Captured in a photo frame

Eloise

"ELOISE! GET YOUR FAT ASS IN HERE NOW!"

Normally I would be offended if someone said that to me but today I just really can't be bothered with dealing with anyone, I had a late night last night, doctor who reruns until 2am.

Plus I'm not so bothered about that comment as it was only Josh who said that.

Josh is my boss, my best friend, my gay best friends. He is awesome unlike some other people's bosses. I count myself lucky for getting Josh. He is awesome.

"Okay, I'm tired and hungry so make it quick." I said as I walked into his office.

"I got you your new mystery job." He said probably more excited than me. He stood up and clapped his hands while grinning like a maniac.

"Please don't say I have to take photos of men cleaning the sewers out like last time, it stunk. Literally." I rolled my eyes and flopped down lazily into his swirly desk chair.

"Okay, who is your favourite band in the world? " he said and suddenly my ears picked up and I sat up straight.

"My chemical romance. Why?" I asked wondering if this conversation is going to lead to where it sounds like it is going.

"Correct, and guess what they need?" Josh lead on making is into a kind of 'guess what' game.

"A body guard to protect them from all the fan girls?" I guessed.

"No, they already have body guards dipshit." Josh rolled his eyes.

"A new drummer?" I said.

Josh shook his head and rolled his eyes again. One day his eye will probably roll out his head. "Apart from that."

"Wives. Or husbands if you believe in that frerard stuff?" I guessed again.

"Apart from that as well."

"I dunno, a new album releasing?" I suggested. "That would be awesome if they did release a new album." I said more to myself than anyone.

"No you idiot. A photographer. They need a photographer to photograph all of the next album that they are making. And then preforming. And you, have been nominated to go on tour with my chemical romance, access all areas, and take some killer photos with that camera of yours." He said pointing to the camera that hung around my neck.

"What? Me? Really?" I spluttered not believing a single word I am hearing.

"Yes, you, really. Now this evening you have been invited to the queen of diamonds pub downtown to go and meet the band, you are in the upstairs private lobby so when you go into the pub you need to go to the desk and tell the person at the desk that you are there to see the band and it is under the name of Josh Hietly. Don't worry I'll be there as well so I'll help you out. Omg, this is so totally happening, if you become a famous photographer don't forget about me. Make sure you mention me, say I am a successful business man and I ran a big company under the name of the photo frame. And..." He babbled on.

"Woah woah, Josh, I can't do that. I would be telling so many lies. You started this business from scratch and you have how many employees? 16 including the gofer, and all he does is makes you tea and lunch when you are to lazy to get of your ass and do it yourself." I laughed out.

"Okay, fair point. Just don't forget me. Your also my best friend, not just one of my employees. Honestly, you had more chance of getting that job than anyone else because you are my best friend and not some stuck up wanna be big shot. Seriously, I want you to enjoy this, no need to say thank you either." He said genuinely smiling and speaking the truth.

"Thank you Josh." I hugged him so tight when he pulled away I could see his face was almost purple from the lack of oxygen.

He started to over exaggerate his breathing and bent over with his hands on his thighs acting as if he had just ran a mile in under 5minutes which is really unlikely as both me and Josh are really out of shape. Not fat, just under exercised. We both have great metabolisms but not great enthusiasm for excessive exercise. However that might have to change. We don't want do die young from a heart attack or anything.

"Okay take the rest of the day off, go get all dolled up for the dinner tonight and then meet us at the pub at 6pm. Don't forget to bring your camera. You need proof of how good of a photographer you are. Honestly I can't wait. I will need to you to calm me down so I don't fangirl all over Mikey. Omg, he is tots adore. I wounded if he is gay?" Josh wondered aloud.

"Who knows? Maybes he is. Plus I think you may have more of a problem on your hands than fangirling over Mikey right now because Sarah is coming this way and she doesn't look happy. I need to go now before bitch tits kicks my ass for getting the job instead of her. I'll see you later. Got to go. Bye!" I said as I practically ran out the office and away from Sarah.

Sarah is one of those big head wanna be know it alls. The survival guide of the year for this job is: steer clear of people that will push you down (aka. Sarah Crosby)

I drove straight home listening to skylines and turnstiles on the way back. When I got home I decided to have a power nap before I had to get ready to go to the pub to meet my chemical romance. It is all so surreal. I just hope that everything goes to plan.