Pieced Together Again

Photoshoot- Chapter 5

** Andrea's POV**

My English class passed in a blur and all I could think about was what I had agreed to.

Why would I agree to let Alexander take pictures of me for his homework assignment?

I was glad that I had told him upfront about his complements because it was best to be honest with him. I've never had anyone say any of those things to me so it was just weird.

When I got out of class he was waiting for me; a smile appearing on his face when he saw me. I couldn't help but smile back.

"So are you ready?" He asked as we made our way to the parking lot.

"For what?" I replied confused.

"Well, first we're going to the store to buy some things and then we're going to take the photos," he said simply.

"What? When is your assignment due?" I questioned.

"Well, actually in two days, but I have class all day tomorrow," he said sheepishly.

"Okay. What do you need to get from the store?"

"I was thinking you would need a dress that went with the theme and then some supplies," he commented with a shrug.

"Why would I need a dress? What's the theme for the photoshoot?"

"The theme is my favorite things put together in a creative manner," he looked over at me with a smirk and winked.

"Don't do that. It looks creepy when people wink," I told him.

"Only when other people do it," he replied.

"So why do I need a dress?" I asked, changing the topic.

"Oh that's only if you don't have a red dress at home?" He made it into a question and looked over at me again.

"Well, no, but I don't want to spend money on a dress," he opened his mouth to protest but I went on,"and I'm not going to let you spend money either."

"It's not that big of a deal! Just think of it as a present for doing this for me," he begged.

"I'll wear it, but I won't keep it," I protested.

"We'll see," he replied back.

"Oh, wait. You said it has to be your favorite things, so why did you ask me?"

"Who said you're my favorite? What if you are just representing hot girls?"

I stopped and gave him a disbelieving look.

Once he burst out laughing I realized he was joking.

"I'm kidding! Don't hit me! You're not just a pretty face. You're a pretty everything. You're incredibly smart for someone your age. You're also kind. You are my favorite person; you've never stopped being my favorite person," he replied seriously.

"Someone my age?" I let out in mock offense, which I guess I pulled off because he looked shocked.

"I didn't mean anything by that. I just meant that most girls your age are too obsessed with their looks to care about anything else," he explained with his hands held up in surrender.

"Just kidding! Ha! I got YOU on that one! I understood what you meant," I laughed at him.

"I forgot to mention that you can be a sneaky little devil," he mumbled.

"Hey!" I socked his arm.

"Ow," he let out and then he laughed.

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