Camera Doesn't Lie. (boyxboy)

Chapter I.

Click! Click!

The studio team looked on with awe as a young, extraordinary beautiful black-haired model dazzled from pose to pose.

This time the theme was dark. Ryan was cladded in a black, hooded leather coat with a zipper. Behind him were a few large, black, buildings. Not the whole buildings, but enough to make it seem like they were just part of a building.

The prop-buildings were identical and very realistic. In fact, one of the prop-buildings even had a sign that flickered a dim light blue here and there.

The lighting was set so that it appeared that it was nighttime and the moon was out (thus the studio could allow a bit of illumination.)

Though it seemed useless to have a model dressed in black standing in front of black buildings in the dark, the photographer was counting on Ryan's shiny hair and pale complexion to draw attention to him. The dim lighting of the studio made the leather coat he wore shine. Yet another thing to distinguish him from the blackness was a large, silver, gun-like weapon in his hand. It was large, definitely bigger than his arm, and there was a silver chain at the end with a charm made of thalassic shells hanging at the end. The photographer had called it a gunblade. And it even had a name: Oathkeeper. Ryan had thought it was a strange prop, but he asked no questions as the photographer handed it to him.

"Ryan, turn your head up a bit," Soony, the photographer said, holding his camera at a different angle.

Ryan did so. The cameras kept click click clicking away as they snapped pictures. He shoved his leather-gloved hands into the coat's pockets, tilted his head slightly and (keeping his face to the camera) looked to the left, making it appear as if his mind was elsewhere.

"Great, Ryan!"

Ryan moved again. He turned his back to the camera and placed the Gunblade at his shoulder. Then he looked over his shoulder and towards the camera with a cool, stoic look on his face.

"Three more pictures… and there!" Soony lowered his camera (finally) and sighed. "That's a wrap, people! Let's go home!"

The studio crew immediately scattered and looked as if they were busy. They had not moved the entire time Ryan had been modeling—too mesmerized by the teen to do anything else. Ryan made his way through them to join his manager. He wasn't hard to find. His manager had a habit of carrying an atrociously long sword with him at all times.

"Great job, Ryan," Boomer, his manager, said absentmindedly.

Ryan unzipped the coat, revealing the white, sleeveless undershirt he wore. "Thanks," he said. "God, it's so hot! I'm dying in this thing!"

Boomer paid no attention to him and looked at a clipboard in his hands. Ryan didn't mind. He was used to Boomer's I-Could-Care-Less Attitude.

"'Well Ryan, I'm sure there're water bottles in the lobby. Go help yourself to them.'" Ryan answered for him in a deep voice. Then, in his normal voice, he continued, "Thanks Boom, I'll go get some right now. Do you want some?

"'No, of course not, Ryan, I'm too much of a dark, bitter, anti-social tightass to want water—' OUCH!" Boomer thwacked him on the head with his clipboard.

"Get your water Ryan," Boomer said.

Ryan sighed, laced his hands behind his head and headed for the lobby. Boomer turned to the document in his hands. It a proposal from Zane Onyx, a well-known and well-accomplished photographer. Despite his merits, he was young and had rose too quickly to fame, which made Boomer uneasy about having him photograph Ryan but his idea was quite interesting.