Until Forever

Snapshot

Chapter 5: Snapshot

LOGAN'S P.O.V:

I woke up feeling so refreshed. Hmmm why didn't my alarm clock go off. I looked at my alarm clock. Shit! It wasn't even plugged! I must've tripped over the wire last night or something. I grabbed my phone to check the time. Shit! It was 1:30 pm! I was supposed to be at the studio at 1 pm! Oh yea, I work with big time director Michael Parker. He's directing a new film and at college, my assignment was to get good pictures of people on and off stage, or set. Did I mention that I go to college? Oh well I'm Logan Baker, I'm 18 and I love taking pictures. I hope to become a photographer.

Anyways, I rushed to the bathroom and well....you know, I did my business in there. Then I went to my room and changed into a pair of black jeans and wore a grey hoodie on top. I grabbed my bag and put my camera and phone in it. Thank god my mom was home. Yea, I live with my mom. It's not really embarrassing or whatever. She's my best friend. Okay, that sounds a bit cheesy, but I've never really had a friend before. Besides, my mom is always there for me. , she winked before handing me a $20 bill. Gotta love mom! , I said before kissing her. I grabbed a granola bar and dashed to my car.

Well it wasn't really my car, it was my dad's. He passed away when I was 12. He was a firefighter. But one day a school caught on fire. There was still a little girl inside, but the flames were spreading quickly and it got too dangerous to go in. But my dad wasn't a quitter. He went inside and saved that little girl's life. He gave her his firefighter coat which protected him from the fire, but he was no longer protected and died. She's 13 now and she's a happy and healthy girl. I'm pretty sure my father's happy that he saved her life. I don't think he regrets giving up his life for hers. I didn't even notice that I started to cry a little. I just miss him so much!

Before I knew it, I was at the studio. Shoot! I saw Mr. Parker's car already parked. Ha-ha! Parker and parked! I make stupid jokes when I'm nervous. As I walked inside, I took out some pictures that I got printed. They looked great! But why did they come out so blurry? My glasses were always spotless. Wait! My glasses! Shit! I left them at home! How the hell could I see the pictures now?

I had to stare really hard at the pictures to kind of see what they looked like. And honestly, I looked like a freak. So I decided to put my pictures back in my bag after getting weird stares from everyone. Instead I took out my camera. With or without glasses, I can always take a perfect picture! I took some pictures of the makeup artists applying makeup on some of the extras. Pictures of all of the different costumes. And some pictures of a few actresses. They were stunning and looked great! But I didn't really find any of them 'beautiful' inside and out. They seemed like the type who slept with every guy here. Well obviously not me!

I left the girls to take some more pictures. I've taken a lot of pictures, of both males, not in that way, and females, again not in that way. I'm not gay or a pervert. What I mean is that, I felt as if none of those women had inner beauty. They all seemed fake. I wanted something that was real. It's like my prayer was answered almost instantly because I saw the most beautiful girl in the world running towards my direction! She was gorgeous, even from afar, but she looked.........sad! She was crying!

I had to do something. But what? I didn't even know her! But I had a sudden urge to want to know her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. I wanted to hold her waist and feel her soft lips against mine. I wanted her to be mine. Woah! What was I even thinking? Screw kissing her, I don't even know her name! But why did I feel that sudden urge to? Why did I find her so beautiful when I've worked with so many models? Why did my heart beat faster when I laid my eyes upon her? How can I feel this when I don't even know who she is?

I guess we were both lost in thoughts because all of a sudden, we were both on the ground. Ow! I felt kinda sore! Shoot my camera fell! I picked it up. Phew, it's fine! I felt so relieved. I couldn't break this camera. My dad had given it to me for my 11th birthday because I always had a passion for photography. This camera makes me feel as if we are still connected. I picked up my bag and got up. I stopped as I saw that beautiful girl laying lifeless in front of me. I panicked so I picked her up bridal style and placed her on a sofa in one of the empty dressing rooms. I was hoping she'd be alright, so just to be on the safe side, I called a doctor. I then called Mr. Parker and told him what happened. But when I described the girl he sounded really worried.

She couldn't be his wife, she was too young, plus he had sex with Karen in her dressing room. Ugh! Just the sight of Karen makes me want to barf! She is such a slut, and she's an asshole too! She got mad at me for refusing to go to her dressing room to take pictures of her. The way her fingers crept up my chest made me feel uncomfortable, and I wasn't taking my chances by being alone with her, in her dressing room.

Anyways, I had no idea who this beautiful girl is. Maybe she's a fan who broke in. I dunno who she is, but all I know is that when she's conscious, I will not be in this room. I'm way too shy to talk to people! I knew that the doctor and Mr. Parker would be coming soon, so I had to leave. I was about to go, but what I didn't notice was that her fingers were entwined with mine. It looked so beautiful and I wish I could stay in that moment forever. But I really had to go. So I did the only thing I could do. I grabbed my camera and took a picture of our hands holding each other's. It was the perfect snapshot.