Just Another Drifter {BOOK 1 in the 'Just Another' Series}

Chapter 6- That's a Wrap

"Finished." Seb finally sighs, taking his last shot of me.

He seems worn out, even though he got to sit behind a camera and take pictures of girls in mostly skimpy outfits all day.

I seem to be the only one who isn't in barely any clothes. Are they trying to tell me something?

I make my way back to make up, where I can get changed again, and Fletch follows me in.

"That was amazing Kitty!" He exclaims, spinning my my chair around so I'm facing him.

"You really think so?!" I squeal, placing a hand on either shoulder.

"Hell yeah!" He exclaims.

I let out a little shriek and pull him down on me, embracing him in a bone crunching hug.

"I can't believe that I've never noticed how pretty you are before." He smirks, pulling away.

"Thanks." I blush, turning my head a little.

Okay, you got me. I blush anytime when someone gives me a compliment.

"How long 'til we can leave?" He asks.

"I'll be a few minutes, go entertain yourself." I chuckle, shoving him away.

"Okay, see you in a bit. I'll just be busy staring at some models." He winks.

"Shut up, Fl- Lee!" I shout after him. Correcting myself, forgetting that Seb thought his name was Lee.

I get down to brushing the hair spray out of my hair and removing the many layers of foundation. Everyone seems to have gone. All the other models either finished shooting a while ago or enjoy wearing way too much make up.

I however cannot stand it.

I begin to rub fiercly at my cheek, I stop for a moment when another reflection appears in the mirrow. And it's not Fletch.

"So, you actually have a boyfriend." Seb sighs.

"Yeah." I chuckle, still only looking at him through the mirror.

"I.. I kinda thought you were making it up." He scratches his neck awkwardly.

"Why would I do such a thing?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

To make him jealous, remember?

"I dunno." He laughs. "Are you two.. Serious?"

"Mmm, kinda. Few months, nothing too huge, why?" I bite down on my lip, turning to face him.

"Oh, I was just wondering." He sits in the chair beside me.

"Why?" I narrow my eyes at him, knowing full well how I wanted him to answer.

Because I like you Kitty, I really do.

"Because I haven't seen you kiss once." He snickers.

My eyes widen and my mouth parts a little, how am I supposed to get around this? I can't kiss my best friend!

"Well.. I ... Didn't feel it was apporpriate." I shrug.

"You don't like kissing him? Is he a bad kisser?" He raises an eyebrow.

"No, I just.. Didn't want to ruin my lipstick."

"I'm sure they could have done touch ups?" He sits back in his seat.

"Yeah but I... I'm working." I huff.

"Knew it." He stands to leave.

"Knew what!?" I hiss.

"I knew you were making it up." He laughs.

"I am not!" I gasp.

"You so are, why wouldn't you kiss your own boyfriend?" He scoffs.

"Fine, you want me to prove it to you?" I fold my arms over my chest, standing up.

"Yeah, be my guest." He holds out an arm, gesturing for me to go and fine Fletch.

I storm out of the room, half a face of make up on, my hair looking a mess and sticking out everywhere.

I see Fletcher stood by the water cooler, pouring himself a drink.

"Lee." I call, he as quickly gotten used to his new name, he places the cup back down, seeing Seb stood behind me looking so sure of himself.

"Hey, baby." He says awkwardly.

"I am so sorry." I whisper, before placing my lips on his.

He doesn't seem to know how to react, but soon after realising why I'm doing it, he plays along. hooking his arms around my waist as I run my hands through his hair.

I keep it short and sweet, realsing how weird this is and turn back to Seb who looks shocked.

His eyes are wide and his eyebrows are raised.

"Hmph." I raise my head before dragging Fletch by the hand back to the make up room.

Seb stands awkwardly in the same spot.

"I am so sorry." I gasp and we shut the door.

"What the hell was that!?" He hisses.

"He didn't think we were real. I am so sorry, I honestly didn't intend on doing that!"

"You said we would just be holding hands and pretending to be together. Not kissing!" He exclaims.

"I am sorry, I am so so sorry."

"We are not doing this again, we.. God, that was weird." He turns and runs a hand through his hair.

I reach out and grab him by the arm, "please, Fletch. I'm so sorry." I beg.

"Kitty, you're obsessed." He shakes his head and steps away from me.

"Look, I know that was out of order. Please, forgive me." I step closer to him.

"I need some time." He groans.

"We can't walk out of here separately, and angry, he'll know something's up!"

"You're turning into a bloody physcopath!" He yells.

"Keep your voice down!" I snap.

"This is weird! This is really, really strange! You're obsessed with him because of his bloody jaw line and his poncy hair do. Not because you're in love with him or anything, and you're doing this! This isn't normal Kitty!" He whispers this time.

"I know, I know. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this, but I have to do this. He can't think he's better than me."

"So you're obsessed and a control freak. What the bloody hell is wrong with you!?" He backs away from me.

"Fletch, please." I bow my head.

"No, I can't do this anymore." He practically throws himself down onto the chair in the far corner. As far away from me as possible.

"I am so, so sorry. Honestly Fletch, just one more time, please." I beg, tears starting in my eyes.

He looks up at me, noticing the quiver in my voice. "Don't cry Kitty." He says in a softer tone. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." He slowly walks over to me.

"No, no, you were right. This is weird, this is strange, this is physcotic." I blubber.

"No, Kitty. I get it, I honestly do, you've gotten yourself into a mess." He sighs, wrapping his arms around me as my head rests on his chest.

"I'm so sorry Fletch."

"One more time Kitty." He groans. "Just one more."