Love Overcast // (ManxMan)

=Chapter 15=

A/N: You've all seen Lance's pretty face enough now right? Why not get some Taylor in here, yeah? He's a bit of a fuckboy in real life, but we can win them all now can we?

[Lance]

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Chemistry of the brain,

Anatomy of the body,

Physics of the world,

Astrology of the universe,

Mathematics of the probabilities,

Music of the atmosphere,

Are all for naught in the simple instance of love.

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Three hour lectures are not my favourite past time but I have to attend at least 80% of my classes in person or else I'm guaranteed a fail. And right now is one of those terrible times where the entirety of my soul is being drained from my nostrils into oblivion while I struggle past the final 10 minutes of my lecture.

I'm a high performing student, but that does not mean that I am in love with sitting down for hours on end without so much as a 2 minute pause to rest my wrists because even during the short breaks given, my hand is still moving at an alarming speed trying to put everything down. I'm glad that I have trained myself to write for long periods of time or else life is going to be brutal for my finals.

Today is one of the many days where I have virtually no time to do anything of substance that will lift me out of the continuous energy deficit. I cannot wait until I get to finish my final exams in a couple weeks so I can get out of here with my degree and take a break while I look for work. Which probably won't be long since I already have job offers, but I won't respond until I have had a good couple weeks of rest.

This morning I received a text from my agency saying that they want me at a shoot straight after class. There isn't much detail apart from the fact that it is one of those incredibly uncomfortable ones where speedos are involved. I hate them, I feel exposed but that's what is asked of me as a model and I am no one to reject it. Unless I want to starve myself and Taylor, of course.

There are so many part time jobs I can take up, but I need a job that won't be a consistent schedule and pays relatively well. It just so happens that my face is what people regard as physically pleasing, or else I would have gone to be a singer at some pub. I'm still pretty tight on cash though, so whining is not going to do me any good.

The short notice makes me quickly rewire my schedule, trying to fit picking Taylor up into the short 30 minutes I have before I have to arrive at the venue. Modelling is a taxing 'occupation' for many reasons, one of which is the abrupt interruptions it can make to my daily schedule, another is because of the intense and arduous process of actually having your photos taken, especially the ones for sports commercials because they make you stand in the same uncomfortable pose for 20 minutes straight without as much as a twitch in my fingers.

And then comes the best part, the people. There are incredibly flirty people in the business and that's for a good reason since models are generally regarded as the "pinnacle of human anatomy" as my manager would say. He's not a bad man, just blinded by the career and the people he deals with daily. Integrity is, apparently, not something a person can afford to have in this community, or at least the people I come across.

Quickly, I make my advances towards the glass doors, following the signs that say changing rooms, and get myself in there and change into the most revealing attire a man can have. Half way through pulling on my speedos, my phone rings, I hate leaving people hanging without an explanation so I take the call really quickly before I have to do my job.