Emory Lynch is tired, she is tired and she's craving ice cream. That's the only thing in her mind when she ends up at a store in Hamburg at three in the morning, not knowing a word of German. To her luck, she wasn't the only one in the store. A myst...
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Date: August 20, 2007
After my successful trip to the store, I got home and devoured my ice cream then took a well deserved nap. Now, my insufferable alarm is blaring right in my ears at what I'm sure is an ungodly hour.
I pull the blankets over my head in attempt to either muffle the sound of the alarm or suffocate myself, I haven't decided yet. When the alarm doesn't stop, I drag my blanket away from me with a groan to turn it off and stand up.
"Become a model, they say" I grumble to myself, making my way to the bathroom. "It'll be fun, they say"
I shower and get ready, putting on some low rise jeans and a tight cropped shirt that has 'brat' bedazzled in the front. I do my make up really simple because the make up artist at he place I'm going will probably have to do a whole new look.
Today I'm having the final photoshoot for the brand before I'm free to do whatever I want In Germany until I have to leave with the other models.
Speaking of other models, I hear the door open and shortly after, my best friend stands right in front of me, already ready to go with a coffee in her hands. One thing about Hilary, she never leaves the house without coffee.
"You tried to ignore your alarm again, didn't you?" She asks, siting on the bed and looking in the bathroom as she sips her coffee.
I look at her and smile, she's wearing a bright pink dress with high white boots and a white purse. She reminds me of a Barbie, only difference is that she has black midnight hair instead of blonde.
"You know me so well" I smiled to which she rolled her eyes with a smile.
"Having trouble sleeping?" she asked.
I finished putting on my makeup before grabbing my purse and keys, "I did a little trip to the grocery store for a midnight snack, then got home and slept for three hours before the fucking alarm started screaming at me"
Hil got up and followed me out the loft with a surprised look on her face. "You went to the store alone? you don't even know how to speak German"
I smiled to myself as I got in the passenger seat of her rental car, "Tom helped me"
She banged her door closed and turned her head to me so fast, I swear I heard it snap. "Tom? Who's Tom?"
I shrugged nonchalantly and looked out the window, "Just this guy that helped me figure out the ice cream flavors..." I trailed off.
