1957 // A.I (a.u)

Two

Velma // 1957

He's handsome, don't make a fool out of yourself. I tell myself in my head, as I show him to his room. He looks older than me but not so old. Maybe a year or two. 

"So will I get a schedule?" He suddenly says, his voice had an accent to it. Something new I haven't heard before. It was perfect in a sense.

"No, not that i'm aware of, I'll just come get you in the morning before I leave." I say giving him a small smile as he nods agreeing and then we bid each other goodnight. I then went back to my room and began cleaning up my mess from earlier events that occurred tonight. After I finished cleaning I realized it was already 1 in the morning and I had a photo shoot later today. I ended up falling asleep, the strange thing was instead of me waking up Ashton, he woke me. 

"Sorry but Mrs. Fern called and told me your schedule. So you have to be up already." He said softly as he helped me up because well I ended up falling asleep on the floor.

"Thanks honey, now let me go get ready." I smiled as he nodded heading to the kitchen while I went to the bathroom to get ready. I put on a simple sundress and cardigan with a pair of white flats. My make up a copy to Marilyn's and the slightest bit perfume. Sweet enough to remember but not so sweet that you wouldn't want a second take. That's what I always say. Then I look at myself one last time.

"Remember, it's show and you're center stage" I whisper to myself before heading to where Ashton was. He looked good, in a white button up and casual denim black pants.

"Hey there foreigner" I say smugly as he turns around and looks me up and down.

"You look lovely, Ms...umm..." He wandered as I giggled at his distress

"Call me Velma and thank you, you don't look half bad yourself" I say going for a glass of orange juice as his eyes stayed on me.

"So after the photo shoot you have a dinner with a Mr. Roy?" He said as I waved it off knowing what that meant. Roy is a fella who's trying to get me in his pants.

"No, no, that won't be happening tonight. Trust me it's for the best" I smiled as he agreed crossing that off the list of boring events I had to attend. 

"Alright well, how about the interview with the magazine?" He asked and then I grabbed the list and looked at it. It had all my events for the week.

"We'll discuss tomorrow, tomorrow." I said with a smile as he nodded agreeing. Then we headed out to my photo shoot.

"Can I ask you something?" He said as we got into the car waiting for us outside.

"Yes of course" I said as we took a seat

"How old are you? Because excuse me if I sound rude but you look rather young" He said as I giggled at how professional he tried to sound.

"I'm 17 years old and if you don't mind me asking how old are you?" I said playfully as he smiled at my response

"I'm  21, and yes I know i'm old" He said playfully and we carried on this way for the rest of the trip until we arrived to the location for the shoot. When we were getting out of the car he got out first and opened the door for me and then we went in together, arms linked and all smiling and having small talk about nothing. It was lovely to receive attention like this because it was new to me. I could get used to this.