(Un)Fortunate

Chapter 10

About four hours later, we were landedl safely on the tarmac. In California.

"We're finally here," Jen's manager said into her Blackberry. She said it in a bored and yet energetic tone. Jen's manager, Della, was the chic, trensetting model of the 2000's. She modeled for some of the top designers in the world. Rumor has it she used to be in the army, and thats why her body was so toned. She won't tell anyone the truth, though. Then, in 2010, she had a terribe fall off the runway and fractured her collar bone. Luckily, she healed up okay, but modeling was out for her. She had aquired a rather large scar on her collar from surgery, and the agencies wanted nothing to do with her anymore, so now she is a manager.

"Della," Jen said, pulling her suitcase from the carousel that delivered our luggage.

She answered with something that sounded like a cuss word jumbled with the word "penguin"

Jen dismissed the jibberish with a quick wave and continued, "What time are we supposed to meet Aeropostale?"

I stopped, turned to Jen, and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"We're modeling for Aeropostale?!" I shrieked, jumping up and down. At this point, people were starting to take out their cell phones to video record or take pictures of me.

"I thought you knew," she says, holding me down so I would stop jumping.

"Why would no one tell me?" I look up, being very dramatic.

"Sorry, I thought you knew."

I see my bag coming around and Brandon grabs it for me. After that, we all headed to the waiting SUV. It was a short drive to our enormous hotel.

"I will meet you at the shoot, I have a client who needs my attention," Della says, staying in the car as we all unloaded.

"How will we get there?" Jen's mom asks.

"Just call the number on the itinerary I gave you all earlier. Love you, see you soon," She air kisses us and the car drives off into L.A. traffic.

We check in and all of us head to our separate rooms. I am rooming with Jen and Brandon in a suite while Jen's parents are in a room down the hall.

I unlock our door, handing and extra room key to Brandon, who said he would rather skip the photoshoot and go to a bar or something instead.

We had an hour and a half to do whatever we wanted. Brandon and I decided to channel surf the T.V. Brandon had the remote, and when he came across the one cop show I actually enjoy, he decided we should watch it.

"You guys like this show?" Jen said distastefully.

"How could you not love all of the bad-a-ness of Hawaii Five-0?" Brandon answered.

"I would much rather be watching America's Next Top Model or something. And way to cover up your bad word." She winked at him playfully

"Oh, so your one of those people..." Brandon sighed, jokingy.

"One of what people?" She says, her eyes squinting.

"Nevermind, you wouldn't understand."

I mentally note to never diss Hawaii Five-0, at least in front of Brandon. Mabye never at all, even. Just in case he was a ninja or something.

Brandon sighed, rolling his eyes. Before long, we all were watching the bad-a-ness of Danno, Steve, Kono, and Chin.

"Have you ever noticed that McGarrett's scar dissapears? Like in the first season, he was shot in the shoulder and in this episode it's gone!" I say, immediately putting my hand to my mouth.

I wait for him to get angry or something, but it never comes. Instead, he nods in agreement.

"You're not going to get in her face? But you got in mine!" Jen complains, smacking her forehead.

"No, she was right. You were not."

"Proposterous!"Jen says.

I start giggling uncontrollably and Brandon looks at me funny.

"She. Used the. Word. Proposterous." I say, crying almost.

"Someone has a weird sense of humor. "

I smirk at him before tackling my brother into the sheets.