Hey guys (:
So this is the start of my new janoskians/luke brooks fan fic, The Only Exception. It's my first ever fan fic so i'm sorry if it's not that great, and I don't even know if people will read but we'll see (:
Enjoy :) xoxo
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I opened the door and took a deep breath in. Rebecca, you can do this.
It was my first day of my new job here in LA and I was so nervous. In fact, nervous was an understatement. I was petrified.
So much had changed and it was all happening so fast. I'd moved to LA about two weeks ago now, from my home in Melbourne, to start a new life. I wanted a career in fashion and this seemed like the perfect place to start. I didn't just come to LA for the career though, I was running. Running from the demons of my past. But they were locked away at the back of my mind for now.
All I had to think about was getting to work. The streets of LA were so busy, and so very different from my home. I'd spent the last two weeks sight seeing and settling in so I guess I should be used to seeing all the palm trees and the beach by now, but I wasn't.
It was then that my phone started to ring. Mum, I groaned, looking at the caller ID. I hit decline and decided I'd deal with her later.
Finally I arrived at work, just on time, thank god. I looked up at the huge building that towered over me. Runway Magazine. It was a huge fashion magazine, one of the best selling, and I felt so honoured to have my new job here, even if I did have to overcome some nerves first.
I stumbled into the reception/lobby area, getting trapped in the revolving door. How embarrassing, I cringed, as I noticed passerby's smirking and sniggering at me. The women that marched past me were so different to me. They almost didn't seem real, like barbie dolls. They strutted through the lobby, tapping at their iPhones and touching up their lip gloss, Starbucks in hand, and sky scraper heels. I looked around me and then back down at myself. I thought I was dressed ok, I mean I was only a photographer after all. I was wearing some simple flats, and a smart shirt and skirt. But seeing all these Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada, and god knows who else, all around me, I couldn't help but feel out of place.
I walked up to the main desk and introduced myself.
"Hello...I'm Rebecca Jones, I'm supposed to start here today?" I said uncertainly, handing her my papers. I felt so shy and belittled in this scary environment.
She looked me up and down for a few seconds, her perfectly filled in eyebrows raised, before tutting and tapping at her keys. She whispered something to the girl next to her who looked up at me, covering her mouth with her hand and looking down at her keyboard trying to hold back a laugh. Was everyone here this mean? Honestly I felt like I was back at high school again.
"You're in the Arts Department, I suggest you get there quickly before they begin." She said, handing me an ID pass.
"Um..ok..where is the Arts Department?"
"Third floor! Take the lift" She said sarcastically, like it was general knowledge.
I thanked her through gritted teeth, then took my pass and papers, went through the security barriers and headed for the lift. Maybe things would get better once I actually got into the work? Yes, things can only get better, I sighed.
I was wrong. Things got way, way worse.
I made it to the Arts Department only to be greeted by more problems. Everyone was rushing around frantically and I wondered what was going on.. where was I supposed to go?
"Excuse me, are you Rebecca James?" A tall, slim, girl approached me. Another Barbie doll.
"Rebecca Jones" I corrected her.
"Sorry?" She frowned. "Follow me" She hurried down corridor after corridor. Wow this place was huge. I struggled to keep up with her in my flats, how on earth did all these women walk around in their skyscraper heels and boots?!
"Rebecca as you know you'll be an intern for the time being, which means you're at the bottom of the pile, you're the newbie, you take orders from everyone else. Got it?" She questioned.
"Yes" I mumbled
"Louder Rebecca. God help you in this place if you haven't got a voice for yourself." She frowned. "I don't believe I've introduced myself. I'm Daphne, and well, you're basically the new me. I worked hard for two years to get promoted to where I am today." She said, looking at her already perfect reflection in the mirror. God she was full of herself. "If you need anything you can come to me but I'm not a childminder or a tutor, I expect you to settle in within the week. Now you better get to work."
Daphne had me start off by printing out photographs and cut them out. Great. It was hardly the photography job I'd dreamed of. But it's a start, I thought to myself.
"Speed up Rebecca, a million girls would kill for this job"
"Speed up Rebecca, speed up" I whined down the phone to my best friend Lucy, mimicking Daphne. She was in fits laughing.
"God Bex she sounds like such a cow"
Lucy really was the best friend ever. She was the one good thing I'd left behind in Melbourne. And now who knows when I'd see her, I'd have to make do with quick phone calls on my lunch break like this one. I laughed away with her for a while when I stopped.
"Bex are you still there?" Lucy called.
I was distracted by something in the distance. Five boys. They seemed to be doing some kind of dance routine. I couldn't really see that well but I was sure I saw one of them with a camera.
"Talk dirty to me!" One of them shouted. Australian, I thought instantly. They were Australian!
"Lucy I'll call you or skype later ok? I've got to go. Love ya, bye" I said hanging up.
Without even thinking about what I was doing, I walked over to the group of boys and tapped one of them on the shoulder...
