Photograph II Luke Hemmings

Falling II Luke Hemmings

If you think its hard to scroll through your phone or flip through pictures and see the person you loved, or even still love, then try seeing their face everywhere. And by everywhere i mean literally everywhere. His face was on magazines everywhere. i turned a corner and there he was. smiling like he use to smile when we had our thing. Luke Hemmings had my heart then, but after a year of only hearing from his mother or for his friend Micheal, he no longer popped into my head while i set up my equipment for work or when i tried to fall asleep at night. But all that was about to change. Today at 2:30 i had to see his face and photograph it. I know it sounds weird but when my boss called and told me i was going to be in a room full of hot teenage boys, who were all single and the worlds biggest band next to one direction, i turned it down. The next day i was forced to because i was the only one available at the time. now here i was preparing to pack my car and drive an hour to the studio i worked at to spend hours taking photos and editing them to perfection. Who was i kidding these guys didn't need any editing. Shut up Charlie, you don't like them, you've never seen of them only heard of them. Hopefully none of the boys would notice me, i had changed from the dorky girl in the back of the class, to a prep who dated Luke Hemmings before he was in a band, and then to my own person. i had dyed my hair pink, pierced my nose, and wore eyeliner. I was no longer Charlotte King, i was just Charlie, no last name, no middle name, the perfect way to start over from my old life. I looked around my apartment looking for my box of lenses, and soon finding them under my shelf of poloirds and books, before walking down with my two boxes and a bag. my red pick-up sat outside in its normal parking place under the line of trees outside my apartment complex. i placed my stuff on the passenger side of the truck and waved to Mrs. Thompson, she had been my neighbor for the past year and was the sweetest 70 year old you could meet, she waved back and went back to watering her little garden. i started the truck and rolled down the window considering Red had no AC , took my red flannel off, and pulled away from my home, all this before 12. I loved car rides to the point i was sad when it ended, but this time i dreaded the ride and hoped my truck would break down and i could call in and tell them i couldn't come in. but i knew that it wouldn't happen i kept Red up to date, washed her every weekend and took her to a mechanic at the slightested upset.  i turned on the radio in hopes to ease my nerves and i was not disappointed when Good Charlotte blasted through the stereo. i was happy i could travel for my job sometimes, i went to the studio when the clients were in town or near it. i had a huge map in my room, the red push pins were places i had been and the black ones were places i wanted to go. as you can imagine the map was covered in black pins. i was mostly in Europe and America so i had the rest of the world to travel. the only problem was i wanted to do it with someone i loved not by myself. the car ride was shorter then expected and i soon pulled in front of the brick building. not wasting time i grabbed my stuff and headed up to the huge room. i heard voices in the green room and quickly walked into the room putting my stuff on the ground. i pulled my hair into a ponytail and checked my makeup making sure it wasn't smudged. i tied my flannel around my waist showing my Blink-182 tank top and began setting up my equipment. today was the day i had to face him. yay.