No Plan B

4

The next days were repeats; I awoke, cleaned up myself, dressed myself, ate breakfast and ran out the door. My manager didn't beat me into the ground, in fact he wrote me the next morning. The letter read:

"Dear my beloved Connor,

I think you should take a week off soon. You have the most vacation days of any of my other employees. Even you are one of the best of the best, I believe you need to get out there and get a real job. Starbucks is for people who are desperate for money or are just using it to pay for their student loans. Please, go look for a good job to support you and your upcoming family.

Love,
Your dearest Stewart Ortega"

Not only is my best friend talking to me about a job, but so is my manager. Maybe I should go back and finish college so I can get a degree in something. When Stew mentioned a family, it got me thinking of I'll ever even have my own family. I've never been on a legitimate date, and I have no romantic experience at all.

I decided to let my mind rest easy and I sat on my couch. I began to think that I should take next week off to explore my options. To start, I was basically forced to start with modeling. I called up Anthony and pressed my phone to my ear.

After several rings, he answered. "Hello, this is Anthony Rodgers with ARC modeling studios: what is it you need?" He greeted as if he was reading a script.

A took a small breath before replying, "I, uh, it's me, Connor. I was at the art museum and you gave me your card to call you if I was, uh, interested in modeling for your company. I wanted to know if I could come by Sunday or Monday next week and try it out?"

I could hear a smile lift on his lips. "Ah, yes. Would it be fine if you came over Sunday and Monday? We are starting to work on a new magazine those first few days and i need to see who is good for what." He responded.

I nodded, with the knowledge he could see me, "Uh, yes. That'll be good. See you Sunday, at, uh, where exactly?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, yes. I'll text you the address. Also, bring clothes that are easy to put on and off." He answered, we said our fairwells and hung up.

My eyes flickered to the digital clock on my phone screen. It was Friday at 12:48 pm. I've got two days to prepare for my big shoot. I texted Stew and told him that I was taking the next week off. He didn't seem to care, so I decided to look at other job options.

My house was ice cold and the heater was broken. I waisted the remainder of Saturday trying to fix it with the fear that I might explode. Luckily, I did not but I had to call a repair technician.

Her name was Casie and she fixed the heater within five minutes. That woman made me feel incompetent about my ability to fix things. Not because the repair technician was a woman, but because she fixed it within minutes and I couldn't do it within five hours.

Hayley came over for our Saturday Movie Night and I had to tell her about the next day, it was my obligation. We turned on Stranger Things (episode 6) and huddled on my couch with my softest blanket, and homemade hot cocoa.

Once we were settled in, I took a deep breath, "Hayley, I'm going to a shoot tomorrow and on Monday." I said suddenly.

Her head shot my way to stare into my eyes. "No you didn't." She denied with serious tone.

I nodded, tucking in my lips. "Yes, I did. I'm probably going to be in a magazine, too and everything." I assured her.

She covered her mouth and squealed happily. "Connor, you are gonna look so stunning in that magazine! In fact, you'll out stun every other model in there, because you are so absolutely gorgeous!" Her hands cupped my cheeks as she spoke to me with most excited tone I've ever heard.