Regrets Collect Like Old Friends (Ben Bruce fan-fic)

I thought it would be really cool to try and write a Ben Bruce fan-fiction because I recently met him at Warped Tour (6-17-14)<3 anyways, try and enjoy?

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Fuck me, was he cute.

Oh hey, the name is Kyla with the last name Smith.

I'm just checking out the profile of Ben Bruce of Asking Alexandria considering I got called to do a photo shoot with him for KBB records. I have to admit, he's so fucking handsome and I'm honored to do this with him.

You must be wondering what I do and how I look, listen, I'll save you the story and tell you the main facts: I live in sunny Los Angelos, I'm a model but I usually enjoy works with Revolver, Tattoo magazines, and Guitar World, my age is 23, my height is 5"1, I weigh at least 110 pounds, the hair is brown (with blonde streaks fading in front) with a medium wavy length, a bronze complexion, I'm pretty fit but it's all natural, I have a full left sleeve and starting a tattoo of Johnny Depp from Alice in Wonderland on my right leg, my music taste is 80's rock or anything that sounds good to me, I have a little apartment inside an apartment complex also a cat named "Jeffrey" and both my parents, are alive, and living, in Oklahoma, I'm an only child, my best friend's name is Amanda, also I own a Chevy.

That's me: Kyla Smith, 23.

And I'm so looking forward to a photo shoot with Mr. Benjamin Bruce.

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I'd like to also inform that Ben Bruce is single and Samantha (sadly) wasn't married to him (omfg)

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"Hey Kyla." One of the female make-up stylists smiled as I sat down in front of the mirror with tiny light bulbs surrounded around the frame.

"Hey." I moved around in my seat to get a comfortable position, "What are we doing today?"

"Something simple but something to make your eyeliner pop out a little more." This specific stylist's name was Amy, pretty much my personal make-up girl, we used to go out to bars and get totally wasted although that was when she wasn't married. "Also some red lipstick to make you look cool since you'll have to be smoking a cigarette."

"Classy, Mr. Bruce, huh?" I shut my eyes as Amy applied eye-shadow to my right eye first, "He's pretty handsome though."

"He really is." Amy exclaimed back, "The girls here planned on getting his number before he leaves."

"You know they'll just scare him away." I chuckled while Amy began applying the eye-shadow on my left eye, "So you know how the photo shoot will be setup?"

"I heard something to look like you guys had a one night stand but he's in the front looking sexy and shit" Amy laughed a little, "and you'll be faded in the back except for one picture you're next to him."

"I can't wait." I smiled with my eyes still shut, "I'm guessing my hair has to be rough looking?"

"You just had sex." One of the male hair stylists said from behind in a gay slure, "Honey, you have to look like the image of rock n' roll, dirty, edgy, tough, not a Kardashian bimbo."

"Thanks Steven." I chuckled, "This should be interesting."

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"And don't I look like a million bucks." I giggled as I checked myself out in front of the mirror, my outfit consisted of leather pants, an Affliction shirt with a leather crop jacket, and black cowboy boots. Steve tousled my hair and added gel into quick strands to make it look messy but still good, make-up was simple foundation, perfect eye-liner around my eyes, and red lipstick.

"You look fantastic." Steve clapped his hands while Amy nodded her head in agreement.

"Not bad." Amy winked, "This look just matches you."

"When's the rockstar get here?" I sneered as I checked out the setup the photographer, Bryan, was quickly "perfecting."

"In a few mintues." Bryan messed up the blankets on the bed and fixed the folded paper on the dresser that read "thanks for last night xoxo" with a heart at the end and Benjamin's signature on the bottom. He adjusted the chair to face side-ways and threw a thong and a black bra on the ground for the camera to see.

"We need to get Kyla a cigarette!" Amy shouted, "Anyone?"

"Cigarette, please!" Steve shouted to the crew members who searched the pockets and found nothing, I stood feeling completely helpless until someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see an unfinished outlined-tattoo holding out a cigarette.

"Cigarette?" The british accent asked.