Chapter Nine

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The last two months -since I've been off my most recent tour with Paramore- have been a perfect amount of busy. I've been modeling about three days of the week, sometimes four, then the remainder of the days of the week, I've been working with Jeffery to create my Illuminati pallet, which I'm calling, the Alluminati Shimmer pallet. So it sounds like aluminum and Illuminati combined! Jeffery said it'd take six months, but by the looks of it, the first pallet will be done in two more months... then after the first one is done, the rest will only take an hour to make, and multiple can be made at once.

"Hey honey" Jeffery sings, hugging me "We should go shopping!"

"I don't have money to spend on Gucci or Louis!" I laugh, but really, my bank account is at about fifty million! And my Instagram hit two million after collating with Jeffery! Of yeah, my YouTube channel... since we have the studio, I decided it was pointless to have a practice room, but I still wanted it to be a convenient place to practice. So pretty much I have one wall with a pink, purple tie dye almost, sparkly tarp, that hangs behind me for a background. Then I have a whole ass huge vanity I sit at with an office chair. The whole vanity is filled with makeup, and there's a few boxes and shot around it with makeup. But half of the room is just compacted and close together just for makeup. The side of the room where you would enter though, is completely clean and just has guitars, and amps, a piano, and a shit ton of gear. The makeup side is smaller then the music  side though, because I'm that room, there's a closet, which is filled with makeup and shit so there's more hidden room.

"You have money!" He gasps "Don't even lie"

"I buy my clothes from H&M, fucking hot topic, Doll Skin, and the rest are just free. I have money because I don't buy Gucci"

"I think after this, since we're almost done here anyway, we should get you a full blown Gucci outfit." He gasps "Oh my god that'd be fucking everything"

"Uh" I think for a minute

"We could go to your house and get the camera and vlog it! Or I could pay someone to Vlog for us" he smiles

"I Uh-" I try to think of any excuse to not do it

"I will literally buy-"

"No no!" I laugh "It's okay Jeffery!"

"Oh my god" he gasps "You could go buy my outfit and I'll buy yours!"

"Your gonna go to fucking Gucci and spend a shit ton, and I'm just gonna get your normal clothes" I laugh "I'll feel bad"

"We live for that though"

"Okay" I sigh

Jeffery gets his camera man, and pays someone else to follow me around. I don't really like blogging or anything, the only thing I post on YouTube is videos I do with Jeffery, or Shane, or just I'll put together little clips of scenery, and pretty sights I see while modeling, and makeup videos. I only have about ten videos within the time span of two month months, maybe less then that.

I have a camera man follow me around as I pick out articles of clothing from Hot Topic. "Okay Since Jeffery is getting me, literal Gucci, or whatever he's doing, I think I should be a bit... extra, and get some jewelry and shit" I nod, picking out some fucking sick ass silver earrings, with the attached, fake cartilage ring. As well as I get him a choker, and a black shirt with pink writing that says punk. I also pick out some combat boots; size eleven,  some black shirt booty shorts, and fishnets. When I go check out the total is two hundred forty dollars, but that's nothing compared to what he's spending on me.

"Okay so, I think Jeffery is gonna take longer then me picking out the perfect outfit, but I just threw this shit together" I laugh "I think he'll like it though, because he Uh- used to like punk and be a punk singer... but I also want to do his makeup to match the look"

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