My meaning of "FOREVER"

Chapter 4: Sick Forever?!

Julianna's POV

"OK, and that's a wrap!" The director of the shoot announced. I fixed my wardrobe and headed off to the side to where Noelle was absentmindedly cleaning her lens- of the camera. I feel the need to clarify since she wears glasses so... you know.

Anyway, it's been a few weeks since it was revealed that Noelle would be getting a second model. She was the target of both amused and envious remarks because of her reputation of being "brand new".

I immediately assumed that it would be Camille, since those two seem insanely close all of a sudden. I wonder who it is. Camille told me it wasn't her... also, ever since that was announced, Noelle seemed more down than ever. Just who is this person that is making my sweet, sweet partner, Noelle sad?

I am going to CRUSH him... her.

"H-hailey! A-ah, you're kind of.... Killing the cup."

"Huh?" I look at my hand. Sure enough, the hard plastic cup in my hand was crushed and my hand sported a small cut.

"Ju-Hailey! You're hand is bleeding!" Noelle ran over to me after grabbing a conveniently placed first-aid kit nearby.

"You should really be more careful since your body is essential for your job!" She scolded as she patched up my hand.

"Ano ba kasi, hindi ka nag-iingat!" She told me in a foreign language that I assumed was her native language from her country.

"Ummmm... Noelle?"

"Just hold still until the bleeding stops!" I smiled. She really was too kind. She still had enough concern for me to the point of putting aside her own troubles and putting others first. That was just a quality she had, it was the one she used on the models, that attitude of kindness.

So what was her problem? WHY was she keeping it from everyone?

I stared at the worried girl, trying to decipher what hing put such a melancholic feel on our cute Noelle?

'Please Noelle, tell me'

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Camille's POV

Noelle! What has been bothering her lately? My charismatic photographer... what-or to be more precise, WHO did this to you?!

I swear once I get my hands on that guy- gal's neck I'm gonna...

Oh hi! If you remember me, I'm Camille DelaRossa.

Ah, when the big boss gathered all the models about 2 weeks ago, and announced that he would be assigning a second model to Noelle, I really wanted to be that person! I want to work with her.

The person who made it all better... for me.

That's why I was so disappointed when i found out it wasn't me.

BUT WHO THE HECK WOULD PUT SUCH A SAD EXPRESSION ON NOELLE'S FACE?!

"hah..."

"Are you alright Camille?" My manager asks me with heavy concern. "If you're not feeling well, you should rest."

"No, I'm okay. Just thinking about something." She looks at me for a fair amount of time, trying to check for any hints that suggest I am lying, then sighs when she finds nothing.

"Fine. But be careful okay? I hear there's a flu going around and I don't want you to catch it."

"Yes Ma'am." She pats my head and walks away probably to deal with a few photo adjustments.