~ Kennedy Johnson ~
"Can you get the door please?" I wrapped the towel around my hair as Harry got the door. It was either my makeup artist or hairstylist.
"Kennedy, two girls are here to see you." Harry shouted. They were both here.
I shouted back that I'll be there in a few and grabbed my spandex and hoodie from last night. "Hey." I waved and pecked each of them on the cheek. "Juan is coming in a few, traffic is pretty bad." I nodded.
"Oh umm, Harry this is Lilia, my makeupartist," I pointed to the short blond. "And this is Maria, hairstylist," Harry hugged both of them and went back to the couch, minutes later to receive a message from Harry.
King Dick: Who's this Juan dude?
Kennedy: Juan is my stylist. He'll bring the dresses and shit. Why? jealous? ;-)
King Dick: No.. just wondering
I shut my phone off and went to where the girls were. There was no point on texting Harry when we're literally five feet apart but its fun. "So whats the event?" Asked Lilia. "BBMAs. Shit, I don't wanna go at all. But anyways what did Dan want me to model?" I rolled my eyes at the thought of my bitchy manager. "He said light but he wants you to wear red lipstick."
"Whats the light on that?" Lilia shrugged and began. Maria started as well by curling some strands of my bangs.
"I'm here bitches!" All three of us turned to the direction of the door. "Juan!" I called.
Okay so, Juan is like my main bitch. He's one of my bestest friends, I could do anything with him. But stuff that girls do of course, he's gay. He just got engaged actually and he's taking me to go to a fitting for his suit in about two weeks. But anyways he's supper funny and damn he is one handsome guy.
"Hey girls, so I brought very little amount of dresses just because I didn't want to ruin them but I brought the most high quality ones." He explained.
"I'll start showing you right now, just let me get them out." I nodded.
The first dress Juan showed was a long yellow dress with a sweetheart neckline and some fabric covering my upper chest. It was nice.. but its too bright for a night event.
"Okay so I have this one, navy blue um.. chiffon fabric-" I cut Juan off and directed all my attention to a black mid thigh length dress. Its so beautiful, shit.
"You like that one?" I nodded. "Yeah I thought you would, I was about to leave it just because I was running late. But you're lucky I got it." He grabbed the beautiful dress and began explaining all its features.
"Well this is a black taffeta dress, I think its perfect for this occation, it has rhinestones yes, but it draws the perfect amount of attention."
Its perfect. I hate dresses but this, this is a masterpiece.
"I think thats about it.." Maria said. She took a few steps back as she looked at me from head to toes. "I think I look pretty decent." "Decent? You look fantastic." Lilia came from behind me. "Thank you so much guys, now lets get this shit going." I sighed and walked downstairs holding on to the railing being careful not to trip.
"Are you coming?" Juan questioned.
"Yeah I'll be there in a few.." I skipped with my heels over to the kitchen, opened one of the cabinets and took out some Nutella sticks. I made mental note to stop by CVS and get some more packs. "Aren't you suppose to be on the road already?" Turning around I responded, "I told them to hold up a bit, a few minutes wouldn't kill anyone."
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