I'm putting the real Author Note below this chapter!
Chapter One
Tris POV
I wake up to the familiar but annoying sound of my alarm clock. I have tried to make the alarm a pleasant sound for example currently it is my favorite song, Fancy by Iggy Azalea but even that makes me want to punch the little box that has the time, 7:00am in red letters. I eventually lift my arm up and turn off the alarm before swinging my legs over the bed so I'm sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
After about ten minutes of taking numerous long blinks I'm getting up and heading towards my clean bathroom. The building's maid works her way up the building of ten floors. I am on the first floor, the penthouse with a small yard. She usually cleans my apartment as early as six am so she must have just left. No wonder, I think. Last night my counter was covered in makeup remover, kits, makeup bags, and etc. Now it's spotless.
I wait for the shower to become warm by undressing and starting some music on the little radio by the sink. Turn Down For What by DJ Snake & Lil Jon fills the room as I step into the now warm shower and start cleaning myself.
x.X.x
With a pink towel over my wet body I look through my dresser until I find a suitable outfit for today's extremely hot weather. I choose a Forever 21 floral print skirt with a loose black tank top, and finally a simple pair of black vans and a rose necklace.
I turn on the weather channel before sliding a piece of toast into the toaster and a poptart on the other slot on the toaster. A shitty breakfast but I barely have anytime to spare if I want to get to the studio by eight thirty.
"March twenty-first, 7:37am, 2014. Today the weather of Manhattan will be the mid nineties, clear skies, a 30% chance of rain. Throughout the day and most likely tomorrow the weather will stay like this, if the temperature can rise above 97 today New York City will reach a record for the highest temperature of the year! Now we go to Franklin for the traffic..."
I turn off the TV after the weather report with a huff. I didn't want summer to be hot this year but I guess the odds aren't in my favor. But its summer soon isn't it? That's why I have to get to work earlier from now on out.
Once I finish eating my small meal I make my way outside of the apartment building and down the right corner. I wave for a cab and in about four minutes I am stepping into a cab with advertisement for The Purge: Anarchy written on top of it.
( AN: There actually are cabs that have advertisement for Purge 2 )
I walk out of my small changing room I've had for almost a whole year and start picking my way around the dozens of wires on the ground, tripods with or without a thousand dollar camera on top, and photographers in black clothing until I am standing in front of the studio's white wall.
Robert hasn't joined me yet so I have time to actually look down at what I am wearing for this shoot. I am wearing a black spaghetti strap crop top that has white mixed with grey flowers scattered on it with a sweetheart neck line, then a gorgeous white lace skater skirt, and a pair of black lace flats. This will be the start of Hollister's summer collection, I thought.
I look around afterward and see my friends Marlene and Shauna by another shoot, but they have a green screen behind them. I wonder if they are already starting the summer collection shoot?
"Hey!" I smile when I reach them. They say hello before hugging me.
"We are staying till after your shoot so we can properly say goodbye to Robert." Shauna sighs afterward. I think the entire studio is disappointed that my partner, Robert is leaving.
"I know. I wish he wasn't but oh well! He will invite us to his wedding hopefully." I joke. We tease Robert about his wedding dreams he has told us about in a game of would you rather. He wanted a small but fancy wedding on a mountain.
"Tris Prior! Your shoot starts in five minutes, please head over to your studio number, one." I huff and curse under my breath. Whoever is behind that intercom is a pain in the tail. She always tells me the studio number when its the same one every time. She even tells me to go there when I am standing in the studio.
"Well bye!" Marlene and Shauna say with a apologetic expression.
"Bye." I wave goodbye before skipping back to my studio and waiting on a black stool one of the photographers use.
I look back up from the floor to see Robert right next to me, smiling like the lunatic he his. I jumped out of my skin, causing me to almost loose my footing and my heart.
"Robert! Don't do that again!" I try to say it firmly but fail miserably, instead I end up smiling and laughing softly.
"I wont be able to." He tried to joke about it. Robert was leaving for a college in Chicago tomorrow, so this was our last photo shoot. I will miss him so much, I auditioned for this job with him when we were 17 and together we became the main models of Hollister.
"And don't joke about that." I replied. He opened his mouth to speak, but whatever he was going to say I would never know because just then a photographer yelled,
"Look at me!" I frowned for only a second before doing as he said. I am used to it, harsh photographers who only did this job for money. I turned to face the camera and put on a fake dazzling smile while making sure how I was standing didn't wrinkle the new clothes I didn't even own.
x.X.x
"That's all for today!" The same photographer yelled. I huffed in relief, even if this photo shoot only took twenty minutes. The photographer was a different guy and must have had a bad day because he screamed every minute. We all knew they were just doing this shoot to squeeze in a few more pictures of Robert before he was gone for good. Maybe that's why our main photographer is gone, he wasn't aware of this till a few days ago like us all.
"Can me and Robert take a picture for Instagram real fast?" I questioned out load to no one in particular. One of the photographers gave me a small nod with a shy smile and angled her camera towards me and Robert.
"Stay Fierce," I whispered in Robert's ear before tossing my leg over my head and gripping my ankles with my hands. I smiled at the camera while Robert did what I said and did the Stay Fierce finger thing on his left eye.
"Nice." Robert told me when the photo was taken. I shrugged, I did a needle that I hoped was as perfect as it used to be. I used to be a point flyer, Senior level five cheerleader until I aged out of my team when I turned 18. I wasn't that depressed because I was prepared but I do miss being able to do stunts with people who actually know how to do baskets and scorpions and I was starting to loose my flexibility due to the lack of stretching, I noticed it in my needle.
"The photo was sent to you guys." The photographer announced. I almost forgot we needed to get the photo.
"Thanks." I smiled brightly before pulling out my phone to indeed see the photo was sent to my email a few seconds ago. I post the photo on Instagram with a caption;
Last day with the big brother :( I will miss him soo much
Once it was posted I watched my feed blow up with comments and likes in seconds before deciding to put my phone away. I look up to see Robert posting the picture. I wait patiently has he does an extra long caption ( he is secretly a nerd! ), so he is in love with putting over thousand words in his captions.
I look away from his phone to see Marlene and Shauna sneaking up to him from behind. I stifle a laugh until they lightly tap on his shoulder, almost making him drop his new iPhone on the floor. Now I cannot stifle my laughter and soon the entire studio is staring at my friends and me.
"Hey Robby!" Marlene smiles and hugs him. I turn around from their goodbyes to give them privacy.
After checking behind me when the girls voices were gone I turn around and wait for Robert to finish his Instagram caption
The second he finally looks up at me we both start breaking into tears and so soon we are grasping each others bodies as if we were each other's lifeline and were crying into each other's shoulders. I close my eyes has I feel his fingers run into my golden hair and he whispers nothings in my ear.
"Robert?" I whisper, still hugging him.
"Yea?" He replies in a voice muffled by silent sobs.
"Promise to facetime me every Wednesday?" I was serious. We talked about all of this before but it never felt real till now. My best friend is leaving me and I may never see him again.
"Yup. Promise to not love the next model too much?" He teased. I did a small gasp and slapped his shoulder. "He may be hot." Robert continues, knowing it drives me insane.
"Your pretty hot, Robert!" I laugh and finally pull away from our goodbye embrace. I hastily wipe away my tears.
"Studio closing in five!" A voice echoed throughout the intercom. I sighed and looked away.
"Hey.. Look at me." Robert nudged my chin up gently and looked into my eyes. "This isn't a goodbye, it's a see you soon."
"See you soon, Robby!" I tried to brighten the mood but the old nickname didn't succeed.
"Yup." He bent down due to my 5'2 height and pecked my lips before rushing out of the studio without looking back.
x.X.x
Once I locked up my apartment door I immediately walk into my master bathroom and started a hot shower. I cannot handle this. I wish I could, I hate being weak but I just cannot control my feelings.
Robert has been my best friend since Middle School, At 17 we auditioned for Hollister just to make fun of how hardcore they are and to just experience having cameras flash photos of you they would never use. We laughed throughout the entire hour yet we still got a fancy white envelope a month later confirming we made the cut and we would have our first shoot in four weeks. Since then we became closer and together been on every red carpet together, accepted every award together, and talked to each other only till now. Now he will be hours away from me and I will be left here, waiting for the next Hollister guy to come around, then I'd have to put on a extra fake smile and eventually have those gross photo shoots where personal space doesn't exist. All with another guy.
When I came out of my shower with a cotton blue towel wrapped around me I spend extra time in front of the mirror. My golden hair was dripping wet and reached just below my breast. My dull eyes seemed to be more alive after the heated shower and instead of a ugly grey they were a bright blue, oh how I wished they always looked like this. I always wanted green eyes too. Not even one pimple covered my face, if one did I would either have to shower makeup on it or be fired. Defiantly Hardcore.
I sighed with disapproval while walking out of the bathroom and quickly putting on comfy pajamas and covering myself in covers. I turned on my flat-screen TV to the news. They were talking about our Mayor, named Marcus Eaton who has just returned from his trip to Italy. Ugh, I hated that guy, he just has to much negativity on him already. There are rumors that he pays for sex, abuses his 21 year old son, and overdoes on drugs and is an alcoholic. But I have also heard he is a good man and his son is incredibly hot.
Okay hey!
This is my third fanfiction and lets just say, I really love this idea! Remember I created this idea and if I find another story with this idea after mine is published, you will be dealing with me.
Let me clear things out; when I said "And eventually have those gross photo shoots where personal space doesn't exist" I am not talking about that, just kissing or hugging.
And I know Hollister's home base is California but I have never been to California so I would be horrible at portraying that, but I have been to New York every summer since I was five.
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