Traveling Secrets

Chapter 1: Modeling Experience

*NOTE TO READERS- This story is being written by two people, and we're both sort of beginners at this kind of stuff. So if there's mistakes, or something that doesn't make sense, please don't troll the comments but just tell us and we'll try to fix everything, okay?

Hope you enjoy.

Hailey:

'It was a warm morning, and the air was crisp. The sun was well angled, and Hailey got a great tint of light when she did her next photo album of Paris. Paris looked even prettier than usual that morning, perfect for the Instagram fans- always wanting more.'

"...Mmm...Paris, can you model this top?" I asked, inspecting the floral patterened silk top that I recently bought.

"Sure, once you show me the photos you've got so far," I handed my camera to Paris, who flipped through the photos. "Still getting better, it seems," Paris chuckled, seeming impressed.

"Always getting better," I agreed. "Now, go in and change." Paris sighed, threw the top over her shoulder, and headed into my little cottage home. I heard my Mom's quiet hello, and then focused my camera. Dang it, stupid sun! It was getting in the way. Of course. I really needed it, just slightly left, out of the lens of the camera.

"I'm back, and I think this one's my favorite," Paris said, while observing herself in the silk shirt. I nodded,then motioned for her to pose to the left.

One of the reasons I just ADORED Paris was because she was just so great in photos. Sure, it seems like a weird reason for liking her, but to me it was important. She was pretty, and not camera-shy, like me. I had never taken a photo of myself. I didn't even think there were any pictures of me, anywhere. Also, Paris' social butterfliness (Is that even a word?) complemented my antisocial personality. Even though I don't want to get into the mushy stuff here, Paris is really and truly my best friend.

Of course, I have two, but does your great-grandpa really count?

Paris' POV

While I looked at my floral silk top, I realized that I inspired Hailey to pursue her dreams, and she helped me achieve mine. I make jewelry and I sell it online. I've gotten a large profit from it, and using that money, I know just what I'm going to give Hailey for her birthday... a trip to Oxford, England, just like she always wanted. It looks like an amazing place from the pictures I've seen, so I can't blame her for wanting to go. And I have to say, with all those castles and things, Hailey's hundred and seventeen thousand followers on Instagram would probably be bumped up to six hundred, seventeen thousand with the photos she could take there.

I was snapped back into reality when I heard my cell phone ring.

Oh crap.

James.

"Hailey, I have to go. My mom wants to meet up for lunch," I told her nervously, hoping she wouldn't see through my lie.

"Ok, see you tomorrow in school," she replied.

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Adios." Why do I always say that. I haven't taken Spanish since 7th grade...