Time to get out

Nice kicks

It was about a month after we had bought the dogs and all three of us had landed the best jobs. I was a stylists assistent at Shop magazine. That meant i bought coffee, found missing things and took phone calls basically. The actuall stylsit, Mandy, was awesome though. She taught me tonnes of stuff and the freebees that i got were starting to pile up in my room. I worked 4 days a week and got paid really well. It was only my second week and i had already learnt the basic routine of the office on a monday. Arrive at 8.30 to look through the emails and mail. Help Mandy pick out the outfits including shoes, belts, jewellery and makeup. Then, if the photoshoot is in the studio downstairs, the models will arrive and we will talk to the designers and makeup artists and they organise everything. Then we get to stay and watch the shoot, which was always my favourite part. Then once it was finished we went upstairs to the journalists. Thats where Steph worked. We handed them the notes and storyline and they wrote whatever they wanted. Then we had Lunch. Most days I went to lunch with a girl, scarlett who had just started as a makeup assistant. Her and I had the same breaks whereas Steph didnt which was dissapointing. But scarlett was awesome. We went to a different food place every lunch and talked about fashion, makeup and boys the whole hour. Then it was back to work where Mandy and I went out onto the streets for smaller shoots with smaller designers. This usually took about 3 hours and by the time we got back to the office it was 3. This meant the editors would take the story from the journalist and the photographs of the shoot from the printers and they would make the spread. During this time Mandy and i would look through webisghts, runways and sometimes even go walk the streets looking for trends or combinations that we liked. Then it was back to real work where we phoned up designers and asked them for peives of their collection to use. They always said yes, not turning down an opportunity to have their work displayed. Then the day finished at 5 and Steph and i drove home.

As for Kat, the magazine world wasnt for her. She had landed a trainee ship as a wedding co-ordinator. For her it was absolute heaven. trawling the streets for destinations, helping the happy couple pick color themes, food, wine, music, flowers, chairs, bouquets, days, times. Some of the things she had already done as jsut a trainee were incredible. This job was only a 'when required' one though. They planned about two-three weddings each week, all over Manchester and a few small places just outside, so she only really worked 3-4 days a week. So she kept searching and soon picked up a job in a little bake house down the road. Angelo, an old pastry chef, took a liking to her cooking style and had offered her a job in his kitchen. So every monday she would go downtown to work with him for a few hours. She loved it and the improvments were definitly noticeable in our dinner.

With our lives no longer up in the air and everything starting to settle down we went out alot more. It was early one morning when Kat had gone down for a workshop at the bake house and Steph was still asleep that i decided to head to the gym. It was one of my days off so i planned on doing not much but decided if i was going to eat popcorn all day, a morning visit to the gym would be good. I put on some black three quarter leggins and a black singlet and after arriving i sat down to tie up my red nikes. I slipped on both socks then both shoes but as i tied up my laces i felt someone watching me. I looked up and nearly fell over. Matty. I held eye contact and smiled. He had on black baggy basketball shorts and a black singlet, his hair covered by a snapback. Fuck he was hot. He nodded and walked over to me, taking a seat on the floor next to me. 

"Nice kicks." He said tapping my Nikes with his identical black ones.

"Nice kicks." I replied tightening my hair and going to stand up.

"Where are you going?" He stayed staring straight ahead.

"To excersie...?" I said, standing up and brushing off my butt. I entered the gym, looking back at Matty. He still sat there, looking straight ahead. Wtf? i thought. I scanned my membership card and made my way over the cross trainer. I looked out the window and saw matty had gone. I felt dissapointed for some reason. I sighed, turning the other way and nearly fell over again. He was on the cross trainer next to me.