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Chapter 8 - Distance - Part 2

A/N: Comment as you read, please. Also, I have a small favor to ask of you. There's over 200 of you, yet only 30 of you decided to help me out with the start of "Darkness". Now, It's not like I expect you to do anything, or that I am going to withhold or forget this story just because of the other one. However, writing means something to me. So in order for it to succeed, I need your help. It's completely fair if you don't think it's good or anything, but your support would still mean so much to me. I *NEED* you guys to keep doing this for free. And it's really not that much I'm asking of you. It's one prologue. Nothing more. So will you *PLEASE* consider helping me out with the start of "Darkness"? It would mean so much to me. Plus, in return, I could do another marathon on this story soon. Would that work for you guys? Please? I'll tell you a bit about the story in the A/N after Cami's POV. At least, read that then? Let me have a chance to pitch it to you <3

CAMI:

Waking up with a hangover had to be the worst experience in the world. Even though drinking made me feel wonderful, I really had to pay for it the day after. It was excruciating.

More so, I probably should have considered that this was my first day at work. Struggling to get out of bed just placed a sad hinge above the whole deal.

The room was empty without Annie, and I couldn’t stand looking at the barren walls or her unmade bed.

This was a piss poor start of the day. I sighed.

In order to get to the studio, I would have to get two buses. However, seeing how late I was already, I opted for the expensive solution: I called a cab.

It had been so late when Diana dropped me off last night, and I was paying for it now. Every step I took felt like the world would crash around me. I was exhausted.

Even though I didn’t like coffee, I gave it a serious thought right now. For nothing else but the caffeine. It could be the solution to everything, because… Honestly, I didn’t see how I would make it through the day.

The cab was late, and I barely reached the door one minute before I had to be there. Shane was inside the door, checking his watch.

“Playing it close, eh?” he said with a smile.

“I am so sorry,” I said. “Didn’t get much sleep last night, and nothing seemed to go my way this morning.”

He chuckled. “Happens to the best of us.” Gesturing with his hand, he led me inside. “Let’s introduce you to the team, yeah?”

I nodded eagerly, preparing myself to find more out about this incredible opportunity.

“As you might have guessed, we’re not an ordinary studio here.” Shane walked beside me down a hall. “We’re a concept studio. So whenever clients have something specific they need, they can come to us and we’ll set it up. We provide everything from concept to the result here.”

“I’d guessed that from what little you said.”

“Good.” He grinned. “We have our own crew of models and there’s a small handful of photographers here. You’ll be joining their team, and eventually, we’ll let you run your own projects.” He stopped and met my eyes. “For now, though. You’re going to help out the others.”

“Thank you,” I muttered.

“No problem,” Shane said. Turning around, he waved at a man who was walking towards us. He couldn’t be much older than us—probably a few years—and judging from the massive back on his shoulder, I guessed he was a photographer. “Camilla, meet Scooter.”