Amelia's POV
I was woken up by something coming in contact with my face and an annoying racket from within the room. What the fuck. I turned around to see Joanna looking at me with apologetic eyes for basically hitting me in the face. "Turn that thing off!" I yelled angrily.
"Um...Okay...Where is it?" Joanna asked her sentence slow and sounding perplexed.
What is she talking about! "How do you not know where you put your phone?!" I asked shouting.
What an idiot.
"That's your alarm..." Joanna replied keeping calm.
My alarm? What is she...Fuck! The photo shoot!
I'm the idiot.
I searched across the bed because I could feel the vibration from within it. As I muddled the sheets I finally came in contact with my phone and switched off the alarm. I took in a deep breath as I rubbed my face. I clearly did not get the beauty sleep that I wanted to. There would have literally been no difference if I drank last night or not. At least I can drink tonight.
After ten minutes of sitting in my bed and playing on my phone. I texted Isaac to let him know I am awake and about to get ready and he confirmed all is good on his side. Before I got up, I glanced at Joanna and she is asleep again. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth before I shower. Just as I was finishing brushing my teeth I heard my alarm go off in the distance. I thought I only put one alarm? Even though that probably was not smart of me considering it is more likely for me to turn it off and sleep again. Maybe I accidentally hit snooze. I ran back into my room so I could turn off the alarm so I would not wake Joanna. She did stay up with me last night, after all.
When I stepped into my room the alarm had stopped and Joanna was looking at a phone with one eye open and her lips puffy and pouted. She placed the phone down in annoyance and looked at me, opening her second eye. "Did my alarm wake you?" I asked. That was a stupid question, it obviously did!
"Actually that was mine, for work." Joanna replied with a throaty voice.
Oh. I am not functioning properly right now. It is so early. I just want to die on my bed.
I picked up the first outfit I decided I would take a photo in, and I had already packed all the other ones in a bag to take with me. I removed my shirt so I could place the sports bra over my normal bra. A weird thing to do, but it would make my chest look perkier. It is necessary for the pictures. Once I had the sports bra on I accidentally came into eye contact with Joanna, who seemed to be watching me? I averted my gaze, because awkward.
It did not actually look like she was checking me out, rather that she was trying to come to the conclusion of a thought. She is weird, so who knows. Is she not meant to be getting ready for work? Just slouching around in my bed like that. I am jealous. I want to be in my bed.
Kayla opened the door and looked at Joanna and I. Usually she greets me with a good morning but this time she said "I swear, if I catch you two in the same bed one more time-."
"You'll join us?" I said amused and smirking.
Joanna giggled and sat herself up. Kayla rolled her eyes at me and ignored my remark. She is probably slightly happy that Joanna and I appear to be making some sort of progress. "I was making sure you got up on time. I am heading to work, need anything before I go?"
I shook my head and walked to Kayla to give her a goodbye hug. After the hug Kayla gave me a kiss on the cheek, waved to Joanna and left.
I walked back to my clothing, I was about to remove my sweat pants to put on my black leggings that complimented my navy blue sports bar, but Joanna began walking towards the door. I decided to annoy her a little before I just let her continue her day normally. "Not going to stay for the rest of the show?" I asked letting her know how obvious she was being about staring at me.
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Resculpturing Her
RomanceA girl broken from an untold traumatic event; attempting to re-sculpture herself through means of sleeping around and getting drunk. Can she be fixed? The girl she hates and blames it all on is going to continue to fight to put the pieces together...