Sorry, I Don't Date Singers.

America, here I come

Hi guys! This is just a new fanfic idea that popped into my head... Gunna play around with it, lemme know what you think :)

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I felt a thud as the pillow connected with my head, causing me to groan and look at the clock besides my bed. 5 am. Oh hell no. I Pulled the blanket over my head only to have it ripped off me.

"Get out!" I yelled at Vincenzo.

"Ah, ah ah my dear Mimi!" He waved a finger at me and pulled me out of bed into his arms. I looked into his light eyes with annoyance, he was much too cheery for my taste. "I warned you last night to not stay out late, that we left at 6 for your flight!" He sang too happily.

"Did you? I don't remember." I smirked. "Besides, you know not to book flights till after seven with me." I frowned.

"By the reek of alcohol on your breathe I can see why you would have forgotten. And we needed an early start for this one."

He put me down on the hotels bathroom sink counter and turned on the shower for me.

"Find any number worth keeping last night?" He asked softly, brushing a strand of my dark brown hair behind my ear.

I gave him a small smile, "You and I both know the answer to that, Vince."

He sighed, looking honestly sad I noticed, as I took in his features. His short dark facial hair, longish/slightly out of control brown hair, muscular jaw, and grey blue eyes. He always wanted me to find someone, hell even if it went terrible to the point that I hate the guy after one date. He just wanted me to be happy with someone new. But I couldn't, not after...

"Hey," I felt Vince grab my chin and make me look into his eyes. "Stop thinking about that okay?"

I nodded, he was right. If I started thinking about that I would never get moving. I gave him a small smile.

"That's my favorite model. Now c'mon, you have that important shoot today. After today, no longer will you be just a famous Italian model, but in America too! And once you're famous in America, well you might as well be famous everywhere else."

If I forgot to mention, I'm Mimi Adami, or Madelyne Adami is how clients know me. Mimi is a family name for people who aren't buisiness. I became a model when I was seventeen and ever since then Vincenzo, I call him Vince, saw me at a shoot and practically begged me to be his model. Something about having a spunk he had never seen before. I was his favorite ever since then, his other models used to get jealous at times since he never bothers to hide it by giving me the best shoots and making sure I get everything I need.

It was embarrassing at first since I wanted to be liked by his other models, but then I soon realized I didn't care. Vince didn't hand me the jobs. I earned every damn one of them. So I just matched a glare of theirs with my own, they usually back off. Usually. I brought my attention back to Vince.

"Yeah yeah yeah. What kind of shoot is it?" I asked stepping into the shower after I stripped from my clothes.

Vince was in the closet that connected to the bathroom, I didn't mind him seeing me naked. We didn't think of each other in that way, and in our culture it wasn't considered weird to let someone you trust see naked if you just had to change or shower or something like that. We find the human body beautiful and not something to be ashamed of or hidden. Every soul is unique and not something to be kept in the dark.

"A couples one." He replied absentmindedly, probably picking out my outfit as he usual does.

I'm terrible with fashion Vince always told me, soon after we met he didn't let me dress or shop for myself. I fought it at first but damn is he stubborn.

"With anyone of consequence?" I replied stepping out of the shower, towel drying my hair.

"A singer who just released a new album, Adam Levine, you may have heard of him?"

He laid down my outfit I slipped into it, I knew of him. His music wasn't bad either.

"I know of him. What is the shoot for?"

"PETA. An animal organization. The are launching a new campaign called 'I'd rather go naked than wear fur'. So yes it is a naked shoot."

I was about to protest when he stopped me with one look.

"I know you don't do nude shoots but this is for an amazing cause, if you saw what people do to those animals you would agree in a heartbeat. Please? I'll owe you." He smiled at me.

"Fine." I mumbled.

America and Adam Levine, here I come.

Naked.

Picture of Vincenzo on the side :)