A photographer with a secret blog and a pop star who's lack of a love life is ruining his career, team up to fulfill both of their wants. She gains popularity, stays out of prison, and also receives the not-so-bad byproduct: money; while he and his...
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I am not a good person. I've accepted my status on the teetering scale of ethics and morals, and I think that that alone makes me a better person than others but, I am not a good person.
I think that because I understand where I stand and that I know who I am as a person, and who I will continue to be until money doesn't make my world spin, I could be considered, at the very least, a decent person.
Now what could I possibly have done that would make me think of myself as a walking negative sign?
I'm a photographer.
I smile up at my client, Sarah, as she steps through the snow covered flowered field and toward me, her smile wide and shaking from both excitement and the cold to see the results of the maternity shoot we just spent the last three hours perfecting. "You looked amazing, Sarah. I promise you'll love each and every one of them." My finger clicks the arrows on my camera as I scroll through each of the photos quickly, my eyes scanning for the best raw to show her and provide hope for the rest.
I step to the side as she reaches me and throws her large faux-fur coat over her shoulders, our hips now touching. "Here, look," I smile as I show her what I've decided is the best for now.
She gasps as she clutches her large stomach, tears welling in her eyes at the picture of her staring into the frost bitten sky as she held her stomach and stood in the middle of the snow-covered clearing. She looked like a snow fairy with the snowflakes clutched onto the strands of her light brown hair and long, wispy eyelashes. "I love it! Thank you so much, Luna."
I choke slightly as she loops her arm around my neck and pulls me into a tight and uncomfortably cold hug. I giggle politely as I pat her back, her tears soaking the shoulder of my brown jacket. "You don't have to thank me, you paid me to get you perfect pictures and that's exactly what I'll do."
She sniffles as she pulls away, her eyes now red and her apple cheeks blushed in the same shade. "God, you've just been so understanding," she lets out a shallow breath as I hand her a tissue. "Ya know with me doing it all alone and it being so last minute and—I just really appreciate it."
I nod as I watch her struggle to catch her tears, her thanks seemingly endless.
"Really, it's no problem. Let's get you out of this cold, then we can talk some more before you leave, okay?"
She nods as I guide her toward the wooden lodging just up the hill that I've been calling my office for the past few months.
"Are you sure you don't want to spend Christmas with me? I'm not the best cook in the world but I can make a decent ham and—"
I interrupt, my ears almost ringing from her overly appreciative attitude. "It's ok, really. I don't celebrate Christmas too often so I promise it's not a big deal," I giggle lightly as I bend slightly at the knees in an attempt to ease the nerves in her eyes. "I hope you enjoy your Christmas, Sarah."
