(A/N) Victoria Justice is played by Victoria Justice. Like I said, I'm a big fan of her so, if you don't like her pretend she's someone else.

It was after school and Nina, Fabian, and Amber were walking out of the drama studio, their last class, following behind Jerome and Mara. Then, Nina's phone rang. Nina looked at the screen of her iPhone and checked the caller ID. Once she saw who it was, she quickly turned to Fabian and Amber. "Uh, guys. I'll uh meet back at the house. I need to um... get something from Miss Valentine," she told them. "Okay Neens," Amber said, with a bright smile. "Do you want me to wait for you?" Fabian asked. "No. I'll be fine," Nina replied, and Fabian and Amber walked off. Once they were out of hearing range, Nina quickly answered her phone before it went to voicemail.

[bold- Nina, italics- Victoria]

"Hey, Vic"

"Hey Nina! I haven't spoken to you in like forever,"

"I know! Crazy, right? So whatcha need?"

"I'm just calling to tell you that we are going to be apart of multiple fashion shows and magazines in England. So we're flying in,"

"Modeling? Vic, you know I haven't done that in like two or three years,"

"I know! But this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. These fashion shows are for Roquel de Lafette [I made it up], Chanel, AND Gucci!"

"That's great but-"

"But nothing. You have been modeling your entire life and I know how much you love it,"

"Yes but, you know that I've given up modeling to recieve an actual education AND that I don't want anyone in my house to find out,"

"And they won't"

Nina sighed and started walking to the house. "Fine. I'll do it,"

"YES!"

"When are you flying in?"

"Tonight. Margaret [their agent], Lisa [Nina's assistant], your gran, Cathy [Vic's assistant], and I will be arriving tomorrow afternoon. Our first meeting is with Jacob Kohl tomorrow at two. It's about the fashion show for Gucci."

"But that's during school!"

"Your gran called Mr. Sweet? I think. And told him, that Victor guy, and Trudy about your modeling schedule and you are excused from your classes and curfew to attend them."

"Awesome."

"AND they agreed not to tell anyone about modeling since you don't want any of your housemates to know."

"Oh, thank goodness! I swear, if anyone found out they'd all have a cow. I mean, Jerome and Eddie have swimsuit calendar with me in it. And they both claim that that's their dream girl. But luckily, I don't think they recognize that it's me."

"Ooooh. Awkward."

"Yeah, I know."

"Are you sure you can keep this a secret?"

"I'm going to have to. I would die of embarrassment if anyone found out."

"What about that boyfriend of yours?"

"Who? Fabian? He's not into that kind of stuff. He doesn't buy racy chick magazines or lingerie catalogs."

"Are you sure he's not gay?"

"No he's not gay," Nina snapped.

"Well he may not be into that kind of stuff now, but you could change his mind."

"I think you've been partying with too many drunken male models."

Victoria laughed. "I'm just saying. Oh! And before I forget, Margaret is going to send you an email with all the meetings, shoots, and rehearsals for the next couple weeks."

"Okay. Thanks."

"No problem. Hey, can I stay at your house?"

"Sure!"

"K. Text you when we land!"

"Alright."

"Bye! Love you!" [not in a lesbian way]

"Bye! Love you, too!"

By this time Nina had reached the house where Fabian and Amber were waiting for Nina outside the house and had heard the "love you's" and were suspicious. "Who was that?" Amber asked. "No one," Nina responded. "But you told them you loved them," Fabian stated. "Why are you guys out here?" Nina questioned, changing the subject. "We wanted to make sure that you were alright. Now who do you love?" Fabian replied. "Why do I have to tell you?" Nina asked. "Cause I care about you," Fabian replied."Wow. And I thought my parents were dead," Nina said, walking past them and into the house. "Did she just call me old?" Amber asked Fabian. Fabian rolled his eyes and walked into the house, Amber followed.

*A little while later*
Nina was wearing a red tank top, that show a little bit of her black bra, and old jeans with a hole in the right knee. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed with her laptop in her lap, facing Amber's side of the room. She was typing her research paper, when her email alert chimed. Nina minimized Microsoft Word and opened the minimized Windows Browser on her desktop toolbar. She looked at her inbox and saw one new email from Margret Jamison, her agent. Just as she clicked on it, the door opened. Amber peered over the open door, her hand resting on the side of it. Nina closed her laptop halfway and gave Amber a small smile. "Hey. Supper's ready," Amber stated. "Okay. I'll be down in a minute," Nina told her, then Amber left the room. Nina opened her laptop and minimized her browser, then shut her laptop and headed out the door. As Nina walked down to supper, she began thinking about modeling.

*Nina's POV*
Now that I'm doing modeling again, I have to change my eating habits. Which means eating healthier and none of Trudy's amazing dessert. I also have to go back to my old workout schedule. Jogging, sit-ups and crunches, yoga, and pilates. I do jogging and crunches to burn calories and I do yoga and pilates to make my muscles lean and slender instead of muscular and bulky.

I walked into the dining to find everyone already there, eating Trudy's homemade pizza. I reluctantly sat down. "Nina, aren't you going to have some pizza?" Joy asked me. "Um.." I began until Trudy saved me. "Nina. I know you had heavy lunch today, so I made you a green salad with low fat ranch dressing and some water," Trudy said, then winked at me. Thank goodness for Trudy. "Thank you, Trudy," I said when she placed the plate in front of me. "Well you're missing out," Alfie said, with his mouth full of pizza. "I.. bet I am," I replied, then dug into my salad.