"Stop pouting, it's driving me insane"
Video Games - Lana Del Rey
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Pleasure and pain.
Both that can cripple your pride.
When you're both yelling at each other and screaming profanity in order to insult each other how come it can end up with him pressing you up against the wall in a heated kiss?
When we first met each other it was complicated.
Lucky hated me and I never knew why, he always gazed at me with resentful eyes as if I had spoiled his thoughts with just a mere glance.
Disappointingly I needed to see him 3-4 times a week since he had endless photoshoots here in the studio.
I'm one of the main photographers here, not once have I been asked to shoot with Lucky. He was high maintenance but what can you expect when you're working with beautiful people?
I tried modelling but it didn't cut it for me, I had the looks and all and people would often ask why I did photography instead, all I would tell them was 'Dunno, I'm just better behind the camera'.
Occasionally when I shot with other models, I could feel his intense stare piercing my back.
I couldn't care less. If he hated me I would hate him back. That was until we finally had a conversation:
Minding my own business, I circled the refreshment table picking at the crackers and dips,
"What are you? A vulture? Pick something and go for God's sake", I jumped startled by the harsh voice,
"Excuse me? Who do you think you are? I will stay here for as long I damn well please, and if you have an issue with that I'm sure you can find someone that gives more fucks than I do", I roll my eyes before turning back to the snacks.
I can feel him glaring into the back of my neck, I decide on a slice of watermelon and a bottle of water,
"Really? You stand here for 15 minutes only to walk away with a slice of watermelon and a bottle of water?", he cringes,
"What? Did you expect me to devour half the shit on this table? Don't even try coming after me if you're the one that needs to be watching your diet", I shrug,
"You're so infuriating", he nearly growls. I clench my jaw and glare at him,
"Fuck off", I challenge him. Without saying anything else he grabs my wrist and begins dragging me away,
"Let go of me you creep! What are you doi-" The door slams shut, we're in the prop room,
"You have no idea of what I'm capable of sweetheart", we stand face-to-face,
"Like I give a shit pony boy, you and your privileges' can get the fuck out", I stand cross-armed, his eyes scan my face,
"I could get you fired", he threatens,
"Wow... Using your power to intimidate me? How high of you. " My voice drips with sarcasm, "What are you even trying to do? Honestly you should just stop right now", I roll my eyes at his weak threats.
He's silent for a moment, as if he's unlocking me with his eyes.
He soon realises he'd been staring for too long. His expressions turn cold.
"After all this time... We finally meet and I'm impressed, you surely put up quite a fight.", he looks away,
"Y-you're telling me? Did you intentionally piss me off just to see what I'm made of?", I ask in disbelief and shock,
"What? Couldn't help myself. You look like you wear a mask, I've always wanted to know what you hide underneath.", "I spent all this time figuring you out and now I finally can stop wondering..."
I stood there confused. Then I realised. All those times he spent glaring at me was him trying to understand me, but what is there to understand? I'm as normal as any other person.
"I don't get it, what is there to figure out? And why are you trying so hard to understand me?",
"I feel that if I was able to understand you, I would actually try like you?", he gazed off into the distance like so philosophical narcissist, soon enough I found myself yet again rolling my eyes at his pathetic excuses,
"Well, maybe if you didn't glare at me all the time and actually made an attempt to talk to me like everyone else does, then we wouldn't be here in a fucking prop room", I swear this boy is has issues.
"Yeah. whatever... I firmly believe that the girl should make the first mov- "
"Shut up, I don't want to hear you talk anymore, your excuses are clearly trying to divert me from this argument and I will no longer let you waste my precious time. I have photos to edit and you have people to model for",
"Wait! Just hear me out", he begged, but me being me, I listened.
"I'm sorry I gave you bad vibes, it was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable", I couldn't help but notice them as he mentioned it,
"I just have a funny way of understanding differences... Which is why I think I'm drawn to you." He bit his lip to stop himself from saying something risky,
"You're drawn to me?", I couldn't help but let a sly smile spread across my cheeks,
"I guess? I don't know but I notice the little things you do all the time, and you always seem to be glowing and I've always wanted hold your hands cos they always look fragile and beautiful", He gushed, I couldn't help but swoon at his comments.
"Lucky... I can't tell if that's weird or cute", I felt my cheeks heat up,
"Oh my gosh stop, stop blushing. It drives me insane", his large hands cupped my face, for a second I stood there in shock,
"You're so beautiful... I'm being genuine too. All these girls and none of them can ever compare to you." He said just above a whisper,
"You're so unpredictable... If I remember correctly, you were threatening to fire me just a moment ago." I laughed,
"You know I was joking", A playfulness drifts across his face, soon to be replaced by a smirk,
"No shit", I tried to conceal my smile,
"Truce?" He holds out his hand,
"Truce", I shake his hands, they were so big both my hands could probably fit in one of his,
"Y/n, I'd like to ask you something", we began walking back to the main studio,
"Yeah sure", I turned to look at him,
"Would you like the honours of being my gilded photographer today?", his eyes twinkled,
"It would be my pleasure, Lucky", he seemed to be over the moon with my answer for not even a second later he embraced me with the warmest, most comfortable bearish hug.
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