Coincidence

Chapter 4

Shawns Pov.

Logan have set this interview up for me, it's okay. Interviews for magazines isn't that bad they are over quite quickly. But this time is there also a photoshoot and I'm so embaressed at them. I feel like an idiot when I'm stading there and make a pose. Logan is trying to change my reputation from when my carreer started. Back then was I the cute boy on 15 who had a dream come true. After my second album came out, have he tried to make me more bad boy adult kind of reputation. I want to get away from the small cute boy but I'm not a bad boy so that won't fit me either. I just want them to know me and not someone who Logan or other tries to make me.  But I'm sitting in this town car with Logan beside me who haven't stopped talking in his phone with some PR firm. I don't really listen to his conversation but sometimes do I catch small bites of what they are talking about. Apparently does the PR firm want to use me to a commercial for something. I'm going to say no just because I don't want to be the poster boy for something I'm not believing in, and I'm sure what ever product they are talking about isn't something I like.

I have been so caught up in my own mind this weekend. I can't stop thinking about that girl from the park. It was weird that she just sat there and starred at me, but I'm use to that. What freaks me out the most is that I starred back at her. I showed her my face and she didn't seemed like she recognized me. I still can't figure out if the was a paparazzi or not. If she is, is she really bad at her job since she didn't take any pictures of me after I looked up. I haven't told Logan about her as I normally would. He hates when I keep stuff like this for him 'cause then he can't turn the up coming article to something positive if it's bad. But without even knowing the girl do I trust her. I trust that she won't make it into something negative, besides it will be really hard to do that since I'm just sitting on a bench and playing. So I don't see the point in giving Logan more work to dig out who she works for. So I grab my jacket and give a quick wave to Logan before I head out, he doesn't even acknowledge me and I roll my eyes. All he can do is at least acknowledge mu existence since I'm the one paying him. I push the dark thoughts back in my head and wave to get a cab.  The first one stop thank god, I hate being late and if there is too much traffic then I will. 

I'm there 10 minutes before time which means that I have time to breath and just stand for my self with my thoughts outside. I call my dad but he doesn't pick up he's probably at work. I won't call my mom or sister 'cause they are probably at work and school too. I put the phone down in my pocket and take a deep breath. I try to hold in my scream of frustration. It's not my family, it's not Logan, it's just me. I need to pull my shit together and stop being the depressive. I blink a few times and goes through the doors. I'm in a tall office building in the middle of Manhattan Logan was suppose to be here but since I just left I'm guessing he forgot about it or else will he come later. The receptionist points me toward the elevator and tells me which floor. Not to sound too self absorbed but the receptionists normally smiles to me and flirt, this one doesn't which is refreshing but I'm probably also a little to young for her and she probably have grand kids. The ride up is fast and as soon as I walk out I'm greeted by a stylist team. I hope Logan have told them what to do or else will it just be a black pair of pants and a white t-shirt. 

Logan did tell them what to do and apparently it was black pants and a white t-shirt with one add - a leather jacket. Just great the classic bad boy look of course. This isn't the worst clothes I have ever been wearing  and to be honest I kind of love it, it's just boring for a photo shoot. When the stylist team is done with everything do I go out to the place where there have made a white wall for a background. I can't see the photograph anywhere but he must come at some point. I sit down on the chair there is while the light people fix the light. 

"Is Shawn here?" The photograph comes in and I stand up to greet him. Then I see her face. It's not a man it's the girl from the park. I did not expect to see her again. I swear that I hear her whisper "You." Right before she greets me. I just smile and take her hand.

"I'm Shawn, nice to meet you." I hold her hand a bit longer than I normally would, and I don't know why.

'I'm Hailee, nice to meet you too." I can see that she blush a little bit which is cute. I just smile and let go of her hand.

"So we are going for the bad boy style huh?" She smirks and I can't look away. I take a deep breath before I answer 'cause I know what she is thinking.

"It's my manager. He wants me to get away from my'15-year cute boy' image, and apparently this was his best idea." I smile a little embarrassed and shrug my shoulders. I feel like a little kid there can't make his own decisions.

"Well we better do as the manager says." She blinks at me and points toward the chair. I walk over there and sits down. She tells me how to pose for the next half hour. She jokes around with me to get a real smile and it works, I get to look directly at her without it seeming creepy since I need to look into the lens most of the time. But after some time am I bored and I can tell that she is too. 

"You wanna try something else? I mean we can continue with this if you want we got some pretty good shots, you are a good model. Sorry I'm mumbling. Anyway this doesn't really feel like you?" She smile an embarrassed smile but looks me straight in the eyes.

"You have an idea?" I'm up for everything right now if it means that I can spend more time with her. She puts the camera down and disappears out in the wardrobe without further comments.