"Here's to being on tour." Stacy clinked our glasses and we took our shots. She need a chaser which I thought was hilarious but I was already a bit drunk.
"Alright I'm almost done I just need to put these on." She said putting fake eyelashes on some tweezers. She'd done my makeup, that I wasn't allowed to see because it was a surprise, but she had straightened my shorthair and it looked cute.
"There we good. Look at me babe." I turned to her trying to read her reaction which wasn't hard. She gasped theatrically putting her hand over her mouth. She pointed towards the bathroom and I walked over overwhelmed.
Geez I'm so anxious for tonight.
I looked in the mirror and didn't even process myself. No fucking way. I look hot as shit.
My eyes shadow was black, Paris' favorite and good god my lips were beautiful, covered in gloss, and my skin. Wow.
I walked out looked at a smug Stacy. "You've outdone yourself kid. You're talented." "No you're just flawless honey. Now strip time to dress up."
I took off Paris flannel and checked the door to make sure it was locked. When I turned back Stacy had an are-you-kidding-me expression.
"What?" I asked crossing my arms. "Were you just carved out of marble. I swear you're a vampire like Paris."
"Uh Thanks?" I said. "Holy Shit!" Stacy exclaimed totally scaring me. "What? What?" I panicked while she ran to her bunk. I ran to the bathroom.
"Cameron get the fuck out here." Okay so no one was coming in.
"Why'd ya scream, I thought someone was coming in."
"No no put your heels on."
"What?"
"Just do it. Trust me." She fumbled with a DSLR camera, trying to put in the memory.
What is this girl thinking ?
"I have a friend in New York, not a friend my dad, he works for Balmain. I need to get a picture of you and send to him." Say what? Balmain.
"Trust me Cam." Is this girl lying? Well what's the worst she can do with a picture of me with no clothes on?
Damn if I wasn't so drunk I would've said no. But I'm drunk and 6'2 at the moment.
She snapped a couple picture of me making me pose in a modeling way and I was feeling myself, not gonna lie.
47 minutes later we were outside Paris' bus. My hearts jumping out of my chest at the moment and Stacy's taking a hit from Tyler's wax pen.
The door opened and my eyes landed on his.
How does breathing work again ?
I mirrored Paris expression. Lust.
"You Uh- ready." I gulped. He snapped back to reality and smiled jumping off the steps.
He grabbed my hand and just stared at me. "What?" I asked wanting to cover my face. Shit this is embarrassing to me. I'm not drunk enough.
"You look divine." Divine? Never heard that one before. "Thank you Casanova." He liked my nickname and stopped walking.
I stopped, a bit in front of him. "No no, I just wanna see you walk babe." Damn Paris. I did what he wanted and he followed suit. "Look at her go." He said to himself.
Thank god this dress was see through, for both our sake.
Paris was sporting his white jacket with nothing underneath, black jeans, and black boots. Those three silver chains which complimented my silver bracelet (totally planned out), and his bottom grill.
