"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.
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"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
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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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