No. 9

The Photo.

-REECE'S POINT OF VIEW-

Today I had a bit of time off so I decided to think about sorting some of the photos for my office and a few other things. I chose where I wanted some chairs, a lamp, a shelf and a bin. Then I started thinking about photos. Living with a photographer was hard when it came to having photos on walls.

She would say things like "No that's blurry" and "No I don't like that one it has a hand in an odd place."

So she had suggested ones to me but left the overall choice to me. It was my office after all.

-HOURS LATER-

I know why she takes so long to do this now. There's so many to choose from. I had a couple I had put to one side that I would definitely put up. Ones I loved for example there is the scan of the twins, a silly picture of me and Becky and then a couple of work photos. Mostly ones from The League and Inside Number Nine.

I had to try and find a couple of frames. I noticed a box that had a label that said Frames on it in Becky's handwriting.

Obviously I was dawn to it. Needing frames.

I opened the lid and it wasn't frames at all.

The box was full of photos of Becky. They where brilliant, stunning, arty, sexy, classy, beautiful, gorgeous, flirty, breath taking photos. I wanted to put all of them on my wall. Like some kind of girlfriend wallpaper.

There was one photo that stood out the most. It was my favourite it was black and white. Becky laid on a bed half off. Her legs in the air. Her hair and make up done. She was wearing sexy but classy underwear and one of those old fashioned robes that was over the top and glamorous.

The bedding was just right for the glamor. The bed was messy. She looked like Marilyn Monroe or one of the most famous beauties. This picture captured a real moment. She was laughing and having fun. It was gorgeous. The most stunning thing I had ever seen. She was always the woman for me. Her inner beauty shone out through the picture. In all honesty it was indescribable. She's indescribable. I was overwhelmed and spent hours staring at it. She was unbelievable.

I love her so very much. She was the most beautiful woman inside and out. I was defiantly going to put this up on my wall. This was not hiding away. I had to show it to someone luckily Mark, Steve and Jeremy where coming over. I chose a couple of others I liked. They would may be go up.

-LATER-

All four of us stood around looking at it. We had looked at other photos. They could not take their eyes off of it. She is bloody beautiful she really is.

"Wow." said Jeremy.

"I'm gay but even I can see how hot she is." said Mark.

"How the hell did you get so lucky !?" Steve asked amazed.

I chuckled "How the fuck do I know !"

They laughed.

"Oh FUCK no !" Becky's voice broke our mesmerised stares.

She leaped forwards and grabbed the photo and held it against her.

"No! just I.... It's ew.... Just ah !"

I got the feeling she for some weird unimaginable reason hates this photo.

"How the fuck did you find this picture !?"

"It was in one of the boxes."

"Ah no."

"Why don't you like the photo?" asked Mark.

"Why don't you like photos of you basically naked?" Becky said back.

"But you are beautiful. You really are." said Steve.

They all agreed and made her feel better. It took a lot of work. It really was not easy. I was still going to put it up behind me in pride of place. She won't see it all the time which I think made it a bit better.