Lose Control

6

I'm laying in bed, forcing myself to focus on a reading, but not really wanting to do it. I wipe at my eyes, debating taking a nap just to procrastinate further when my phone starts to ring.

"Hey," I say into it, reading Kellin's name.

"Hi you," he says enthusiastically. "The shoot's over, Tanya's giving me a ride so we're on the way."

"Okay," I say, not quite wanting to hang up yet. "How did it go?"

"It was kinda boring to be honest. But the outfits were good. I just hope they turn out the way I want them to."

"They definitely will," I assure him.

"They won't be released for a few days, so we'll find out then I guess. Anyways, we're about ten minutes away so get you ass over there."

"Okay, jeez," I say, getting up and as he hangs up on me.

As soon as I stop in front of the house, a car pulls into the driveway. Wow, he timed that well. I hop out and they follow, Kellin smiling brightly at me. He comes out from behind the car and I'm practically drooling. He's wearing that red leather jacket, a white v-neck and black skinny jeans. It's an unreal combination.

"Wow, you look...wow," I say.

"Thank you," he replies, linking arms with me. I smile at him as Tanya unlocks the door.

"Did you have class today?" Kellin asks me as we go inside.

"Yeah, but I didn't go," I chuckle. He laughs a little then elbows me.

"Go to class!"

"But I hate class," I whine. "I just want to be making movies already."

"Well...for now, this is as close as you're gonna get."

"Yeah," I sigh as he drops his arm and falls into the vanity stool. He doesn't put very much makeup on, just covers a few spots on his face.

"Why do you wear makeup?" I ask him curiously. I'd only met a handful of guys who even own chap stick.

He shrugs, answering, "It's just for the camera. I think it's worth looking even slightly better."

I nod, understanding the pressure of the beauty standards in his industry. I still want to scream in his face about it, but I understand where he's coming from.

"What's that?" I ask, as he smacks himself with some pink thing.

"What?" he asks, looking confusedly at me in the mirror. I point to the tear-drop shaped object in his hand. "A beauty blender," he tells me.

"A who?" I ask, still confused. He chuckles and holds it behind his head, handing it to me. I take it and realize it's a sponge, squishing it a few times.

"It spreads the product out and blends it together."

"Oh," I mumble, handing it back. He reaches back to take it, but instead I grab his hand, holding his thumb down.

"Hey!" he exclaims, trying to get it free. I chuckle and we have a short thumb war that, obviously, I win.

"Loser," I mutter, smiling smugly.

"That's not fair!" he exclaims. "I wasn't ready." I roll my eyes, but smile anyway since he's cute.

"Fine," I mutter, taking his hand again. Together we chant, "One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war."

We both snicker as we struggle to pin the other's thumb down. I almost get him, but he dodges it. We then circle around for a bit and I scoff as he breaks the rules, using his elbow to more aggressively attack. I then break them too, but sadly he'd already successfully pinned me down.