Photographer

Interaction

Janice Parrish

"Bye" i said to vicky my best friend we were coming back from her house. Me and vicky were together in school and she is my best friend, we still hangout together. I don't had or have any other friends. Well I was Modeling student, i want to be very famous Model well who don't want to be famous. I just want my picture in famous magazine covers and all. I am very ambitious girl. And i have been in 'SHAPE' Magazine cover once, because of my fitness and looks. I love to go gym and workout was my hobby.

After Vicky dropped me home, i went to central park, which was near from our house. I used to Go there normally like it was my habbit, it makes me feel good.

The park was quite as compare to other days there was some kids playing and two old ladies was there, Sitting on bench, talking to each other. And it was the time when i meet him , And I dared to interrupt him while he snapped candid pictures of people enjoying the first day of spring. I didn't know his name, then. I didn't know any thing about him, except that I wanted him to take my picture too. It took me a few minutes to get up the nerve to make a move.

That was strange for me. I was six-foot, Slim, sexy. I was one of the top Student in Modeling School. High intensity situations were, well, a walk in the park for me. But something about this guy had me off balance from the get-go. On the outside, he seemed so casual; dressed in a brown, scuffed leather jacket and a pair of faded blue jeans. He had a mop of brown hair that blew around when the breeze did. Just another guy in the park . . . with a camera that put the ones on my photo shoots to shame. He crouched, a smile playing on his lips as he took a picture of a little girl.

I tilted my head to the side, stole a look at His Muscular body which you can feel through Clothes.

Okay, I wanted him to do more than take my photograph, i never feel this way for anyone before, did i fall in love with him? Huh? I didn't see his face properly yet, But i wanted to know him. With my hands in my pockets, I walked forward. My tall  frame cast a shadow over him.

"Hey, I'm—"

"In my light," he said, not looking up from his camera.I stopped short.

"Oh, sorry." I walked around to his other side.

"How's that?" He snapped another picture.

"Thanks." What little momentum I had was gone, and I fumbled for something to say.

"I'm janie, Janie Parrish ." He cast a brief glance my way before returning his attention to his camera.

"Lukas Sawyer." His total disinterest floored me. I was Beautiful Girl. I inspired awe in everyone I met: male or female, gay or straight. My best pick-up line was my body , and now I actually had to say something.

"So . . . taking some pictures?" Aw, fuck. What was that! does'nt it sound stupid.  He answered me, though. And he didn't seem annoyed, just unimpressed.

"Yep." The little girl got up and ran to her family. He smiled as he watched her go. He had a great mouth. Full lips that seemed soft, but not unmasculine.

I wanted to see a close-up of that mouth. More specifically, I wanted to take that face in my hands and kiss him harder. He got up, started to leave. I couldn't let him go, and the single, desperate word was out of me before I could think of something more suave.

"W-Wait." He turned, an expression of vague curiosity on his face.

  "Yeah?"