Not What You Wanted • Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

The Camera Man

"Jesus Christ, hurry up unless you wanna make me late for my show."

Rey rolled her eyes for what she guessed to be the twentieth time that evening, not caring in the slightest who saw. Including the double zero-sized model sitting in front of her with a showy, delicate, tight red dress just barely still hanging onto her body.

Comments like these were what Rey dealt with daily, and the whole thing was inevitable. They were models, after all. Never cared for any other soul's pleasure; just themselves.

The not-surprisingly bitchy model's face was accompanied with a beautiful makeup look by Rey; it was her biggest talent. She started working with the 'Resistance' magazine in Chicago a few months ago as a make-up artist primarily for their fashion shows which were actually a huge attraction. The company had grown to be one of the most popular clothing magazines in the city. Of course Rey would never be able to afford anything in the pages, but she considered herself lucky to be working for such an elite company. One who paid well.

Well... lucky except for moments like these.

"I could get you fired ya know. You could be replaced like that," she snapped her fingers, "whereas my position would be quite difficult to fill."

Obliging to stay silent, Rey pursed her lips and tried to continue working and listen to the crew members around her running frantically and shouting commands. It didn't work, of course as the model in front of her sighed dramatically, "It's okay though. I'm sure some lesser magazine is hiring somewhere outside the city. Who knows? Maybe they're even looking for size 5 models!" She said with a disgusting smirk on her face.

Not wanting to deal with her anymore, Rey stood back. "Okay, you're done."

"Finally," the model grumbled as she made her way closer to the runway.

Rey was no size zero, but she considered herself halfway attractive. She mostly liked her size four body, with a few exceptions, like most people. It's not like she wanted to model. All of them were completely self-centered, spending each night with a different guy just for their own pleasure. That's not what she wanted out of life at all.

Being 24, she had her share of boyfriends who made her believe they were 'the one' only to leave every single time. It was mostly the same every time. Eventually they all grew bored of her. It was Chicago after all. She'd never encountered a loyal man in the area.

She didn't know if she ever would.

It's what she wanted though. To find love and feel some kind of belonging. To belong with someone who wants her in return. To have a body next to her in bed making her feel less alone.

It's what she dreamed of every night. To have a family, which she never really had.

She had no memory of her mom. She was gone before Rey could ever remember her. Her dad stuck around for a little longer before she was put into the foster-care system. Later she learned that he overdosed on heroin which answered her lifelong question of what happened to him.

They said she'd be loved every time she walked up to her new "home." She never was.

The flicker of lights backstage sucked her out of her trance, signaling the nearing commencement of the show. It was mid-April, the show containing new summer pieces and looks that would be considered 'trendy' within weeks. Something she could never call the things she wore.

Just as she started to gather the mess of eyeshadow palettes on the desk, a stage crew member behind her bellowed, "Where the hell is Jess?! She's wearing one of the most expensive looks!! Anyone? Has anybody seen Jess?!"