"Boris help me!" I complain and throw my phone. "My feet aren't attractive what so ever."
"No they're great! Just move them like-" he takes a moment to adjust my ankle and the way my feet are on the coffee table before searching for the perfect angle. "Stunning."
He hands me my phone but continues to search for a filter. The repositioning and angle of the camera makes my feet look slimmer and more toned. How the hell? And the filters just enhance those features all together
"You're a fucking artist you know that?" I save the photo to my phone once we've made it perfect.
Yesterday Boris helped me sign up for the website, take a decent picture for a profile picture, and make up a decent bio. Its very flirtatious, but knowing men are my target audience I can't help but gag. Then we did a full foot makeover, which is something I'd never thought I'd say, painted my toenails, and my feet are significantly nicer. The amount of dead skin that was built up was disgusting. After we finished we put the matter to bed and didn't check the cite again till this morning. As of 9 am I had 78 messages, all requesting pictures of me. We made sure to specifically put in the bio that mine was a photos only deal. No dates, meeting up, or sexual favors of any kind.
"Why do I feel like this going to end badly?" I laugh as he snaps a few more pictures.
"Ah you always say that." He laughs. "You said the same thing about our Little Shop edit and those kids from class who heard us rehearsing loved it!"
"Yeah I guess you're right." I shrug. "What is someone asks for more than just feet pictures?"
"Lay down the law and tell them absolutely not." He hits a fist into his other hand. "Establish dominance, be clear what the deal is, never apologize, and make sure they pay you before you send them anything. You have something they want and if they want it bad enough they crumble in your hand."
"That's scary good advice, man" I laugh.
"I know." He winks. "Same goes for if you decide to go further but also never have your face in pictures. And-"
"Hold on." I stop him when my phone starts to buzz. "Hello?"
"Hey V. Just checking in." Larry says sounding quite bored despite the conversation just starting.
"Everything's fine, Larry. No need to check in." I laugh.
"Oh I figured, Xandra wanted me to call."
"She's probably worried about Popper?" I look at Boris and try hiding my smile.
"Yeah." He scoffs.
"You can just give her my number if you want. Then she won't have to bother you and she can just text me or whatever herself."
"Great idea." He perks up.
"Bye, Larry." I hang up and my jaw drops into my lap.
"She's worried about you." Boris laughs.
"She's worried about her dog." I try to play it smooth as I get up and start for the kitchen.
"You know that's not the truth."
"I KNOW!" I scream jumping into his arms and I bounce around.
"Relax! Let's make some lunch and we can talk about it after I have some food in my stomach."
We laugh together and I leave my phone on the couch so it won't distract me. I don't want to keep looking at it every two seconds waiting for Xandra to text so this forces me not to. Boris decides grilled cheese and French fries sound good so we both get to work. He grabs everything for the sandwiches and I turn on the airfryer and pop in some fries. Together we make four grilled cheese sandwiches and they're quite perfect if I may say so myself. I grab some plates out even out the fries and cut my sandwiches into triangles.
"You are such a little."
"I am not!" I cross my arms over my chest. "Oh fuck."
"Exactly." He laughs harder as I uncross my arms.
"You're the worst." I roll my eyes and let Popper outside.
He's actually very easy to take care of. I let him out, put more food in his bowl when its empty, he eats through out the day when he's hungry, and sleeps in bed with me. He's actually suppose to be sleeping in his doggy bed that's in the corner of my room but he's just so cute. How could I not let him on the bed?
"She's really into that isn't she?"
"I think so." I'm a bit embarrassed despite it just being me and Boris. It's a very personal topic so how could I not be?
"Have you been with a woman yet?"
"Of course." I scoff.
"Well how would I know? Maybe you were saving yourself for marriage or something."
"No." I laugh. "I doubt I'll get married so life would suck if I did wait."
We eat our food and I try to get on a different topic. I'm not a huge fan of talking about my past dating life or anything like that. Everything about dating got so complicated a few years back so I've purposely stayed single. I focus on school, hang out with friends and spend time with family. Spending time with family just meant hang out for me and my mom, but now Boris and Xandra have sort of filled that slot.
"Check if she texted you." Boris suggests. Grabbing my phone, I unlock it before taking my seat again.
"'Hey V, checking in. What are you and Popper up to?'" I read out loud.
"Tell her I'm here and see if she gets feisty."
Vita😇
Popper is just fine. Don't stress. Boris and I just ate lunch. Might go swimming soon.
Xan😍
I'm not stressing, just checking in. What time is he leaving
I can't help but laugh.
Vita😇
Not sure. He's probably spending the night again.
Xan😍
Tell him to keep his hands off you.
Vita😇
Don't worry. He knows I'm yours 😇
Xan😍
Good 😈
Xandra and Larry will be home in three days and I can't wait.
"She's gonna get you good when she comes home." He warns.
"I certainly hope so."
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Xandra will be back soon, don't stress lol HAPPY EASTER! I know its a lot of talking and filler but we have to get through it for all the interesting stuff lol
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Xandra with an X
FanfictionAfter Vita's mother dies she moves to Las Vegas to live with her Uncle and his girlfriend, Xandra, with an X. The only character of my own is Vita and the rest are from The Goldfinch.
