London born Gigi Lastra is struggling to make ends meet let alone make it big in the music business and make a name for herself. Working two jobs to keep her life afloat and provide for her family she's haunted by her past. That's until she meets t...
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"Holy shit! That's my fucking face!! That's huge! I'm huge!" Gigi shouts, pointing at the huge tour poster plastered on the wall as we're leaving the under- stadium tunnel.
"That's so fucking crazy like that picture of my head is even bigger than my whole body!" She beams up at the poster of her head, her eyes twinkling in excitement, it's pretty adorable seeing how happy she gets over this stuff. It's just... normal now to me, but Gigi reminds me of what it was like when I released my first song or album.
"How are you not freaking out? Your heads even bigger!" She shouts over to me,
"And sexier" I wink at her, "I do look fucking great on a poster." I shrug, Will shakes his head,
"Have you ever met a more humble man?" He slaps his forehead and turns to Gigi, they both chuckle.
"Oh fuck the both of you." Little shits, I do look good on a poster, I'm not going to lie about it.
"This is crazy. Wait Will can you take a picture of me... with me, please." She giggles at her own joke as she passes her phone to Will who takes numerous pictures of her doing different poses.
"Actually..." She looks over to me, smirking, "Come on grumpy!" She runs over and grabs my arm with her small hands, using all her energy to drag me, I stay put on the spot, finding her attempts to move me amusing.
"Ugh move you lump, come on!" I laugh at her then finally let her drag me over to the poster. She stands next to me, then scowls up at me like I just killed a puppy?
"What? Stop staring at me you midgit!" I look down at her.
"Exactly!" She huffs. The fuck is she on? Is she pissed?
"Are you drunk? What are you on about?"
"No I don't even drink you, idiot, I mean you're too tall! You're a bloody tree! It looks strange and makes me look like an elf." I laugh, she's like five foot next to my six foot three- nearly four frame, she pouts up at me buts its more a cute pout than an angry one which makes me grin even more,
"God if you're going to be moody about it," Before I even register what I'm doing, I grab her legs and throw her onto my back, she lets out a squeal and proceeds to slap me on my shoulder blade,
"What the fuck shirt-boy!" She screams in my ear, her hands gripping my biceps for deal life,
"Well, now you're taller than me," and closer to me, "So stop pouting shortcake." She pulls her body tighter into my back and keeps her head near my neck.
"I swear to god if you drop me!" She says through gritted teeth. I grab tighter on her smooth thighs and pretend to drop her, she squeals again and wraps her arms around my torso like a clamp. I could swear I feel a few fingers run up and down my abs... I'm not complaining though.
"Colton!" She shouts in my ear.
"Pose doll." I crane my neck around to look at her, she glares at me shaking her head, I give her a quick wink before turning my head back to Will who's stood smirking with the phone miles away from his face ready to take the picture.
