Model // c.h

two; paparazzi

"Ryan! Ryan! Get up we have to go to the photoshoot!" I heard an obnoxious voice say. I peeled my eyes open and my best friend, Dylan, was hovering over me waving her hands in the air.

"Oh, its you" I mumbled pulling the sheets over my head and closing my eyes again. She yanked the sheets off of me and I kicked her off the bed with my foot.

"Hey!" she yelled. "Sorry not sorry" I smiled and ran to my bathroom and locked it before she could whack me with a pillow.

I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth and I realized I forgot to get my towel that was on my chair. I mentally groaned and opened the door slightly.

"Dylan! Could you grab my towel that's on my chair!" I shouted. "It depends" She said suddenly appearing right in front go the door.

I gasped and closed the door a little. "Will you buy me a box of pizza?" she said smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine" I sighed and she passed me my towel. "Thank you" I said and quickly shut the door and wrapped the warm towel around my body.

I opened the door and walked over to my closet. I spent a good five minutes standing in front of it before deciding on wearing a Santa Cruz tie died t-shirt, blue jean shorts and black vans.

I decided to be make up free and I left my brown hair down and I walked downstairs to see Dylan eating my pizza. "Get your own" I snapped, snatching it from her and eating it myself.

"Rude bitch" she mumbled and rolled her eyes. I cheesed at her and finished the pizza.

"I still can't believe your parents trust you to live in a loft all by yourself" she said shaking her head.

"I still can't believe they chose you to be a Victoria Secret angel" I said back. "I still can't believe why I chose you to be my best friend" she snapped.

We laughed and I grabbed my car keys. That was our friendship. We steal each others food, we insult each other, call each other names, but we love each other anyway.

We walked into the elevator and as soon as we reached the lobby paparazzi immediately started taking pictures. "They're literally everywhere" Dylan said and I nodded.

"They're crazy. Remember when we went to that restaurant and when I went to the restroom one of them was in there trying to put their camera under the stalls to take pictures" I said shaking my head. "That was funny" she said laughing and I slapped her on the arm.

I opened the door of my car and quickly got in before they tackled me. I tried to back up but they were all crowding around the car.

I honked the horn to see if they would move but still, nothing. "We're gonna be late" Dylan groaned. I sighed, getting irritated with them.

"Okay I'm gonna get out so I can get them out of them way and you'll try backing up" "slowly" I quickly added.

She nodded her head and I stepped out of the car walking over to the back. "You guys really need to step back so we can leave" I told them trying not to scream.

But of course, they kept taking pictures and didn't listen. I walked across the street so they would follow while Dylan got out of the parking lot.

I hopped into the car ands drove while the paps ran to their cars. "Go faster before they catch up" I laughed. "The cons of being famous" she shook her head. "Ew don't say that word" I said with a look of disgust.

"What word"

"Famous"

"Why?" she asked.

"Because it makes it sound like we're better than everyone and we're not" "We're just normal people" I shrugged. "I also hate the word celebrities and fans" "I'd rather say well known and supporters" "Because when you say 'fans' it sounds like you don't really care" "My supporters aren't my 'fans' they're my friends" I shrugged.

"I never thought of it like that" she said nodding her head. I played a few games on my phone while Dylan played with the radio, trying to find a good station.

"Ugh just hand me the aux cord" I said getting irritated that she wouldn't just choose a station.

She handed me the cord and I opened Spotify. I pressed on one of my playlists and it played "I Got The Keys" by DJ Khaled.

"This is my jam!" she smiled and turned the volume up to the point where I couldn't even hear myself.