It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Eight

I straightened out my dress, looking at myself in the mirror.

The company had given me a cheetah print dress.

It's very long and it flows lovely.

My hair was halfway greased back. It was mostly was poofy, yet greased back. 

My eyeliner was heavy but not too heavy. It was just enough to make a nice cat-eye.

I grabbed a small pill as I swallowed it. This painkiller should do the trick. My stomach is hurting.

Michael smirked at me, "You look great." He smiled.

I blushed, "Thank you, Michael. You coming with me today?" I asked.

Michael smiled, "Of course! I know how you'll get." He said, pulling me closer to him.

I smirked, "We should get going then." 

Michael smiled, "I guess so..." He said as we walked out the door.

Michael opened the limo door for me as I hoped inside.

Michael sat beside me, his arm wrapped around me.

"The movie last night was great. I forgot to say that." I giggled.

Michael smirked, "You fell asleep on the ride home."

I blushed, "We had a long day yesterday..." I mumbled, feeling embarrassed.

Michael giggled, "I would've fallen asleep but I kept an eye out for you instead."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Why?"

Michael shrugged, "You sleep so peacefully.." He softly said.

I chuckled, "That isn't creepy at all." I sarcastically said.

Michael nudged me, "Shut up." He mumbled.

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Michael held my hand as we walked into the modeling studio.

"Ah, Ms. Gordy! So glad you could make it!" Mr. Davis smiled at me.

He smirked, "I see you got our dress! It fits you nicely. Let's get this shoot started, shall we!" He clapped his hands together as we all walked down the hallway.

"This is your first photo shoot?" Mr. Davis asked.

I nodded, "Yes."

Mr. Davis smiled at me as we walked into a white room.

"You'll do fine, doll." He said, winking at me.

I blushed.

"Now, if you would please walk to that X over there." He said, pointing to the grey X close to the white wall.

I nodded as I walked towards the X. I slowly turned around, facing the photographer and Mr. Davis.

Michael bit his lip as he scanned me.

I glared at him. That boy better stop staring at me. 

"Please, don't look so mad." Mr. Davis said.

I blushed instantly as I smiled a little.

"Lovely smile, darling, but we need a more shocked face. Almost pout your lips and have your eyes a little wide." Mr. Davis instructed me.

I did as he told, I pouted my lips just a bit and widened my eyes.

Mr. Davis smiled, "Perfect."