The Photographer ||j.b.||

Chapter 4

Justin

When we left the studio that morning I got back home as fast as I could so I'd be able to be by myself again. I wasn't in the best of the moods and all I wanted was to stay alone get over the freaking hangover and think what I'll do now after everything that happened in my life.

As I reached my house I walked to the spacious kitchen and looked around me, I couldn't handle so much silence, I've missed my brother and sister, I've missed my parents and I've missed Faith so much. I even get to miss older relationships of mine that have no mean to me anymore. I took off my denim jacket and sat on one of the white leather stools taking my iPhone from my pocket and unlocking it. I went to the gallery where I still had pictures of me and Faith saved on my phone. Her then red hair and later dark brown hair were just so beautiful, that big smile on her face and these pretty eyes are the best thing in the world for me. I swiped the pictures and I reached some that we were kissing, the truth is that I miss her more than anything. I went to my contacts and without a second thought, I called her.

I waited for a few seconds and then heard her sweet voice. "Hello?" It was her and she didn't know who it was because she probably deleted my number after all.

"Hey, Fay. It's Justin." I mumbled waiting to hear her yelling at me.

"Oh... Uhm... Hey Justin... What do you want?" She asked and her voice was colder than ice.

"We need to talk Fay. Please, I need to talk with you..." I whispered and walked outside to the pool sitting on the white pillow of the wooden armchairs.

"Justin we can't talk. I need to go because I'm in the studio recording right now!" She said and I didn't let her for one more second.

"No Faith just listen to me for one time! I missed you more than anything and I wanna talk with you about what happened! Tomorrow I'll be at your home to take you out. Please be there. See you baby-girl..."

I was done and I hung up without giving her the chance to say no, this time she will let me tell her about everything that happened. I looked around and put my phone on the white pillow of one of the sun beds. I took off my white t-shirt and Vans then my beige trousers and only in my boxers I jumped in the pool letting myself stay under water for a little. It was freezing cold because of the way I got in, but it didn't bother me. I had so much to think about, the mysterious photographer girl, Faith, the rumours, my life, my family and friends, but most of all the photographer. That girl made me feel something I never felt again since I was seventeen. She made me feel like when I was with Sophia that night. What's going on with her? And she has the same name as well.

"I got out the pool and grabbed my phone and clothes. It was freezing cold because it was out of sudden windy so I walked fast to the inside of my house and up to my room. When I got a shower I walked downstairs and sat on the white couch by the window with my laptop and started searching on Google the photographer. I ended up on Wikipedia, as always, and saw many pictures of her on magazines and with her famous boyfriends, but the fact that made me lose my mind was the fact that she was exactly the same person with the Sophia I knew and I couldn't believe it. Why she didn't tell me a thing? Why she tried to keep it secret? She thought that after meeting her and working with her I wouldn't notice? She's so annoying for God's sake! I talked to her and she was acting like she doesn't know me at all! Why?

I grabbed my phone and went to my contacts one more time looking for her number that Scooter gave me, It was still six in the afternoon so she was probably at work due to her schedule so I wouldn't be a trouble if I called for 'work'.

Sophia

I was at the studio checking the pictures from a photo shoot for a big magazine issue when my iPhone started ringing on the black glass office. First I ignored it trying to focus on my work, but it kept going and going so I answered without even checking the caller ID.