Befriending A Stranger [ Evan Peters Fan-fiction ]

Modeling - Chapter 3

- Scarletts POV -

I was beginning to feel uneasy about meeting who I was working with, from what I heard his name was Evan and all the Evans I had met ended up being complete douchebags.

A girl named Rachael shouted out that he was on his way up and that he said he was sorry for running so late. People began setting up things in front of where we were going to shoot, and I became a little more startled by the fact I was modeling with someone and an agency I never worked with before. Normally all my modeling gigs are with people I'm completely comfortable with.

Evan was greeted as he walked in, he was wearing dark blue jeans, a black top, vans, and sunglasses. His hair was dark brown and messy, but not haven't showered for days messy. He looked rather nice, but if he was a complete asshole I was going to leave on the spot.

"Oh, oh! Scarlett come here dear!" Annette shouted and sprinted over to me as fast as she could in her black heels.

Annette took my hand and brought me over to the man I presumed I was going to be working with today. My stomach had formed millions of butterflies it had felt like, yet I didn't quite know why. Evan took off his sunglasses quickly and gave me a smile showing his ravishing dimples.

"I'm Evan." He said taking out his hand and pushing it fourth ready for me to shake.

Lost in my own thoughts I didn't quite show my attention immediately, but quickly resumed myself apologizing for not responding as fast.

"Oh, sorry." I laughed playing it off. "I'm Scarlett." I smiled and looked over to Annette to say something before I was about to faint.

"You two will look great together, they're almost done setting up backdrop. You two can chat for a little, but please get into the dressing rooms soon!" Annette gave a youthful smile.

I nodded and felt as if I was about to choke on my own tongue. I felt so shaken and nervous and I hadn't had a clue why. I had done this before, but everything felt so professional compared to what I had worked with. Don't get me wrong, everything I've worked with wasn't shot in the back of a disease ridden ally. Though there were many more jobs here to be done it seemed, and it looked like everyone had on Gucci and had no time to waste talking to someone like me. Not to mention the unbelievably handsome guy I was going to be modeling with. I was so anxiety filled now that I couldn't even remember what we were shooting for. I guess it had shown a tad because I was quickly ripped from my anxious thoughts with a worried voice.

"Are you alright?" Evan said with a heart shattering look upon his face.

I nodded and grabbed my stomach slightly feeling everything there was to feel build up in my gut.

"Are you sure? I think you should sit down for a second." Evan continued with his hand now on my back leading me to a chair.

Only making me more nervous.

I breathed in and out, taking small breaths trying to get my breathing under control. Evan offered me his water bottle and I gladly took a gulp, or two hoping it'd help. Which it did, but it felt weird taking his water.

"I think I'm good now." I nodded feeling slightly embarrassed at the small scenario, but large one that had happened in my head.

Evan smiled and gestured for me to keep the water bottle then began to speak, "Good, I've worked with a lot of models who've ended up fainting. Did you eat at all today?"

I nodded quickly, which was a lie but I didn't want any type of lecture at the moment. God why couldn't I just form any words? I felt so embarrassed, and adding onto that I'm pretty sure my cheeks are blushing like a baboons behind.

"You don't talk much do you, Scarlett?" He laughed, not trying to be rude, but to lighten up the mood.

I refused to let him think of me that way, so I somehow built it up inside me right after he had said those words, to answer back with a witty response.

"Maybe I ju-" I only got out a fraction of my sentence when Annette came over shouting a little over her normal voice.

"Alright you two, It's time to get changed! Ricky and Paula will take you to your dressing rooms for your first outfit." She smiled and held out her hand for me to take, and gestured for Evan to go and stop distracting us I presume. Make that distracting me.

I reached out my hand to meet Annette's as Evan got up with me and stopped us as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey are you doing alright?" He said handing me the water I had left next to the chair.

I smiled and nodded before Annette pulled me to go meet Ricky who would help me with my outfits. Great, another wordless answer. He probably thought I was going mute, but really it might as well just been his unbelievably good looks.

Ricky and I had met as soon as Annette dropped me off into the ladies changing room. It was glorious and filled with clothes beyond belief, it wasn't packed with models like I had imagined. Though there were a few running around panicking because something didn't fit, or they weren't bright enough to know how to put it on. Which some I didn't blame because some of the outfits looked like a rubics cube to me.

"Oh my god darling you're gorgeous!" Ricky smiled flailing up his hands, then handing me a tight fitting dress to put on.

"O-oh. Thank you!" I laughed feeling a little insecure and taken aback by his sweet over powering attitude.

I grabbed the dress and examined it as I fondled the bottom that looked so tight, almost elastic.

"Um Ricky, are you sure you guys have my size right? I don't think this will fit me-" I stopped and looked at it again. "me correctly." I ended looking through the dress's bottom.

"Nonsense darling, go on and try it on! I'll be right here if you need help, it is a bit of a tight squeeze!" He laughed.

"A bit?" I laughed and raised an eyebrow. I was actually very nervous, but couldn't refuse to try it on. If I had been nervous around Evan dressed like a nun then I don't know how I was going to get through this shoot dressed like a gogo girl who was about to go dancing at the club.

I came out of changing, of course needing help from Ricky, feeling nervous and constantly pulling the bottom down in attempt to cover up. I wouldn't have let a man come in with me, and I wondered why I didn't get Paula instead. Though I didn't think I needed to worry about Ricky, if you understand. Which I was completely okay with, he was the nicest person I think I've ever met.

"See look! You look beautiful honey!" He smiled with pearly white teeth.

"I don't know about that." I admitted and tried my best to shrug it off.

"Oh yes you do, and I bet that dashing boy out there will think so as well when you get out there." He winked at me and basically shoved me out of the changing rooms as I was in front of him.

"Ricky! I-" I turned around but the door to the changing room was closed, assuming Ricky decided to push me out so I couldn't change my mind. I kept consciously pulling the dress down in fear it kept riding up too far.

Annette had came over and grabbed my hand leading me to the white backdrop there was, and I had felt completely vulnerable and nude in this dress. I was about to have another panic attack as she adjusted me.

I'm pretty sure I had one when Evan came out in a black tuxedo walking toward us.