A/N: hey ya'll! Okay, so this is like my fourth fanfic and I realllllllllly like it :) I already have a few chappies planned in my head, so HOPEFULLY-MAYBE-POSSIBLY-PER CHANCE I can update daily. But no promises :)
so in this lovely story, Life of a Model: Starring Rosalie.... Rosalie is semi-depressed at the beginning. But in her situation, who wouldnt be?
Cosmo DOES LIKE-LIKE Rose IN THAT WAY!!! *can I be ANY clearer about that little fact??*
Rosalie THINKS she MIGHT LIKE LIKE Cosmo IN THAT WAY *nothing definate yet!!*
Cosmo is a good guy, I promise...
Rosalie isnt one of those superficial models that are total Primadonnas, she is down-to-earth and stuff. Pretty OOC I might add... sorry if you like the original Rose but I am changing herr!!! LOL.
Erm... I think thats it... PM me with questions...or complaints... or compliments... or a treasure map... LOL :)
Disclaimer: I own the hottie that is Cosmo... you can have Rose, ! LOL.
I walked in the red, five inch, stilettos down the hallway on the twenty-fifth floor of the fanciest hotel in Paris, France. These weren't even actually my heels, my handler just handed them to me and said 'Go walk. Now.' Pleasant isn't she?
A handler is basically a babysitter for models or actors under the age of eighteen, whose parents can't travel with them. Mine was named Deneen, and I thoroughly disliked her.
Reaching the end of the hallway, I stopped and looked out the window.
I looked down to the pavement; the pavement that I desperately wanted to hit. How badly I wanted to simply open the window and leap out, still wearing Deneen's ugly stilettos.
I was near tears. It finally clicked in my mind how far up we really were, and how much it would hurt to hit the pavement. It also clicked that I couldn't jump. No madder how much I wanted to, my body would not listen to my brain.
So I turned around, and did fifty more walks in the stilettos.
**one hour earlier! **
I typed in my insanely corny password to my Mac Air Book. It was DaddysLittleModel7 and it as been my password for everything since I was seven, when my mom died. Ever since then, it had been just my dad and me.
My dad, Carlisle, was a photographer and was always telling me how beautiful I was. He constantly told me I should model, but my mom was a model, so I just couldn't do it. But, on my thirteenth birthday, I finally caved. Immediately, I was signed with Elite Model Management.
Logging into my email, I found that I had two unread messages. Both from the CEO of Elite, Cosmo.
I opened the first up, and nearly stared crying tears of joy. Finally after three years of walking in heels higher than you can imagine down runways hundred of feet long, wearing dresses more expensive than new cars, and posing for campaigns that had absolutely no point, my dream was coming true.
Vh1 wanted to launch a new reality show, entitled "The Life of a Model: Starring Rosalie Hale". Finally, I could do what I have always wanted, acting, or at least being on TV, since it was a reality show.
Smiling wider than the I-75 highway, I opened the second email; only to have all of that happiness taken away.
The next email was sent to me for one purpose: to give me the news of my father's death. He was on his way to Paris to visit, and to do a last minute shoot for Vogue, when his plane crashed. I told him to use the private jet, but he wanted to fly first class with a friend. When I suggested taking her on the jet too, he simply said 'End of discussion'
Instead of tears of joy, tears of sadness and despair came to my eyes. Where was I supposed to go? Who would take me? I was sixteen; I still needed a legal guardian. And I still wanted to model, well act anyway.
I pressed speed dial number two on my Sidekick cell phone, and Cosmo's voicemail played. Number one is, well was, my dad. I dialed Cosmo again. And again. Until he finally answered.
"How's my favorite beauty doing?" He asked.
"I was a lot better before I got your email." I told him sternly.
"Oh ya. I'm sorry babe, I really am." Cosmo is an actor, so of course he sounded sincere.
Cosmo is twenty-one years old, six foot four, blonde, with eyes as blue as the ocean. Of course he was an actor.
"Cosmo. You emailed me to tell me my father is deceased. Can we say avoiding?" Attitude was the only way to get through to Cosmo.
"We could… but I'd rather say congratulations on the topic of the new Vh1 show…" Cosmo knew me far too well, as soon as he brought that up, I wasn't mad at him anymore.
"Thanks." I said while smiling.
"No problem, sweet heart." Cosmo always used pet names for me. And we flirted a lot…
"But, Cosmo, where I am supposed to go? You know my dad was my only parent." I re-visited the subject.
"Well… I was thinking… I could adopt you or whatever til you turn eighteen." Cosmo would. And he sounded like he was smiling.
"Wouldn't that be a little…awkward?" I wondered.
"Not on my part. Besides, would you rather be adopted by a stranger?" It's not like I didn't want to live with Cosmo or whatever, but…he's twenty-one. And attractive…
"Okay. Well you know when I get back in the country, so I guess I'll call you later." I told him, defeated.
"Kay. See ya later babe." And with that, our phone call ended.
I ran to the bathroom, which was basically as big as a regular hotel room, and cried. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I wanted to cry more, I wanted to cry forever. But my eyes refused to co-operate.
I opened the door to see Deneen standing there with a pair of disgusting red stilettos.
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After a whole other week in Paris, I was finally heading home. Too bad I didn't know where home was…
Cosmo picked me up at LAX. As soon as I saw him, he ran towards me and embraced me in a hug. I had missed him,which was odd because I never really missed him before.
"Hey, beautiful. How was your flight?" He greeted me.
"Like every one I have been on…" I said, annoyed.
"Do I detect a little 'tude missy?" Cosmo joked in his 'gay' voice. It always made me laugh even though it was completely awful...
"So. When do you become my legal guardian?" I asked him on a more serious note.
"As of… two minutes ago." He told me proudly.
"And they're really okay with the head of the agency adopting me? Especially when he is so young?" I wondered skeptically.
"Yup. Pretty beastly huh?" Cosmo said, using his weird adjective that no one but him understood.
"Don't say beastly… So. Where are we going?" No one ever really told me where I would be moving, and I had never been to Cosmo's place before.
"My seaside condo, where all of your belongings have been set up in the extra room." He explained, proudly.
"Well look at you thinking ahead." I laughed.
We got into Cosmo's blue BMW and drove off, to a place I had never been before, with a guy that I found semi-attractive, wher we would live in his private condo, just the two of us. Joyous.
A/N: :) there's a picture of gorgeous Cosmo on my profile. Also there is my other fanfics, which I HIGHLY siggest you read if you luv me and want me to continue this :) like about half of all my ideas, this was sposed to be a one-shot...epic fail lol. ONE DAY I WILL ACTUALLY COMPLETE A ONE-SHOT! I PROMISE!! LOL. and I will totally be proud and gloat about it :) so... erm... thats all doc :) ~peace&&love, cassadi!
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