My Model Boy

Closer?

I woke up and immediately something was off.

Shit. I forgot I fell asleep in the arms of Dallas fucking Flynn.

A pain in my head started bumping as soon as I moved, I groaned quietly trying not to wake Dallas up.

I was overly relieved that today was a Saturday. I slid from under his arms sitting on the edge of the bed.

Quickly the events of last night flooded into my head, "fuuuuck." I whispered to myself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I cringed.

I got up and went inside of the bathroom and stared at myself pathetically in the mirror,"You stupid bitch, you're supposed to have more class than that. You met him like two days ago and you're already sleeping with him? Shaking my head, wacky ass hoe."

"He'll never forget this, dumbass."

My eyes were sore and my nose was still stuffy. My throat hurt.

"Bitch. Did you suck hi-" I paused staring at my lips.

"No ain't no thots over here." I said relieved.

I went back inside of my room and Dallas was still sleep. I walked over to him admiring him sleep.

He looked like Dallas Flynn. But sleeping.

I went and took a shower, washed my face, and brushed my teeth.

I peeked out of the bathroom, he was still sleep. I crept out to my clothes and grabbed them creeping back into the bathroom.

I put on my grey V neck long sleeved shirt and my grey tights with a pair of fluffy socks. I left my hair down and a little damp.

My head started feeling better after my shower.

I walked out of the bathroom and Dallas was just waking up.

He rubbed his face and looked at me.

I felt so awkward and terrible, "Goodmorning... Afternoon, whatever it is." I grinned awkwardly.

He smirked at me, "Morning, I hope it is. What time is it?" He asked and I began looking around for my phone.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, "2:37, damn, I missed work."

Suddenly I became curious about his work, "You work on Saturdays?"

"Oh yeah, it's not really a schedule for me, I just have to be prepared any day. Like yesterday I was booked for a photoshoot today at 2:00."

I looked at him wildly, "Dallas, why did you come last night? You're mad late!"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I wanted to be with you and plus, it's not like they can actually afford to fire me. I'll just wait for another booking."

"You can be fired from modeling?" I asked stupidly.

"Meh, it's like a side job to most people but I've never been fired from an agency. I don't know anyone who's been fired either but I know you can be fired from not being the right weight, or too tall. Things like that." He yawned.

I folded my arms, "So, why'd you buy all of those snacks last night, and you were up kinda late."

"I wasn't really planning on attending this one, I was going to text you since we didn't really get to talk at the movies, plus, those snacks were for you and your friends, I didn't eat any." He sat on the side of the bed, his shoes still on.

I looked down at the floor,"You were gonna... Text me? What were you planning on talking about that late?" I asked inquisitively.

"I don't know, wherever the conversation would've taken us like normally. But, don't come for me." He said eyeing me.