Just A Little Summer Cash
Chap 2
Here goes.
TKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKR
I woke up the next morning at 8:30(way too early for summer) so I could have plenty of time to get ready. Rolling grumpily out of bed, I stumbled out to my bathroom. After I had a shower, brushed my teeth, etc… I walked out my bathroom and looked at my clock. The large red numbers beamed back at me: 9:50.
"Amu, time to go," Dad called from the stairs.
"Crap," I whispered. "Just a second!"
Rummaging through my drawers and closet to pull out my outfit, a frilly black skirt with lace tracing the hem with a white off-the-shoulder top paired with fishnet stockings and black high heeled booties. I grabbed my large black purse and ran down the stairs.
"Ready!" I called nearly tripping down the stairs.
I grabbed an apple and ran outside when I got no answer. Dad was waiting in the car.
"What was taking you so long?" He asked. "We're gonna be late."
" Time got away from me," I pulled a comb an a brush out of my huge purse and started combing the tangles out of my hair then I brushed my hair, excluding my bangs into a ponytail. After securing my x-clip on my hair band, I put up my comb and brush back. I grabbed my forgotten apple and took a bite throwing my purse in the back seat. The car lurched forward suddenly and I threw my hand forward to catch myself.
"Should've been wearing your seatbelt," My dad said laughing.
I buckled my seatbelt and shot a glare his way. I saw him shiver I took pleasure in knowing I still had the touch… err… the glare. It wasn't five minutes later we lurched forward again. I glared at him.
"Dad, you drive like a bat outta Hell," I commented dryly. He smiled at me sheepishly. After a few more minutes we were in front of a large office building.
"Is this it?" I asked.
"Yep," my dad replied. He drove right past it. I was confused until I realized he was going into a parking garage. A few minutes of driving around Dad found a parking spot. I took a deep breathe, here goes. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I opened my door and waiting for dad to get out. I unconsciously rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I whispered to myself about old people, I was only joking not that Dad heard me in the first place. When my father finally got out of the car I followed him into an elevator in the parking garage. Once the hour long elevator ride was over, a blank expression instinctually came over my face. I looked around the office and saw one thing, random people running around in designer clothes. Wait… there were people seating and typing in designer clothes. I followed my dad into an office and then promptly flopped into a swivel chair. I glanced around the room once more, that's weird… this isn't an office, it's a conference room.
BAM!
All of a sudden, a group of about twenty people burst through the door.
"Hello, Hinamori-san!" was the simultaneous declaration. My father greeted them back and started chatting and shaking their hands. This was taking too long.
"Ahem," I interrupted.
"Oh, everyone this is my daughter Amu," He said gesturing to me proudly. Still plenty nervous, I nodded coolly at them, not really trusting my voice.
"It's nice to meet you, Amu," said a woman with brown hair and blue eyes. "My name is Haruhi. I'm the designer who's interested in finding a model."
I wanted to smile at her, but I'm still as shy as I was when I was ten. I nodded at her. "Likewise, Haruhi-sama."
"Oh, just call me Haruhi," She said smiling. I finally calmed my nerves enough to return her smile.
"Hello, I'm Yuu" A man about twenty years of age. "I'm the photographer." He was cute, like really cute. He had floppy brown and warm brown eyes and a crooked smile… too bad he was so old.
Haruhi pointed to two other people. "Meet the twins, they do hair and makeup."
"Hi, I'm Moe," Said the first twin. She had black hair and was wearing a floral sundress.
"Miwa" said the second twin. They were obviously trying to be different from each other because the second twin had dyed her hair silver with black strikes. She was dressed in dark jeans and a black button down shirt .This did nothing to change the fact they still shared the same dark eyes and soft facial features. I nodded in greeting to them.
"If you are my employer and coworkers," I said, "Then who are they?"
I was referring to the rest of the people who were in the room.
"Oh," a random man said. "Hinamori-san is always bragging about you we just wanted to see you for ourselves. We're from upstairs."
The crowd nodded vigorously in agreement. My head turned to shoot my dad a sharp glare. He shivered, that made me smirk a little. When I turned back to the crowd they were staring at me. It was creeping me out.
"Weeeeelllllll,"Haruhi said trying to lighten the mood. "How about you let us have a look at you."
"Some people are already having a look at me," I mumbled. I walked over to Haruhi where she and her employees circled me like vultures. If the still staring office people weren't making me nervous this sure was.
"Amu is this your natural hair color?" Miwa asked.
"Yes," I replied. A collective gasp was heard from the office people. They stared harder as if that were going to change my hair to a more normal color.
"It's so pretty," She said petting my hair. I refrained from glare at her. (AN: I realize this is creepy, but if you've ever been to a hairdresser who has never worked with your type of hair, you realize they tend to act this way.) After Haruhi stopped writing notes in a notebook I hadn't noticed before everyone stop staring except the office people… they kept on staring.
"Okay, Amu," Haruhi said. "You've got the job I call you when I'll need you."
I nodded in response. Haruhi and co. left the room. Then I was swarmed with by Daddy's coworkers.
"Amu?" one lady asked. "Do you really have a fan club?"
"Unfortunately, yes, "I droned annoyed. Then came the avalanche of questions.
"Do you have a boyfriend? My son is single."
"Will you model for me when you become famous?"
"How tall are you?"
"Can I have a hug?"
Da heck?!
"Wait," I said holding my hand up. The room went quiet satisfied, I placed my once raised hand on my hip.
"Yes, but I don't want to want to date a strangers' son, I don't know, and 5' 4"."
I looked at the person who asked the last question and glared so fiercely that he started moving towards the door.
"No."
"Let's go, Dad," I said as I left the room.
"Isn't she great?" I heard my dad say followed by a chorus of "Hai!"
The whole time I had been (moderately) excited about getting a job. I can't wait to tell my friends. Wait, I couldn't tell my friends all it took was for someone to leave a magazine or picture somewhere of tease me in front of a fan and boom! I would be mobbed. I'll just tell them I got a job working with my dad or something. I have to keep this quiet.
TKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKRTKR
Finished. I can't even remember when I started this, wow. I also feel bad about this because I've been out of school for about a week and a half and haven't updated yet but here it is. I also want to thank you guys for following my story and I would appreciate it if you would leave a review.*Pouts* Please excuse any mistakes it was a very quick proofread and I probably missed a lot in a rush to get this out.
Deuces, my fellow fan fictionists.
