Being an independent photographer and model seems like an easy job. but it's not,especially when you're hired to be a photographer for a band of a bunch of rowdy boys that are constantly flirting with you. in this case, you'd have to be miss Emma Ro...
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🌹Emma_Røse🌹: 💖 Thank you Santa Monica! 🌅✨ Until next time! 🤩😘
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I packed my last suitcase,and checked my phone. I liked a few of the comments,and put my phone in my pocket. I walked out of the hotel,and Got in my rental car.
I turned up the radio as I drove off to the airport.
I soon arrived and after security,I went to the waiting area. I sat down and pulled out my journal. I started doodling,and heard some laughter.
I looked up,and there were four guys. One with braids in his face. He was wearing a hoodie with roses embroidered into it,and sweat pants with a matching pattern.
A taller guy sat to his left. His dark hair with grey streaks and blonde highlights in his bun. His sides, shaved. He was wearing a camo printed hoodie,and black,ripped skinny jeans. He had some facial hair.
The one to the braid boy's right, had short,blonde hair,glasses,and was in a black shirt with white long sleeves, with thin black stripes,and Plaid pants,that stopped above his ankles.
Beside him was an older looking man, perhaps the same age as the one in the camo hoodie. He was wearing a black,blank hoodie,and black jeans. And He had short,black hair.
They were nudging each other's shoulders,and the one in the camo hoodie with the bun,pointed at me. I felt my face heat up. I looked back at my sketches.
Soon,the flight was called and I boarded the plane.
~Later~
We were half way to NYC,and I got that feeling,that I was being stared at. I took off my headphones,and paused my music. I looked around,till my eyes landed one the blonde boy with glasses,and the one with the camo hoodie and bun.
They were starting. I snapped in their faces. "Hey Assholes,my eyes are up here." I harshly whispered. Their faces met mine. "Mind your own fucking business." I hissed. They looked away.
I relaxed in my seat,and looked out the window.
~Later~
The plane landed,and I bolted out,as fast as I could.
I walked to the parking garage, looking over my shoulder now and then. The same boys were walking the same way as me. I picked up my pace.
"Great,you two fucking scared her." The one with short,black hair said. I ran to my car,but I heard running footsteps behind me. I grabbed my keys,and struggled with them.
