go." The photographer said.

The boys were handed buckets.

"Throw these clothes at her and get in the shot while you're doing it." The photographer instructed.

They stood up and started to throw the clothes at me.

I fake laughed and smiled through it.

"Okay! Enough! Break time!" My manager yelled.

I walked over to my bag and pulled out a cotton dress.

I slipped the shirt off over my head and pulled the dress on.

"You coming." The quiff asked as he walked up behind me.

"Yeah." I mumbled as I slipped on some flip flops.

"Luke." Quiff said to me as he stuck his hand out.

"Versace." I said as I shook his hand.

"So where are you from." Quiff, I mean Luke asked me.

"A small town in Florida." I mumbled.

"Florida?" He asked, obviously confused.

"What?" I said.