Dying To Be Perfect (Ruby Rose fanfiction)

Chapter 7

after being worked to death by vogue, interviews , quotes, video ads, youtube commercials, I couldn't stop thinking about her. what she was doing, how if I could re-do our time together how different it would've been. I have never been so emotional over a few simple kisses. I couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same, even though I ruined the moment. she seemed upset, right I mean does that mean she is into me? or just wanted to hook up?

-- my thoughts were interrupted 

"um, mer? what the hell your so late!" Charlie knocks on my dressing room door 

"yeah, I'm sorry. I totally over slept." I rub my forehead.  and clear my head for a second from all my ruby thoughts.

--- after the shoot 

I couldn't get ruby off my mind I needed to find her asap. I needed to talk to her. now, 

after what we shared she was all I wanted and I all I could think about, I sound repetitive I know, but honestly i have never been so stuck before.

"hey Meredith do you need anything?" my assistant assigned to me for this shoot asked 

"yes, could you please get the number to reach a woman named Ruby Rose? its urgent." I smile at her as she nods and leaves the room. 

I turn and look into the long vanity mirror and stare at my reflection, I took a deep breath and close my eyes with a grin across my face. 

"who's ruby?" Charlie questions as she sits on the couch in my dressing room taking a bite into her apple. 

"hmm?" I pretend not to hear her 

"ruby? you sent your assistant to find a contact number for her?"

"you heard our conversation?"

"yeah I was just right next door mer." 

"right, right. well she's just someone I met a while ago." I couldn't make up a better excuse! and  if I'm being honest here, I really am not good at lying. it almost comes very obviously to many people when I'm telling a lie.

"oh thats great, anyways..." she trails off "I was thinking we could maybe go to Rome next? I've never been and I really..." 

"no char. I'm not going to Rome!" I laugh 

"what why?"

"because! I need to get home and get my life back together! I need to start school and be normal aside from the exciting trips and the fancy parties and, I don't know Charlie maybe figure out what I wanna do when I wanna quit modeling?"

"your funny mer..."

"no! I'm being serious! I don't want this to be my life Charlie! I don't want this to be my normal anymore. because its not normal!" 

"were normal mer! your dramatic!"

"Charlie! modeling all around the world and not knowing where your gonna end up in a year is scary. not knowing what your purpose is in life Is scary! I want to figure my purpose in this life."

"ugh your getting all inspirational on me now mer? were young and hot and we don't need to worry about where we end up in a year because you know what? it doesn't matter as long as were happy." she smiles and gets up from the couch throwing her apple away "I gotta go its time for hair and makeup but ill be back and we can go for lunch?"

I nod my head and she walks out, I turn back in my chair and look at my reflection once again. soaking in what I had just built the courage up to say to Charlie. I have never told anyone about my thoughts on everything and that was only a short piece of what I was thinking. 

I slowly hop down from my chair and slide out of my pony tail and let my hair go down on my shoulders and I start combing through it with my fingers gently to make sure I wasn't pulling on knots. 

I hear a knock at the door and I turn to see my assistant, 

"I got a home phone number for her house in Australia, also I got a phone number for a house in England and LA, also a cell number..."

"wow, um thanks. that was a lot quicker than I was expecting honestly." I chuckle 

"yeah well she's not a very private person." she hands me the paper containing all the millions of numbers and walks away.

I take in and memorize the numbers as I bite my lip. I walk over to my phone laying on the desk in the dressing room and dial the cell number, 

**ring ** 

**ring **

**ring **

"hello?" and unfamiliar voice says back 

"hi, um, is this ruby?" I smile and start to blush

"no, I'm sorry who is this?" a harsh tone snaps back 

"oh I must have the wrong..."

"oh no this is rubys cell, but I'm just wondering what your intentions are calling my wife?"

I practically died a little, not with sadness but with.... yeah I won't lie, with sadness. 

"my mistake, would you please tell her a friend from the vogue shoot was just wondering about how she was doing, could you please get that message to her?" I hesitate 

"I guess. but sweetie don't call again." she scoffed and hung up.

I look at the ended 2 minute conversation I visioned to go so completely opposite from how it did. kept re-playing in my head. her wife? 

"mer?" I hear a knock on the big wooden door 

"hmm?" I turn 

"you ready?" Charlie smiles and motions towards the exit. 

"one sec. ill catch up." I grab my bag and crumble the piece of paper and throw it into the waste basket. slide on my sun glasses and walk out.