My Nerd Model (DISCONTINUED)

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AnnaBeths POV

"Ew what is it?" I stared at this black thing. "Its a Freaking rat." Mark growled, getting up and opening his phone up.

"A RAT?!" I squealed backing off. "Shhh!! Want all of New York to hear we have a dead rat in our kitchen?" He said covering my mouth. I pushed his hands off slightly, "Sorry..."

"I have to call an exterminator. Dang it, just as our restaurant is at its all time best review. Ho-How did this even get in here?!" Mark cried with annoyance.

"Probably this hole right here..." I said pointing at a hole that was behind the fridge.

"How did you even see that?" He pointed at it in disbelief. "I don't know, I was looking behind it yesterday cause I was curious and saw it." "And you didn't tell me" He grunted.

"Well I didnt think it was important till now" I crossed my arms defensively. "Anna..." He said dialing and pressing the phone to his ear. "I'm sorry!!" I cried, running out.

Mark shook his head softly, "Hi I need pest control..."

Violet POV

"I'm sorry we don't accept.. Street art.." The cranky ugly lady at the counter said. This art museum smelt musty and lighting so dim it was almost impossible to see the art hanging on the walls. I hated that I had to come to this but I had to pay the bills somehow. My poor art in this horrifying museum and yet I cant seem to get in it... That's pretty pathetic.

"You're kidding right?" I said flatly. "I'm afraid I'm not." She snarled. I looked at my painting that was wrapped in a brown paper bag. "Look can you just have a peek at it-" "No! If you want to put it on display either take a card or go somewhere else" She sassed.

"Okay biotch, I'm done being nice. My art is far more impressive than this sh*t hole you call an art museum. My art is one of a kind, I've impressed famous artists like Kenny Scharf, Ron English. I'm friends with poets, chefs, models and actresses. But somehow I'm here giving my art to a crabby lady who wont give me a second to impress. So tell me do I look like I'm a street artist." I spat.

She looked me up and down, No expression. "I guess you'll be going elsewhere?" She nodded. I got up, holding my painting tightly around my arm. "Good day, I hope your art gets stolen like the Mona lisa.." I said, smiling sweetly and slammed the door. Good day indeed.....

Tammy POV

"Dinner.. You. Me. Beach. Romantic evening filled with champagne and crepes. Hows that sound?" Drake asked holding my hand. "Mmm sounds romantic" I said snuggling up into his arm. We were taking a walk across Central Park near the evening. Planning out next outing.

"Good then maybe.. Afterwords.." He turned to me holding me in his arms, winking. I blushed tremendously.

"Drake.. You know how I feel about... that" I objected. He groaned slightly, "Oh come on. We've been together what? Three years? We haven't gone past making out.. Dont you think that's a little weird?" He asked.

I let go of his hand and held myself, coming to a stop. "Not really? Lots of couple don't have.. ya know.. sex."

"Eh but those are lame couples." He urged on putting his hand on my back forcing me to walk. "I mean you always try to get out of it. You write poems on the subject. Like that doesn't put you in the mood."

I gasped a little, "Its poetic, Its about making love- Ya know what I don't what to talk about this anymore. Lets talk about something else." I insisted, feeling uncomfortable.