Camera Boy (lennstarr)

puppy love

(j.l)

"what are you working on?" cynthia whispered in my ear and i slammed down the laptop screen, forgetting that my hand was still there.

"cynthia you asshole!" i yell and she giggled.

"you didn't answer my question though," she smirked and tossed back her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "what are you writing about?"

"oh it's nothing to your interest." i mumble and ignore the familiar heating of my cheeks.

"oh come on, you're blushing." cynthia whines and i give in, opening up the screen again so that she could read out my scribble.

in new york city you are often faced with oddball sights and you can't help but to stare. but today i have managed to see otherwise.

now, photographers are seen as pointless, bland, unexplained, idiotic. but i never thought that i'd ever lay eyes on someone so gorgeous. and what was this person you ask, a photographer that's what.

he had these pretty cobalt blue eyes that i couldn't stop staring at and these remarkable pale pink lips that were just oh so wonderful to look at. anytime he lifted up his arm to take a picture his lips would snarl back and you could see bright white slightly crooked teeth that were hidden. he had a lot of bracelets on his wrists and at least two rings on each hand! his hair was a wispy brunette color, soft to the touch you could say.

now, i'm not saying that i fancy him or anything, but i'm certain that he's caught my attention one hundred percent.

until further notice- john w. lennon

"john," cynthia is grinning widely and i already know the outcome. "who did you see and what was his name and oh god do have a boyfriend now?"

"it was a photographer, i don't know his name, and no i have no boyfriend." i answered and looked down at my laptop, trying to hide my blush.

"oh johnny you have to have to go back to that place tomorrow!" cynthia squealed and skipped all over my office, chanting the whole time "johnny's got a boyfriend."

"oh shut it powell." i grin and return to my article.

"whatever you say boss." she winks and finally leaves the room.

i lay my head in my hands, letting the heat in my cheeks start to die down. why was i so obsessed over this man? what was so attractive about him?

"oh i'm fucked," i groan and let my head hit the keys of the laptop. "so so fucked."