Company//S.M. (SLOW UPDATES)

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"Need a picture for my frame,
Someone to share my ring."

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Gigi

"Hey, Al. You know that Shawn Mendes is performing tomorrow." I inform Alexandra.

"I don't care, I don't like him." She bluffs.

I could tell she was lying. She had a whole bunch of posters of him in her old room.

"Right." I start, opening a box of her 'secret' stuff.

"What about this?" I ask her, pulling out one of her old posters.

"That's not mine. That is Vanessa's." She says, quickly trying to make up a lie.

"Right. Well anyway, I have four tickets to go so..." I start, knowing that she couldn't resist THE Shawn Mendes.

"Of course I'll go with you, but who are the other two tickets for?" She asks.

Alexandra

" 'Hati is flying here tomorrow to come, and the other one is for Vanessa." Gigi replies to my answer.

"No, it won't be any fun if my sister comes." I joke.

Having a little sister was a pain to some people, but not to me; I liked having a sister.

She would always borrow my clothes and get into my business.
I knew that she was doing this because she looked up to me, and that was the way the she could express it, or so that's what my mom told me.

"You need to pick out your outfit now because we won't have time tomorrow.
After we pick 'Hati up from the airport, we have to come back here to get Vanessa, then we have to go." Gigi explains.

"Okay, my outfit. Something cute, but not hoeish." I say to Gigi, as she helped me look for something to wear.

"But you are a hoe, so it only makes sense." She jokes.

"Yeah, yeah." I mumble, looking in my closet.

20 minutes later

"Here, it's perfect for looking at the eye candy that'll be on stage." Gigi says, handing me an outfit.

I received a black strappy bralette, a light-wash jean jacket, white jeans with rips in the knees, and black booties, with white details on the zippers.

Yeah, of course. I roll my eyes. Hopefully no one notices me.

"We are models, Alex. I'm pretty sure we could wear anything and people would still recognize us." Gigi says.

I guess I must have said that last part out loud.

"Okay, but doesn't it get overwhelming sometimes?" I ask her. "We can't go anywhere, even a concert without someone knowing us. I just want to have a normal concert experience. Is that too much to ask for?"

Gigi comes over to me a puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, I get it. It absolutely sucks, sometimes we just want a day to be normal people without being judged," She started, "but we signed up for this when we accepted our jobs. We knew what we were getting into."

I let out a heavy sigh and look at her, exasperated because she was absolutely right.

I walk out of my room and enter Vanessa's. I lay down on her bed as she looks at me.

"Do you want maybe, possibly want go to a Shawn Mendes concert tomorrow?" I ask, dragging out the question.

"YES!" She screams, nearly rupturing my ear drums.

"Oh my." I say, as I stand up. "You're not if you're going to scream like that again."

"Oops, sorry Al, but you know how much I love Shawn."

I nod my head and start to help her pick her outfit out.

***

"I can't wait for tomorrow. Thank you so much, Gi." I thank Gigi.

"Your welcome." She says, as she climbs into my bed.

"Uh, what are you doing? There is a guest bedroom down the hall." I say, confused as to why she is making herself comfortable in my bed.

"Well, that bed feels like a rock, and it's right next to the bathroom so." She argues.

"Whatever. You owe me."

"Remember who got you Shawn tickets." She points out.

"Ugh. Goodnight." I say, in a snark attitude, climbing into my bed and turning off the table side lamp.

Tomorrow was all about Shawn.
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