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"No Luke. I can't come over today. I have a shoot today." I said into the phone for the last time.

"Baabe" he whined.

"Bye Luke" I said, then hung up.

I knew for a fact that I was already late.

My manager is gonna kill me.

_-_

"King! You are 15 minutes late" my manager screamed at me as soon as I walked into the door.

"Yeah Yeah." I said, slightly flipping him off.

A pile of clothes was thrown at me and I was pushed into a dressing room.

I stared at the closed door with a pile of clothes in my hand wandering what the heck just happened.

Okay.

I managed to pull on the contraption they have given me.

I somehow squeezed my feet into some 10 inch heels that were a few sizes too small.

I walked into the hair and makeup area, ready for another hard day at work

_-_

I knocked in the door.

No answer.

I yelled "Hello!", knocked again, and rang the doorbell.

I heard running and the door opened.

"Versace!" Was yelled.

"Hey Ash." I smiled.

I gave Ashton a quick hug and walked in.

"Is Luke here?" I asked.

"No. Luke and Cal are in the studio today. They won't be home for another hour. Probably more." Ashton explained to me.

He sat down on the couch.

I followed him and sat down in their oversized chair.

I took my shoes off and set my purse down on the floor.

"So." I said.

"So." Ashton said.

"So." I smiled.

"So." Ash giggled.

"Can we make dinner?" I asked.

"Yeah... All I can cook is spaghetti, broccoli, and toast." Ashton said.

"Okay, I was thinking, pizza." I said.

"Yeah!" Ashton squealed.

"Pizza?" A groggy voice said from in the kitchen.

I turned around to see colored hair peaking through the glass door by the kitchen.

"Ey Mike." I called.

"Versace?" He asked.

"Yeper" I smile.

"Are you making pizza?" Michael asked me.

"Ashton and I are." I said.

"Oh. I don't like to cook. Can I supervise?" He asked.

"Sure." Ashton spoke up.

Michael walked into the house in his boxers and slightly sunburnt.

"Excuse his manly hood." Ashton apologized.

"I work in the modeling business, he's fine." I said, hoping to ease the situation.

"Okay. Let's get to work." I said.

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