How To Date A Greek Boy

The University Photoshoot

Dedicated to Sadaf cuz I have now successfully delivered the boys I promised you :P AND perks, they're sportspersons and popular and hot AND single! ;)
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“So you’re a photographer, huh?” Quentin, the blonde one from before, asked me.
“No not really, I just started off. It’s more like a hobby, to get in the money during the trip.”
“So you wouldn’t be interested if you got a job prospect from it?” Ross, another guy, asked.
I just shrugged. I’d never thought about photography professionally. “I guess I could try, if it wasn’t too demanding. I’m an amateur, really.”
“Oh, because something just opened up at our college, and I think you’d be perfect for the job.” He smiled.
“The photoshoot thing?” Aiden frowned.
Ross nodded slowly.
“Shit yeah! You could be pretty good for that!” a boy named Spencer exclaimed.
“Photoshoot thing?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure you want to do it? It may not be exactly easy.” Fran’s voice cracked with static as I called her, telling her about the boys’ offer. “Hey, get off it! Get off it!” I heard her yell, and sounds of a minor scuffle followed.
“What is she talking about?” Kon’s voice came on the line, and I smiled just hearing him. Something about it calmed me and made me excited at the same time.
I chuckled. “There are some people I want you guys to meet.”

After I told Aiden where the others were, all of us left Paula’s and made our way over to the Marketplace. After I met up with the rest of my group, I introduced everyone and got them up to date with what was happening.

The University of Amsterdam, where the boys all studied, had a fraternity which was thinking of starting a magazine dedicated wholly to sports. With each issue of the magazine, they were interviewing a few teams, doing a small dossier on each, just to show everyone what was out there. And for interview, there were going to be pictures that needed to be taken of the teams and players. That was where I came in. The money was pretty decent for someone who’d just started taking photos; it would be enough to last me through Amsterdam, at least. It was a one day job; I just needed to click a few photos and I’d be done.

The others agreed it was a pretty good opportunity, so the boys called up the magazine editor and set up an appointment for the next day. I exchanged numbers with Aiden, who promised to keep me updated, and then we bid them goodbye.

Over dinner at the hostel, all of us pooled in our finances to find out that we had enough to last us all another night and tomorrow, plus the money I’d bring in from the photoshoot. The others would keep at it all day tomorrow, trying to rake in some more, so that we could have a comfortable margin.

The next morning, I was up earlier than the others to prepare for my shoot. Buzzing with excitement, I pottered around the room, packing a small bag with my things. I didn’t notice Fran and Hermes’ empty bunks when I made my way to the bathroom, humming a song which was way off key.

“Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me.
But bear this in mind, it was meant to be.
And I’m joining all the OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY!” I squealed in surprise as I opened the bathroom door, only to be faced by a very busy Fran and Hermes.

Immediately, I closed the door, resisting the urge to bolt it.
That was a scarring scene. I’m scarred forever now. I think I just got a whole lesson in sucking face.

A minute later, the door opened, and a sheepish Fran came out, followed by an amused Hermes.
“I’m so sorry I really didn’t mean to intercept the hands-on vacuum pump demo you two were giving each other.” I said, dropping my head in between my hands.
“Happens.” Fran nodded understandingly and climbed back into her bed. Hermes abandoned his own bed, climbing up next to Fran. I gaped at him from the bathroom door.