Only Your Photographer - e.d

First Shoot

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Chapter Two

Jayden
I drive back to my house, with Ethan dancing to the music.

"I'll quickly get my stuff," I say.

"Want me to come in?" he asks, going to reach for his buckle.

"My brother is a fan of you and I don't want you to feel awkward," I say, biting my lip.

"I'll stick with you, we can be ninjas," he laughs, swinging his arms around.

"Okay fine, can you bring my bag?" I ask, closing the door.

I open the door, revealing an awfully quiet place. My parents are asleep on the couch, Justin is in his room because I can hear his music playing.

"Woah," I hear him whisper. I smile, nodding my head to the stairs.

We creep up the stairs, into my room. I close the door so we can talk. He sits down at the edge of my bed.

"I'll try be quick," I laugh, walking into my cupboard.

"No, take your time," he chuckles. I hear the bed squeak as he stands up. The sliding of his shoes against the wood is the only thing that fills the silence.

"Number one or two?" I ask, holding two sets of bathers.

"Two?" he shrugs, staring at the wall.

"Okay but this is your choice," I laugh, looking at the one piece. It's plain black, that cuts down through the middle with a fishnet material stretched between.

"Do I wear it now?" I ask, poking my head around the corner.

"Yeah, just throw clothes over if we're doing the forest shoot too," he says, facing away from the photos on the wall.

"What?" I smile, looking at the amazed look on his face.

"These are amazing," he compliments, walking to another part of my room where there are more photos of people.

"Thank you," I say, before returning to my outfit.

"Don't look through the gaps!" I laugh, closing the door. It's wooden with tiny planks that work like a blind.

I turn around, undressing. I apply moisturiser to my legs, as well as waterproof makeup to a scar between my breasts. I'm really self conscious about it and I don't want Ethan asking me about it.

I pull the bathing suit onto my body, then re-do my bun. I throw the clothes I recently had on into a basket, then flick through my hung up clothes. I chose denim overalls, and black Vans.

I put them on, the shoes with ankle socks. I tie the lace up, then stand.

"Ready?" I ask, stepping out.

"Yeah," he says, turning to me.

"Let's go," I say, picking up my camera bag. It has lenses, and other items that I use for photos.

He follows me back outside of my house. We get into the car.

"Are we going to yours?" I ask, noticing he's in jeans.

"Yeah, I'll get some shorts," he nods. I begin driving, as he tells me the directions.

After a few minutes, we arrive. I ask him if he wants me to wait in the car.

"Yeah, Grayson will say some weird things," he laughs.

"Okay," I nod, laughing slightly. He gets out, walking to the apartment building.