Living a Double Life (McLennon)

Chapter 1

*Paul's POV*

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"Perfect! That should wrap it up for today. I'll get these sent to the editor and then sent to you. I expect these to be posted on all platforms by this coming Sunday." Jerry, my boss, shouted to me from behind the photographer.

I walked away from the big white backdrop and headed to my dressing room where the fashion designer was waiting for me.

"Okay Paul you looked FABULOUS! I can guarantee this look will be all over the United Kingdom by next month." Jackson said with a smile. I gave him a light smile and looked at myself in the big mirror.

My dark hair was gelled back perfectly and my eyebrows had the nicest arch. My eyelashes were long just like I liked them. My outfit was pretty nice too, very expensive. A light blue blazer over a nice bright white shirt with some nice white pants matched with a black belt and black pointed Chelsea Boots. I smiled at myself.

"This look is to die for and I can't wait to see the photos." I said with a smile, looking at the designer in the mirror.

"Yes well as you know you can keep all the clothes from the shoot today and I will see you at our next session! Ta!" Jackson said before waving at me and leaving my dressing room.

Back at home Mike and my dad were sitting on the couch. Mike was watching TV and my dad was reading the morning paper. It was nearly 11am, I had been at the studio since 7:30am this morning making sure we got everything put together and the clothes fit me well.

"Hey Paul, how was the session today?" my dad looked up as I entered the room.

"It was quite nice. Got loads of new designer clothes and I should be getting the photos soon." I said proudly. My dad smiled at me.

"That's good to hear, I can't wait to see them!" My dad said happily. I love how supportive he is of me and what I enjoy doing.

I carried my hangers full of clothes into my room and my brother followed me.

"Could I see what you got this time?" My younger brother asked, looking curiously at the hangers with the bags over the clothes.

"Sure! Have a look" I smiled at him and started taking my shoes off. I always showed Mike my new clothes when I got home. I usually got new clothes every weekend because the shoots were on Saturdays. I'd get the new photos on Sunday and I'd post multiple times a day for a week about all the fabulous new looks. It's a pretty cool job because I get paid and I get to keep everything I model in.

"These are all sweet! Mind if I borrow that jacket when we go to the thing at the church tomorrow?" He looked at me with hopeful eyes.

"You know you can borrow anything at any time" I laughed. Mike and I were just about the same size even though he's 2 years younger than me. Doesn't bother us because it means we can borrow each other's clothes.

I spent the rest of the day posting the last of the photos from the previous shoot the weekend before. I organized my closet and put all my new clothes in and thought about the next day. We were going to the Garden fete at the Church, I was told it is a good place to show off one of my new outfits as a lot of people were probably gonna be there.

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I was up when my alarm sounded at 8am. I got up and put on the clothes I set out the night before. A plaid shirt with a white blazer, some black pants, and some black shoes. I went to the bathroom and combed through my hair and sprayed some hairspray in and brushed my teeth.

"Come on boys! Time to go!" I heard my dad yell from down the hall. My brother passed the bathroom door and looked in and smiled at me proudly. He was obviously very happy about the jacket I lent him.

With one last look in the mirror I was off to catch up with my dad and brother.

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