A/N: Here's the second part to Shoot Me! Yay, I'm so happy I got around to typing this up. After all… a promise is a promise is it not? This story is again, dedicated to my lovely and wonderful friend, my inspirational guru and the bond that ties us all together, AquilaTempestas!I know this one is kinda slow but I was MIA for a bit. I hope this makes up for it! Now, onward with the insanity! I hope you like it :D

Oh and on another colorful note, it does have some interesting innuendos in here so don't blame me if A) You don't understand my messed up innuendo references and B) I should be stoned to death because this type of humor is not allowed here. I've warned ya!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Summary: "Mystel?" Mariah gasped. Since when Mystel was a male model?

Shoot Me (Part 2)

"Oh… My… God."

Mariah closed her eyes shut hoping her eyelids would shut for eternity. Envisioning Mystel's oiled up abs from the photo shoot made Mariah at the verge of choking. Why she had to be standing next to Ed during this lovely time was beyond her but hey, how could she argue with Ed, her boss? Opening an eye, she watched Mystel pose somewhat erm… 'seductively' in front of the camera. Gosh, how could one be so into one's self? Was his ego the size of Uranus? Either way, she tried not watching him pose as she knew; those images would be burned into her mind, scarring her for an everlasting eternity. Hell, the mere thoughts of Enrique doing these poses were…

WARNING: THE IMAGES APPEARING IN YOUR MIND MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN AGES 5 AND UNDER! VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

And ending with that colorful visual, Mariah cringed some more.

"That's it!" Ed exclaimed. "Keep on posing! Oh, yes, yes, yes! Now you've got it! Come on! Bring out the heat!"

Why do I feel like this sounds sooo wrong? Mariah thought. Fanning out her fingers, she peeked through the gaps. Eep!

"Hey Mariah, check this out,"

Mystel displayed his not-so-bulging muscles. Wow. Feeling a little witty, Mariah couldn't keep this comment to herself as she removed her fingers from shielding her eyes.

"Rei's bigger," Mariah boldly commented, grinning.

Shock! That comment alone sent his ego to plunge through the darkness of space. Maybe it was the heat or maybe it was from the small breeze drifting into the room but Mariah swore she noticed Mystel's glorified hair deflate! You know when a guy gets excited and then something kills the mood? Her comments had that negative effect. One point for the pink one! Shaking his head out of deep space, Mystel continued on posing in front of the camera only to have Mariah's words haunt him. Ed noticed Mystel's change in expression and called it quits; it was break time. Leaving the room, Mariah was left with an ego-stabbed Mystel.

Tossing a towel to him she said, "Well that was lovely, wasn't it?"

"You sure know where to hit a man where it hurts," Mystel grumbled wiping of excess oil off his body. He knew too much oil turns off the ladies and it would cause pimples. Turning to Mariah, he faked a hurt expression, pressing his hand against his shattered heart.

"Naturally," Mariah chimed. "We girls always know where to hit where it hurts most."

Shrugging he replied, "Fair enough."

Mariah moved on to the set rearranging props and kicking away Mystel's ball. Noticing Mariah bending over, he couldn't help but gaze at her curvaceous… curves.

Feeling like her butt had a large bull's-eye on it, Mariah quickly spun around. "Stop staring at my butt!"

"Sorry! I couldn't help but notice your big butt."

Silence. Mariah twitched. Realizing what he had just said, Mystel nervously smiled.

"That was a compliment."

Without words, Mariah stormed to the beach ball and dug her nails into it. One by one holes appeared. Somehow, Mystel had a bad feeling about this.

"Alright kiddies! Let's shoot some more!" Ed waltzed into the room, oblivious to Mariah's murderous glare. Clapping his hands he said, "Come on, chop chop!"

Ripping her gaze away from him, Mariah huffed and walked off set. Ed was ignorant of the fact his new employee almost murdered his top model. Well, no matter. Placing the lens on his camera, he instructed Mystel to change into casual clothes. Nodding, the blonde went to the change rooms. Mariah remained close to Ed.

"In this next segment, I want you to model with Mystel," Ed said.

Blood drained from Mariah's face. Pointing at herself she said, "M-Me?"

"Of course you, who else will it be? Our female model called in sick today so you're going to be her replacement."

Mariah swallowed nervously. "But I don't know anything about modeling!"

Ed turned to Mariah and gave her a smile. "Don't worry about it, Mariah. All you have to do is relax. I'm not going to ask you to pose in a position you're not comfortable with. It's a casual photo shoot after all."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Positive!" Ed said brightly. "Mystel will give you tips and tricks. Believe me."

"Erm…"

"I selected your clothing. They'll be in the change rooms. I do hope you like them,"

Nodding in defeat, Mariah sulked away from the studio. What was she to do? She had noclue on how to model or pose normally (not that she would pose like Mystel does). Sure during World Championship or National Championships, she only posed for quick photos from the press. All she ever did was smile and wave. Sliding her finger down the wall, she remembered those good times she shared with the White Tigers. Arriving at the changing room, Mariah noticed the black leather jacket and dark wash skinny jeans hung on the wall. Picking up those items, she realized they belonged to Guess.

"Wow," Rubbing the fabric between her fingers, this was expensive stuff.

To the side was a box of silver jewelry to choose from.

"Well these are nice."

"They sure are,"

Turning at the sound of Mystel's voice, she scowled at him.

"What are you doing here? This is the ladies change room!"

"Ugh, no, this is a unisex change room. Didn't you read the sign outside?"

How… How could she be so stupid? Picking pieces of herself she said boldly, "So."

"So?"

"…Are you going to stand there and watch me change or something?" Mariah was on the verge of hysterics!

Mystel's face immediately lit up. "YES!" Not knowing where to stop he added, "I wanted to see if those babies are real or not,"

Mystel clearly was referring to her breasts as his eyes never left them in the first place. Twitch. No sooner said than done, Mariah kicked Mystel out of the room watching him face plant into the adjacent wall.

"PERVERT!"

Twenty minutes later, Mariah stormed to the photo shoot. She did not and she meant in no way did she mean to look at Mystel who was properly dressed up wearing a black leather jacket, dark wash jeans and leather shoes. He leaned quietly by one of the props with arms crossed and somehow, in deep thought. Eh… Mariah wondered, What's Mystel thinking about? Is he moping that I kicked him? Narrowing her eyes, she quickly shook her head. Pulling out a pair of shades, he placed them on and walked on set.

Ed turned around spotting the two, "Ah you're here! Well let's stop wasting time and begin!"

Nodding, Mariah approached the set quickly adjusting loose chains dangling off her jeans. Ironing out creases with her hands, she breathed reassuring herself everything was going to be okay. Tapping her heels against the marble floor, Mariah got on set, standing next to Mystel.

"Okay kids, I want you lean against the fake wall there. Do whatever poses you like and relax," Ed instructed.

Mystel huffed. With arms still crossed, he leaned by the wall without a word. Mariah approached the wall placing her hands behind her back. Crossing her legs, she tilted her head slightly and eyes fixated on the camera.

"Beautiful!" Ed commented, adjusting the camera lens. "Such emotion!"

Why do I feel a sense of guilt? Mariah wondered listening to shutter sounds. Why should I? He's the jackass! Prick.

"Now, let's change it up a bit! Mariah, why don't you lean on Mystel?"

Mystel shifted positions and before she knew it, she was leaning on him. Without her permission, a blush crept on her face. She imagined Mystel grinning a bit as the corners of his lips curved upwards. Locked in her pose she was unable to move except the position of her hands. Mystel on the other hand seemed to enjoy her company. The feeling was strange, Mariah thought. The last time she was close to someone was several months ago hugging Rei when they said goodbye after their breakup.

"Alright Mariah, I want you now to turn around and face Mystel. Put your hands on his chest."

Red exploded all over her face! Turning around to face Mystel, a smirk was glued to his face. Pushing up his shades, his brilliantly blue eyes gazed into a golden abyss. Ed, catching the moment with his camera was pleased. He knew Mariah was a natural; she didn't need to pose or anything, all she had to do was be herself. Although Ed didn't know Mystel and Mariah's relationship, he understood the moment when someone gazes deep into their eyes revealing what they truly felt without words. Of course, he couldn't possibly confirm this but, hey; it was young love at first sight (or so he thought).

Snapping out of his daze, he noticed Mariah's cheeks were now less red. Instead, she made herself comfortable by breathing gently. Her eyes expressed something different, Ed noticed.

"I thought you hate me," Mystel said quietly, moving a hand to her waist.

"I still do," Mariah responded brushing away her bangs. "There's something about you I don't like or appreciate."

Saying no more, Mystel was instructed to move to the next set where he would sit on a motorcycle and pose. Mariah was instructed to the same only she was to sit on Mystel's lap and look 'happy'. Ed walked to the wind machine switching it on. A gush of wind flowed from the big fan before a windstorm took place in the studio. Little did Ed know, the settings on the fan were on maximum.

Yelling over the sound of the chopping blades he said, "Alright kiddos! Let's take some photos!"

Mariah's face turned grim feeling the wind's power. Carefully moving to Mystel, she got onto his lap and without her knowledge, her fingers gripped tightly onto his jacket as she tried to concentrate on the task at hand. With several shots taken, Mariah felt uncomfortable. The power of the wind was overwhelming. It was that moment she heard a creaking sound. Opening her eyes, she slowly turned her head to see a plastic chair rattling side to side.

"Ed!" Mariah yelled battling the wind. "The chair!"

Oblivious, Ed was unfortunately turned around putting in another memory card. The chair rattled some more. Mariah blinked and the chair was suddenly airborne heading towards them. Her first reaction was to immediately protect herself. She buried her face in his chest. She waited for pain. Seconds to minutes ticked by. Mariah's eyes twitched feeling an arm holding her tight. Loosening her fingers from the jacket, she slowly lifted her head. Instead of making contact with Mystel's mischievous blue eyes, she instead made contact with his serious face. Her eyes traveled the length of his arm. It was revealed Mystel caught the plastic chair. Ed turned around and released a high pitched shriek. Switching off the wind machine, he ran to the two almost stumbling upon another tipped chair.

"W-What happened?"

"The chair caught wind," Mystel replied, tossing the chair aside. "It was no big deal."

Ed's eyes widened to the size of bowls. "NO BIG DEAL? NO BIG DEAL? MY TWO PRECIOUS MODELS WERE ALMOST ATTACKED BY A CHAIR!"

Cue Mariah. "Sir… Really, it was no big deal. We're unharmed."

Ed was having none of it! Cursing himself, he grabbed the sides of his hair and pulled off his fake hair! Mariah and Mystel were horrified! Watching the photographer storm out of the room yelling at the top of his lungs, she turned her attention to Mystel whose serious face was now replaced by this trademark smirk.

Mariah narrowed her eyes. "What's with the stupid look?"

"Nothing."

"Your 'nothing' sounds like your plotting," Mariah shot. "Spill the beans, broom head!"

Mystel moved this hand to his heart as if he stabbed it with poison. Shattered heart twice in one day. "Ouch. For a lady such as yourself, your words sure have a punch do it."

"Spill now,"

Mariah shifted into a better position to stare him in the eyes. She had no clue how close they were.

"Ok fine. Well, since I saved your life, I think I deserve a reward or at least a thank you."

She arched an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

"Why would I be kidding?"

"You saved me from a flying chair, big deal," Mariah waved her hands. "It wasn't like the fan was dislodged or something."

Mystel expressed a hurt expression but suddenly turned serious. "I would have protected you even if the fan headed your way. I would curse myself if I failed to protect you even if you think this is a small matter."

Mariah was silenced. Why? Why would he do this? Was it because he saw her as a weak girl unable to do anything or rather… was it something else she failed to pinpoint? Either way, maybe he wasn't as bad as he looked, she thought. Since her breakup with Rei, Mariah wasn't able to trust men because of their games. Shaking that thought out her head, Mystel was right; he deserved a thank you. Sighing, she got off him and adjusted her jacket.

Without looking at him she said, "I guess I owe you a date, huh?"

Mystel's ears perked up. "What? Can you repeat that?" Cupping his hand around his ear, he had to listen to her words carefully.

"Date, dumbass. D-A-T-E. Or if that's not good for you, I'd like to take you up on that lunch offer you said yesterday,"

Hopping off the motorcycle, Mystel headed toward the door and this time, he smiled. Extending out a hand he said, "Sure, why not? I know this awesome café nearby!"

Taking his hand, Mariah couldn't help but smile. "It better be good Mystel or else I won't properly thank you for saving me!"

Now he arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And what do you have in mind?"

Mariah giggled. "Shhh, it's a secret!"