When I woke up in the morning, I wasn't in my own bed. It took me a minute to remember where I was and why; I had sex with Fletcher last night. I was in his bed.
I could feel his chest against my back, and his arms wrapped around me tightly, as if I were going to run away. I sighed in content. This moment felt perfect. That is, until I saw the time.
"Shit!" I yelled and he woke up in a panic. "I'm going to be late!" I exclaimed and ran naked to my bathroom. I could hear him laughing before I shut my bedroom door. I quickly washed my hair and the sex feel away before getting out and drying off. I blow dried my hair and brushed it, having no time to do anything but put it up in a pony tail, so that's what I did. Not bothering with a towel, I went back out to my room and into my closet.
"You should put clothes on before I make you even more late to work" Fletcher said from my bedroom doorway.
"Piss off!" I said, but laughed. I put on a bra and matching underwear before slipping into some black leggings and a long sleeve cami top. "Ugh" I groaned in frustration when I couldn't decide what to wear. It wasn't the actual show today, just prep for it, so I went with a simple green jumper, and put on some heeled booties. "Why are you sitting in here? You could be making me breakfast!" I exclaim, seeing Fletcher sitting on my bed, fully dressed in coloured jeans and a striped jumper.
"I'll drive you to where you need to go. It's still raining" he says, avoiding the question. I didn't bother asking again and continued rushing around to get my things together.
"Okay, let's go" I say and we leave. The elevator ride was silent, but not awkward, for once. We rushed out to his car and got in, and I put in the address of where I had to be into his built-in GPS.
"Have a good day. Call me if you need a ride back" he says as we sat outside the building.
"Thanks. I'll let you know" I smile and turn to leave the car.
"Sammy" he says and I turn around, only for him to smash his lips to mine. "Have fun" he grinned and I left his car, running in the rain to get inside. I walked past the receptionist, who was flirting horribly with the mail man, and went to where the runway was set up. I walked into the room and looked around in awe. I go to these all the time, more than I see my own family, but this one was amazing. There was a pure white long runway set up, with black fold-out but comfy seats sat around the runway in five perfected rows. I walked to the end of the runway and stepped up onto it, and walked down with my heels clicking to go back stage. There were people scattered around, sorting things out and all. As I turned the corner to go backstage and off the runway, a model passed me, to practise her walk. All the models were in sweats and t-shirts, because it was just a rehearsal.
"Sammy! Thank God you're here" Georgia said when she saw me. I walked to her and look at the list she handed me. She went back to her phone call, mouthing a 'thank you' to me before she turned and left the noisy room. First thing on the list; confirm all the models for tomorrow. I started with the ones that were here, then looked through my 'work contacts' book to call the others.
Thankfully, all the models were still a go for tomorrow. Saved my head.
Now, for the rest of the list...
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Lost Love
Teen FictionSeven years on from senior year, the 'gang' is still in New York City together. All, except Fletcher. He and the boys have spoken every now and then, but not once has he spoken to Sammy. Which is what she wanted, right? Well, it's what she thought...