"Yeah, I think we should just you know get over it," I say
"Yeah like pretend it never happened," Four replies Yes he agrees!
"Exactly with like my brother being your friend and him being over protective of me and stuff," I reply
"Agreed," he says
"Friends?" I suggest
"Friends," he says
Awkward silence
"So umm tell me a bit about yourself, that's what friends do right?" I ask
Four chuckles fuck that's hot "Well my name is Four as you know, it's a nickname from high school that stuck, I was the number 4 in all four of my jerseys for sports, I played soccer, lacrosse, football and ice hockey in high school, I'm currently 22 and I'm currently on my 6th year in studying for a PhD in medical science at Ivy and I'm on the Varsity football team,"
"Impressive" I comment.
"Your turn,"
"My name is Beatrice but please call me Tris, in high school I was a complete nerd and had no life, once I finished I took 4 years of law and planned to take a year off to well let's say party, I got drunk a lot, slept around a bit and apparently I gained an 'attitude', parents hated it and shipped me here to my brothers, I'm a 20 and I like food?"
"Impressive," he mimics me
"Oh shut up, I know it's not as cools as your PhD in medical science or anything,"
"Well are you continuing law?" he asks
"Yeah, I always loved law, I liked how I could help innocent people," I mentions.
Another awkward silence
"I heard that you had like an apartment near the beach but you still live here," I state.
"Ahh yeah I have one near Venice Beach, Zeke used to live there with me but than Uri came up to LA and they got a house so we all moved in,"
"So you'd rather stay in this house rather than a penthouse suite at a beachfront 5-star hotel," I exclaim
"Yeah, well Zeke and Uriah is my best friends since middle school, plus it gets lonely at the suite,"
"Wait, you grew up in Chicago?" I ask
"Yeah,"
"How come I never seen or heard of you,"
"I lived on the other side of town with my dad from you guys,"
"Oh, you lived more downtown,"
"Yep" he answers
"When I went for a run I saw you on a billboard, you model?" I ask Obviously Tris, I mean fucking look at him and you fucking saw him on a billboard modelling…
"Oh yeah, you saw that?" he says embarrassed scratching the back of his neck glancing at the floor.
"Don't crack under pressure," I say in mysterious way.
He flashes me a smile and a small chuckle.
"I'm not into the model industry or anything, just keeps the money rolling in," he explains
"TAGHeuer? That seems to be quite into the model industry, what else do you model for?" I ask.
"Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Hugo Boss, Rolex, Omega, the watch brands are really into this sexy face," he says playfully
"Fuck mate, there really big brands," I say
"Not really, I'm kind of that guy that lingers there in the billboards that no one knows, which I like,"
"I've modelled for Louis Vuitton a couple times and Topshop but that's it,"
"It's good money, just stand there they take some photos and poof you've got couple thousand dollars," he mentions.
"Amen to that,"
"TRIS," I hear Zeke yell from downstairs.
"Apology time, go to go" I say to Four.
"Well, have fun,"
I run downstairs to a guilty-looking Zeke.
"Tris I'm sorry for thinking that you would have sex with anything that has a penis," he says
I burst out laughing.
"Great description,"
"Shut up I'm trying to apologise, you're my baby sister an-,"
"Dude I'm 20, your 2 years old-,"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP," he shouts "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I am sorry about what I said but I'm your big, tough older brother and I'm suppose to protect you from the disgrace that boys are to this world,"
"Zeke you're a guy,"
"Yes but I'm a good one," he argues
"Obviously" I emphasize as I pinch his cheek "Consider apology accepted,"
"I love you Trissy poo," he says giving me a bone crushing hug.
"And I love you," I say hugging him back.
|Next Morning|
Ugh I start University in a week. I check my phone 9:52am and a little notification telling me I have a shoot today for Topshop. I put on a black sports bra, a loose red shirt and some black tights before chucking on my classic black and white Nikes. I lightly jog for about 3 miles with Kanye blasting through my earphones, occasionally nodding my head to the sick beat. I sprint the last mile and I slow down when I see my guardian angle. Starbucks. TRIS NO STARBUCKS I tell myself as I slowly jog past with my eyes glues to the shop. I slam into a person.
"Sorry," I mutter
"Tris?" the person questions
"Oh hey Four," I say "Sorry for running into you,"
"You seem to have a keen eye for Starbucks," Four says
"Yeah well it is Starbucks,"
"Come on, let's grab some," he suggests
"No, no, it's fine,"
"Come on, it's irresistible,"
"Okay, Starbucks is irresistible," I say giving in
We enter in and order.
| 30 minutes later |
"No way," I exclaim
"Yeah Zeke was going crazy the next morning," Four laughs
"Did he serious sleep with the store owner to get some ramen for free?" I shout
"Yep, he was like 'Well at least we have a 3-month supply of ramen now'" Four says
"Oh my gosh, I can so imagine that he ac-," my phone bings.
2 hours still photo-shoot
Than my phone rings, Tori, my manager.
"Sorry one second," I tell Four before I answer.
"Hey Tori," I say
"Sup, just to remind you have two hours till your shoot, it's at Venice so you should start head out sooner or later,"
"Yeah I'll head out soon, thanks,"
"Bye Tris,"
"Bye Tori,"
"Where you heading?" Four asks
"Venice, I have a shoot,"
"Do you want a ride if your willing to stop for a couple minutes, I need to grab some mail from my apartment and check some stuff," he offers
"Sure, I just need to change and have a shower back home," he nods
We head out and I see his shiny black Maserati Granturismo.
"Meet my baby," he says before getting in.
I get in at the passenger's seat in awe of the car.
"It took countless modelling gigs and a year of being an Air Traffic Controller, let me tell you, the most boring thing ever and three years of being a gym instructor," he mentions
I feel bad, my parents just gave me my car. Four actually worked for his car.
Sooner or later we arrive in front of Four's apartment building. I insisted on getting out of the car since we had been driving for like an hour. Boy, was it fancy.
"Good Morning Mr Eaton," the doorman greets.
"Mornin' Burt," he replies.
He walks toward the elevator with me following behind. He scans the key and the elevator shoots up to floor 71. I hear his breathing quicker and slightly louder.
"Not a fan of small spaces?" I question
"Everyone is afraid of something," he says
"I was convinced you we're some inhuman giant, superhero or something that was not scared of anything," I tell him shrugging my shoulders.
"An inhuman giant superhero that's fearless," he chuckles, "That's the look I always I aim for,"
"Well what do you think Captain Obvious, I'm 5'3 and your 6'," I state.
"Inhuman and fearless," he says with smile and his eye brows raised.
"Well you're quite intimidating,"
"So you immediately linked me with Hulk," he says with a small chuckle.
"Well, your not green," I say.
Bing
We arrive at the floor. I step out of the metal box and embrace my surroundings. A marble floor and white walls decorated paintings. There was a coffee table thing with a decorative bowl on top; inside was a large stack of mail. In front of me stood a large mahogany wooden door. Four quickly grabbed the mail and walked through the door holding the door for me. A modern penthouse welcomed me; a place where windows replaced walls. The natural light was dimmed from sheer curtains blocking a minimized amount of sunlight and the breath-taking view. I look around. A single chaise lounge facing the window. He has a thing for chaise lounges chairs. A large TV mounted onto a wall with an expensive couch facing it. A nice granite kitchen with an island of counters occupying a sink neighbouring an informal dining room. The place was nicely decorated with plants, paintings, pictures and sculptures.
"Why the hell don't you live here?" I ask
"Well, I hate heights and it's very lonely up here," he mentions
"Excuses, excuses," I mumble
"What did you say?" he asks in a playful offended matter
"Excuses, excuses," I say much louder.
"HULK IS ANGRYYYYY!" he says in a deeper and louder voice.
I burst out laughing.
Bing!
UGH WHATS WITH ALL THE BINGS TODAY.
15 minutes' till shoot my phone notifies me.
"My shoot is in fifteen minutes I've got to get going," I say
"I can drive you," he says
"No it's only like a five minute walk from here,"
"Yeah well who's your ride home," he says with a smug smile on his face.
"Oh yeah, the shoot shouldn't last long,"
"It's fine, I wouldn't mind watching you," he ways with a wink before starting to walk toward the elevator.
I feel my cheek heat up and I follow behind him.
It takes around 10 minutes to drive there from traffic but we finally get there. I spot Tori and walk up to her with Four behind me.
"Tori," I say walking up and hugging her.
"Good you're here, dressing room is there hurry and get changed," she says pointing to a door.
"Okay, I hope you don't mind, I brought my friend Four because I don't have a car currently," I explain
"Its fine, now hurry," I nod and run to the dressing room.
I place on the button up white shirt and button all but the two top buttons and tuck them into the jeans and loop the black belt around my waist.
I step out and everything is chaos. A lady comes and unbuttons and extra four buttons of my shirt so it looks like a deep V-neck shirt and untucks one half my shirt. Than I get pushed into a chair and I get my hair and makeup done in 10 minutes before stepping into the actually shooting area.
"I'm Caleb, the photographer, nice to meet you," he says offering a hand
I shake it, "Tris, Tris Prior,"
"Okay Tris, look at and slightly open your mouth," he says.
I do as told
"…Yes, yes, more flirty, sexy…."
"Tilt you head a bit…."
"Hand in your pockets…"
"…yes…"
"….fantastic…."
"..lean against the wall.."
"..slouch.."
"….pout for me, Tris, pout.."
I see Four behind me imitate Caleb and I release a small chuckle.
"Great work, next," Caleb shouts.
The chaos starts again.
I get pulled into the dressing room and place on a green sequins dress that's stops mid-thigh and place on some black stilettos. Fuck I hate heels.
The left my hair and makeup the same. Thank lord
"Tris, look oblivious,"
Yet again I do as told.
"No no how about side shot and fish gape,"
What the fuck is fish gape?
Behind I spotted Four doing a hilarious fish face.
"NO NO, stand normally," Caleb shouts frustrated.
I begin to worry. What the fuck is wrong with me? What am I doing wrong? Am I doing this fucking fish gape wrong? WHAT IS A FISH GAPE?
"Darling don't worry, your beautiful and your doing a great job, I don't know what pose though," Caleb says frustrated "The background is so blank and not much is happening,"
I see Tori walk up to Caleb and talk to him quietly. He seems to agree and gets his assistant to talk to Four. Four nod and is lead backstage. I just stand here actually oblivious currently.
"Darl, it's fine we're just doing some stuff," Caleb reassures "We'll be done in 10,"
After 10 minutes I spot Four walking out in a black and white suit with tie that matches my dress. Fuck he looks hot.
"Okay Tris, pose with your friend," Caleb says
Doing as told.
"…Yes…"
"..Keep moving.."
"…Change poses…"
"…PERFECT…"
"…Wonderful..."
"Okay you guys are done go out back and change,"
We walk out and get changed.
"Sorry for bombarding your shoot," Four says "They say they'll pay you more and I'd get paid if I went in,"
"No, no, seriously, it's fine," I say
"More money the better," I joke
He smiles.