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"Sometimes, the two most people meant for each
other are the last two to realize it."

LPOV

"Look, Alice, I couldn't give a flying fuck if he's the hottest idol right now; I refuse to interact with him."

"Leah, I hear what you're saying, but just hear me out. You take a couple hot pictures of him, whatever pose you want him in, said photos get published in magazines and such and you get a huge flow of business in. That's not too shabby for a girly that's just fresh out of college. What's wrong with that?" she countered.

Oh, Alice. She was one of my best friends. A good manager, a little pushy, but good. Of course, being the manager for the Jacob Black has not only boosted her ego, it's also made her determined to make me into my dream: a huge, big-shot photographer. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite flattered that she'd go out of her way to arrange this for me, but Jacob Black? Come on. That guy literally screams snob, like all those other hot-shot Hollywood stars that make it big just based on looks and looks alone. I mean, this guy can't even act that well for Pete's sake!

"What's wrong with that is the fact that I don't like to associate myself with people who don't respect me," I retorted, taking a sip of my latte. We were currently in a local mom-and-pop cafe and attracting a lot of attention, might I add.

"Who's to say he won't respect you? I mean, surely you'd give him a chance, won't you?" she said as she batted her eyelashes at me.

I raised my eyebrow and gave her my 'I'm-straight-and-you-have-a-boyfriend-who-I-know-I-can-beat-up-so-you-better-watch-yourself' look.

"Come on, Leah! Please? Please please please? You're a genius when it comes to photo shoots, and plus, if memory serves correct, you owe me a favor," she smirked.

I snorted.
"Yeah right. Why on earth would I owe you a favor?"

She smiled, which, by the way, is never, ever a good sign in situations in like this.
"Well," she started, letting her fingers tip-toe around her coffee cup, "remember last month when I set you up with that big hunk, what was his name? Oh, right. Sam? You never quite thanked me for that."

"I'd hardly say I owe you for that," I scoffed.

"Well why not?" she scowled.

"One, he was drunk. Two, he dragged me to a cheap motel which leads me to three, he was quite horrible in bed. Oh, and not to mention he suggested we have a threesome after we were done, and bitched about when I said no."

"Bu - "

"Oh, and then to top that off, he dragged another slut into the motel room, while I was still in there, and had sex with her. Yes, that was quite lovely. Where in that was I supposed to thank you?"

Silence. One point for Leah, none for Alice.

"Well, what about that one time I redecorated your whole house? Free of charge?"

"You said that was for my birthday," I retorted.

She pouted. Translation: I win.

"Just one shot, please?"

I sighed.
"Alice, why is it so important to you that I work with this big-shot loser that has no manners?"

"Because I have a feeling that you guys would make the perfect couple and when you guys get together and get married, I'd be the happiest person in the world, then I would repeatedly say, 'I told you so, I told you so, I told. You. So!' and then you'd owe me indefinitely," she said in a breath, ending with a huge smile.

Not humane, I thought to myself.

"Oh god. Okay, how about a proposition?"

"What kind of proposition," she said as she sat straighter up.

"Here's the deal. I have one shoot with him, fine, but after that, you lay off my back. You'll stop setting me up with creepy guys that you think would be the perfect guy for me, cause let's face it honey, you said the same exact words right now about Sam. Then, you'll owe me indefinitely because you made me work with an uncivilized and non-mannered monkey. Deal?"

She smiled and held out her hand.
"Deal."

APOV

"Wait, so why am I doing this again?"

"Because, Jacob. She is my friend and she is one of the hottest photographers out there, in more ways than one. She will be able to capture the beauty within you that no one else sees, thus making you appeal to more women. Well, teenage girls, really, but still. Jacob, you're 23. You're not getting any younger, sweetheart," I said with a sad smile

I'm a horrible person, I know, but hey, what gets the job done, right?

"Right ... and where does the whole charming part come in?"

I chuckled nervously.
"Let's just say I made a couple mistakes picking out her last ... boyfriends."

"So you want me to humor her? What if she actually falls for me? I mean, come on, who could resist all this," he said while he flexed, "wouldn't that hurt her?"

Kid had a point. I guess I never thought of it that way.

"Fine. Just go to the shoot and make her name known. It's the least you could do for me after God knows how many years I had to deal with your shit as a child."

"I was a child! How was I supposed to know that you shouldn't stick bubblegum in someone's hair?"

"Whatever. Go! Vamoose! I need to think!"

I sighed and sat down. I just want my best friend to have what I have: a good spouse that will stand by her no matter what. Plus, that girl needs to get a good lay. Is that wrong of me to ask for?

Something a little ... different. Hope you guys like it! Review please!

Love, Doll.