Hey everyone! This is a new story that came to me one night! I really wanted to do a human Rose and Dimitri story soo I did! I really hope that it will be a good idea and it won't mean that I am stopping my other stories, I will be trying to do all of them! I will work on each of them, but for now, please enjoy my new story...Behind the Camera.
"Turn your head to the right…your other right! Damn, are all models airheads?" I muttered to myself as the blonde, skinny model giggles and turns her head in the right direction. "Why did I agree to this job?"
"Because you needed job, we needed a photographer, and you happened to love photography." My assistant, Sydney, retorted. I rolled my eyes at her, before snapping two more photos of the back-to-school fashion model.
"Done, you can go now!" I yelled at her. She paled and scampered off the set, faster than the last girl. She would be back though, they always come back.
"Must you always be so rude to them?" Sydney sighed out, frustrated.
I smirked, "It gets the job done, and it's get me home faster." I replied putting up my camera in its rightful bag, and then slinging its strap over my shoulder. She chuckled, scratching things off on the clipboard that she held. I watched as she sighed and scribbled something onto it.
"Okay, let's go up to your office and transfer the photos over-"
"Why can't we do that tomorrow?" I whined, which she responded by throwing me a hard glare.
"Stop acting like a child Rose." She stated.
"Syd, it's almost ten, and by the time I get home, it will be eleven. Unlike you, I actually get tired when the sun goes down, and sleep." I rub the palms of my hand against my eyes stifling a yawn. We had been up at the studio since ten this morning, only got a lunch break, before starting up again.
She finally seemed to establish that because she sighed and put her clipboard in the little black bag hanging on her shoulder. I squealed and hugged her happily. I heard her chuckle in my ear before pulling back uncomfortably.
Sydney wasn't one to hug, or talk to casually. She was all work and no play, and I have seriously tried to break that shell, but I've had no luck so far. Sydney had nice features, such as dark-blonde hair that framed her face, and pretty brown-colored eyes. It was a good combination on her but I have never seen her show them. Her body wasn't as curved as mine, but it was still skinny and fit. She was almost as tall as me, though I wasn't very tall, maybe 5'4?
That was the only similarity though; I had dark, brown hair that almost reaches my butt. I loved my hair, I thought it was my best quality; I never let anyone cut it. My brown eyes completed that along with my skin tone, which was best described as an Arabian princess. I'm not conceded either, but I did know that I had curves in all the right places, and could pull off anything. Boys followed me around all throughout high school, and I even had followers in college. I never let them come near me though; I knew they only had one thing in mind.
"So, since I'm giving you the night off…be here by eight tomorrow." I gaped at my assistant, trying to see the amusement in her words. She was staring straight at me, no humor showing at all.
"What?" I shrieked at her. She smirked at me, before turning around and strutting towards the door across the building.
"No later!" She shouted before the door closed behind her figure. I groaned before grabbing my purse and walking towards the door quickly. The faster I got home, the more sleep I get. I was not a morning person, if I could, I would sleep to twelve every day. I barely made it on time when I get here at ten!
I sifted through my purse so I could locate the keys to my Pontiac G8, while making my way through the empty car park towards the only car still there; my beautiful, red Pontiac.
In seconds, I'm speeding down the road towards my small two-room apartment. Many people ask me why I don't have a house, in sunny California, but why should I? I live alone; it would make me feel lonelier in a big house by myself. There was no reason for that at all. I had already experienced that, since my mom was never home, always away for business, and my dad was sneaking around, interacting, probably illegally, with drug dealers and mobsters like himself.
I had lived alone many times during my child hood years and even learned to fend for myself in my teenage years. I managed to graduate, and after working at many various locations for money, I managed to buy my way into college. It also helped that a hefty amount of money was left in my account, more likely from my father. I didn't want to take the money, but it was the least he could do!
I had majored in business, and minored in photography. I only had small jobs for my photography, making enough money for the small apartment that I am still using now. A couple months later, my best friend Lissa, introduced me to her Uncle, Victor Dashkov.
Victor is the owner, and head chief for Spirit Magazine. He saw some of my work, and offered me the job of lead photographer for his magazine. I was thrilled, overjoyed at the fact that I was working for the leading magazine company in the United States. I accepted the job, and thanked him profoundly. I made more than enough money, but never bought a house, deciding to stay in my small, homey apartment, about an hour away.
I'm into fashion just because of you it ain't the flash man, it's down to attitude I'm into fashion all because of you I got new fashion just for you
I recognized the ringer immediately, smiling as I pushing the talk key on my phone. She was already talking before I could say 'hello'.
"OH MY GOSH ROSE! YOU HAVE TO COME OVER HERE IMMEDIATLEY! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!" She screamed into the phone. I panicked and made a few quick turns, exiting the freeway and earning a few honks at me, which in turn made me flip them off.
"Lissa, calm down, what happened?" I asked calmly, though I was freaking out inside. "Are you hurt? Are you bleeding? Did Christian hit you? I swear to god Lissa if he hit you-"
"ROSE! Shut up, I'm fine! Why the hell would you come to the conclusion of Christian hurting me?" She seemed angry and I gulped thinking of the glare that she was probably sending my way. I quickly changed the subject.
"So you're not hurt?" I questioned her. She giggled into the phone, which was all I needed to know that she was fine. "Then what made you call me this late, in the middle of traffic, with very little sleep, and a very agitated stomach?" I questioned her overdramatically.
"Are you coming?" I raced past each street sign, nodding to her. When she didn't reply, I realized that she couldn't see me.
"Yeah Liss," I replied tiredly. "I'm almost a block away."
"I'll see you then," she squealed then hung up the phone. I shook my head at my energetic best friend. Lissa is the best fashion designer in California. Her work is sent all over the country and is shown off in Spirit Magazine.
We had been friends since college, her majoring in fashion design instead of business. Her first job started stronger than mine, her uncle helping her out a lot. Half a year after college she was already known in a lot of places.
Her boyfriend, Christian was just the mail boy in the company, and one day Lissa happened to bump into him. The day after she told me everything about him and that she was accidently going to bump into him again the next day. Once more, the saw each other and this time she got his number. She waited by the phone every night, or so she told me, and two nights later he called and asked her out.
That had been three years ago. Christian is six foot one, with black hair and crystal blue eyes. We are all 27 years old, Lissa and me still in the stage of will we ever find someone? I still haven't found any body that I wanted to call mine though. Of course I had boyfriends, but I always broke it off with them. I was boyfriend-less right now, gladly, not needing any extra weight at the moment.
I stared up at the two-story house that I parked in front of; familiar with the house as if I lived there, which I practically did most of the time. Sighing, I got out of my car, locking it, and heading towards the front door. Without knocking, I walk right in like I always did.
I take a peek into the living room, before walking towards the kitchen, where I could hear noises coming from.
"I hope you are making me some good food in- Ah come on! You couldn't keep your hands off each other for 5 minutes!" I groan, covering my eyes from their intense make-out session. Christian chuckled, usually sending out a snarky remark, which made me peek through my hands, wondering what put the grins on their face this late.
"Rose!" Lissa squealed running towards me. I smiled and returned the hug that she was giving me instantly.
"Yes I'm here," I tell her, "now what do you need to tell me?" I asked her smiling.
"Well it's more of a question," she replied, biting her bottom lip. My head cocked to the side, confused. "Will you be my maid of honor?" I stared at her in shock, before looking at her left hand and seeing a giant diamond nestling on her ring finger.
"Liss," I whisper to shock to say anything else. "Yes! Of course I will! I can't believe it! You're getting married!" I screamed as we jumped up and down hugging. After we were done, I ran to Christian and threw my arms around him.
"Bout time," I growl in his ear. I could even feel him rolling his eyes at me.
"We're not going to be all huggy huggy now are we?" I chuckled, punching him in the arm.
"Never happened," I remark, winking at him. He smirked back, before grabbing his fiancé in his arms once again. I was happy for them, but I also felt a little pity for myself. I'm still the third wheel in our group…actually; let's make that fifth wheel if I included Eddie and Mia. Wait! Adrian is single too, but he is always flirting with me, while I wave him off and try to ignore him…hmm maybe I could get him and Sydney together, they might make a good match. I just need a way to get Sydney to come out with us one night and-
"Rose? Helloo, anybody home? I think she has finally lost it," I growl at Christian and snap at his hand, which was being waved in front of my eyes. He jumps back and hold his hands up, smirking. "Woah girl, calm down." He cooed as if I was a wild animal. I glare at him and make a move to hit him when Lissa grabs my fists and glares at Christian.
"Stop Chris, now." She states as I smile menacing at him, mouthing a 'later'. He pales slightly, either from getting on Lissa's bad side or from my threat. I like to think of it more as my threat, though he is whipped.
"As we were saying," Lissa exaggerates, "Tasha will be here next Tuesday, along with Chris and Tasha's cousin Dimitri." I grimace at Tasha's name, a black cloud starting to glide over my mood. I hated Tasha, she was Christian's sister and the best way to describe her would be that she was user, as in, she seduces any guy on the street, has sex with them, and then tosses them away like their trash. This guy Dimitri though…I never knew they had a cousin.
"I didn't know you had a cousin," I question looking at Christian, he shrugs half-heartedly.
"He was my mom's nephew, along with my Aunt Olena, my grandmother Yeva, and my other cousins, Karolina, Viktoria, and Sonya. I kind of lost communication with them when my parents died, so never really brought them up. Since the wedding his coming though, and they are the only family I have left, I called them and they said that they would be here two weeks before the wedding. My cousin Dimitri though, wanted to come up here earlier, so he will be coming up with Tasha." Christian replies, shrugging once more, a slight pain in his tone.
Christian's parents died when he was real little, coming home after dark on their anniversary when they were attacked by some gang members wanting money. They were stabbed repeatedly, and drained of money when someone found them and called 9-11. Barely living, they were taken to the hospital, dying from blood loss 5 hours later.
He never really got over their deaths; when Lissa found him that day in the office, she changed his life. His friends said that, before Lissa came into his life, Christian was gloomy and dark. He always stood away from everybody, not having any friends in high school, many scared that he would pull out a knife one day and kill someone, the same way his parents were. He always wore black, and would glare at anyone that passed by.
When Lissa showed up that day, Christian saw an angel, which he called her repeatedly, and said that she shined light on his life every day. Though I would never say anything, Christian and Lissa were perfect for each other.
I can only say that though, because I hated Christian before, never thinking that he was good enough for my best friend, my sister. Months past, and I grew some respect for him, he loved Lissa with his whole heart, so now I think of him as a brother now.
Coming back to the present, I saw Lissa and him exchanging glances. I knew my face was one of disgust upon hearing Tasha's name.
"Rose, we know that you don't know Dimitri, but we won't have enough room here for everyone. Once Tasha and Dimitri get here, my Aunt Tatiana will be here, along with my Uncle Mikhail. Mark and Oksana were going to stay in the hotel, but we are letting them stay here too." I list all of the people in my head. It was going to be a tight squeeze, even with how big this house was. At least one or two people will have to sleep on the floor.
"This means…" I trail, raising both of my eyebrows. They exchange another look, before looking back at me, eyes pleading.
"Can Dimitri stay at your house? We know you have one extra room at your house, and you don't know him, but he is a really nice guy." Christian pleaded, and if it wasn't for the situation, I would have laughed. Christian has never pleaded me for anything.
"How long will he be staying at my house?" I mean, he could be a weirdo that will watch me in my sleep, or a total jerk, despite what they say.
"Well, the wedding is going to the twelfth next month-"
"Why so early?" I questioned, shocked at how fast they were working here. When did they discuss all of this? Didn't he just propose?
"I love her, I don't want to wait long to marry her." Lissa nodded in agreement, and I rubbed my face with both of my hands. I had a huge feeling that I was going to be getting no sleep, and will be late to work, earning at chewing out from Sydney.
"How did you figure all of this out this fast?" I asked tiredly.
"We went to dinner at five, and he proposed then. We spent the rest of dinner making plans and-"
"Making out?" They rolled their eyes, but they didn't deny it. I smirked as Lissa kept talking.
"And then we came back home and I called Aunt Tatiana and Uncle Mikhail, and Chris called his family. We were planning on telling everyone else at dinner Friday, but I couldn't not tell you." I smiled at her, kissing her cheek.
"Fine I will let your cousin sleep at my house. Can I go home and sleep now? Sydney will yell at me in the morning if I'm late." I state.
"You're always late, tomorrow isn't going to be any different." Christian replied sneakily. I glared at him, but it wasn't really used at full force, being that I was going to pass out at any minute. Thank god I only had a 10 minute drive from here.
"Shut up sparky," I yawn, tightly grabbing my keys in my right hand, and placing my left over my mouth.
"Hey Rose?" I turn to Lissa and she is smiling softly. "Will you also take the pictures for the invitations? You know, for everyone else at the office, and some of our other friends for college." I walk over and kiss her cheek, hugging her.
"Of course I will," I breathe.
"Thanks Rose, now I'm going to have the best pictures for my children to see." I smirk at Christian over her shoulder, who paled at the mention of children. "I still don't see why you don't show any art dealers your pictures at home. You could make some money off of that, and you could also put them in shows for people to see." I shook my head quickly.
Lissa always tells me that I should show people my pictures that I take away from work, but I will never do that. The pictures that I take away from work are private. It was a hobby of mine, since high school. They just mean a lot to me, and I don't think that people will enjoy it like I do.
"One day I will get you to show others your work." I sigh, and pull away from her. She has only seen a few of my pictures, but only the one that are hung around my house, my more personal one are hidden in my room. No one has seen those, ever.
"Well I'm going now, night." I reply, smiling at them and walking through the door. I turn the car on as I reach it and drive home.
Ten minutes later I pull my car into the driveway of my small white house. The front steps rotten, and in need of repairment. The paint is slowly peeling away, on the side of my hose, and plants are dying slightly in the front.
It wasn't that I didn't have the money; I just didn't have the time. I was working all day, every day, and on the weekends I would go to Lissa's house for whatever fun she was doing. I promised myself that I would clean the house up a bit this weekend.
I carefully walk up the steps and unlock the door, shaking it so that it would turn. I open it and look at the many things lying around. Besides the trash and clothes, I see my camera lying on the coffee table in the room that the house opens up into and my large notebook, resting besides it.
Picking it up, I open it up and stare at the first picture that I always keep there. Smiling, I feel a single tear escape from my eyes and I quickly rub it away, harshly shutting the binder and grabbing my camera. I trudge to my room and place my binder on the shelf, and the camera lightly on my nightstand.
Not caring about changing my clothes, I throw my shoes off and flop down on my bed. Yes, definitely too personal for everyone else. I whisper to myself, before closing my eyes, and trying to keep my mind from wondering to the black and white picture of my happy, beloved Aunt.
I wonder what the picture was...hmm well I know but do you? Please review! More details will be coming in the next chapter, but I will not mention the first picture until further into the story. I know there was barely anything on Dimitri, but that is because Rose doesn't know enough about him to really think about him. Review!