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Behind The Lens
Chapter Two; Meeting The Other World.
After a few more shots, Carlos finally pulled away from the camera for the second time. Logan stopped his posing, staring at the young Latino that managed to persuade Andrew to give him a chance, without even asking for it. He was cute, in a weird way. He wasn't the type of person Logan normally found attractive, but, Logan couldn't help but get the small butterflies just at the mere sight of the guy behind the camera.
As Carlos left his seat, Andrew replaced him.
He hummed and smiled at the pictures Carlos took, even going so far as to slightly laugh at one. All the while, Carlos stood there awkwardly, switching between his feet as he felt everyone stare at him, specifically Johanna, who continued her wicked glare. Carlos met her eyes for a moment, instantly switching his glaze when he realised her lips were pursed, her entire face scrunching up at the disgusting sight of the Latino if front of her.
"I'll tell you what kid.." Andrew said, moving away from the equipment. "Some of these shots are excellent. They don't look amateur at all!"
Carlos smiled, his whole body rising at the appraisal he gained from Andrew.
Johanna quickly pushed past Carlos, moving over to face Andrew. She gave him a quick glare, signalling for him to move out the way. Without hesitation, Andrew slid to the side, gesturing his arm for Johanna to take a seat in a sarcastic manner. She quickly took to the seat, leaning in forward to the camera, squinting her eye. Everyone waited with baited breath as Johanna clicked away at the button, carefully examining the shots of her son.
She soon backed away, her face slightly normal. She took a deep breath, looking at Andrew.
"They're okay, I guess.." Johanna exclaimed, looking at Logan. "Logan, sweetie, come and see them, see if you approve."
Logan carefully moved away from under the spotlight, the nerves building up so much that he shoved his hands into his jeans pocket as he approached the trio. He walked towards the camera, standing next to Andrew and Carlos as Johanna moved from the seat. Logan quickly looked at Carlos, gaining a small, sweet smile from the boy before he sat down, mimicking his mother. He paused for a moment, looking at each picture.
He could tell the difference between Andrew's and Carlos' shots. Logan's been working with Andrew for the past year, so he knew his style rather well. But when it came to Carlos' shot, the camera lens was zoomed in a lot, focusing more on the model. Logan could see that he was the only thing on each picture, the background being barely noticeable. He preferred the new shots to Andrew's, but only because Carlos' actually showed Logan, rather than the pale boy being dominated by the green screen background.
He leaned away, smiling.
"Yeah, they're awesome," Logan grinned at Andrew, before sweetening the smile as he looked at Carlos. "Really good."
Carlos could feel the heat rushing up his neck, reaching his cheeks and causing them to tint, his eyes quickly looking for an excuse to look at something else in embarrassment. Logan chuckled, gaining the attention of Johanna, who jerked her head between the two teenagers.
"Right then.." Johanna said, pulling her mobile back out from her handbag. "Logan, we've got some time to spare, go downstairs and meet some fans."
With that word, Johanna dove back into her handbag once again, pulling forth a stack of pictures, accompanied by a black marker pen. She passed them to her son, sweetly smiling at him before her demeanour changed as she walked away, yelling at the person on her phone once more.
Logan sighed, realising that there was over 100 photos off him in black and white, all of them needing to be signed and given out. He soon walked away, annoyed by the fact that he had no real social life. All the friends he was allowed to socialise with, were either other models who worked for the same company, or people his mother suggested he hang around with to boost his public image.
Carlos looked at Andrew, smiling. "So when do I start tomorrow?"
"Be here by.. 9:00am? Sound good?" Andrew replied, jotting down some information on a notepad he brought forth from his pocket. "You'll get paid, y'know."
"That's even more brilliant!" Carlos faintly chuckled, collecting the piece of paper from Andrew. His eyes widen when he saw the number written down on the paper, realising how much he was going to earn. "A-A-Are you serious?"
Andrew smiled and nodded, before walking off with some other people, talking about the photoshoot. Carlos looked over at Logan, noticing the boy staring at his pictures. Carlos tiltled his head, walking the pale boy start moving once more, heading towards a door that lead into the mall.
Carlos paused for a moment, debating on what to do. He could go and talk to him? After all, he'd probably be working with him a lot lately. Hopefully.
Feeling a sudden gain of confidence, Carlos pelted towards Logan, the pale boy's eyes fixed down on his photos. Carlos suddenly caught up with him, Logan's head snapping in the direction of the sound of the footsteps.
"H-H-Hi." Carlos stuttered, smiling like an idiot at Logan.
Logan chuckled, blushing slightly from the attention. "Hey."
"I-I'm Carlos," Carlos grinned, extending his hand forward. "Carlos Garcia."
"Logan, Logan Mitchell," Logan smiled, shaking the Latino's strong hand. "Nice to meet you."
"N-Nice to meet you too," Carlos beamed, moving his gaze to the pictures. "What's all that?"
"Photos for the fans.." Logan replied, getting quieter at the end of the sentence. He shrugged his shoulders, moving his gaze to the ground in disappointment.
"Cool," Carlos said, looking at the photo with more curiousity. "You look good in it."
Instantly, Logan's head snapped up at the compliment, his eyes fixing on the Latino, who by now, was scratching the back of his neck, faintly chuckling to himself.
"T-Thanks.." Logan stammered, his own cheeks burning as a smile overwhelmed his chiseled face. "I-I-I gotta go.."
Logan flashed his famous crooked grin at Carlos, before departing. Carlos watched him as he walked down the hall, smiling at himself for the fact that he was able to talk to him. Curiousity soon overwhelmed the teenager once more. He couldn't help but wonder what Logan's life was like, having to deal with the screaming fans and signing photographs. He cautiously looked around the crew, noticing no-one was paying attention to him. Quickly, Carlos ducked into the hallway, slightly running in the direction Logan was heading.
Carlos peered his head around the corner, noticing Logan being accompanied by two large men to a table located on a stage. Logan took his seat, placing the photos neatly to one side, before taking the lid of the pen off and placing it near his photos, all very organised. He sat there, forcefully smiling at the crowd of screaming people in front of him. One girl walked up the steps, shaking with excitement. Logan smiled at her, taking a picture and quickly signing it, he passed it to her and she left, her knees practically turning to jelly when Logan's hand brushed against hers.
Girl after girl and even the odd boy approached the stage, collected their signed autograph, and left again.
Finally, the crowd was gone, Logan standing up and sighing, following the two large men back to the hallway Carlos was hiding in. Carlos felt slightly weird. The whole time the girls cooed over Logan, getting autographs and even some wanting some pictures with him, Carlos could feel a twinge of jealous piercing his stomach. He's not even known Logan for an hour yet, barely spoke a sentence, and yet, here he was, his blood boiling over the girls that craved for Logan.
Realising they were walking towards him, Carlos ducked into a room, carefully closing the door until the trio walked past him. He waited for a moment, before quickly departing the mall to meet up with Kendall.
"Kendall!" Carlos cheered, running up to his friend in the car.
"Carlitos! How'd it go?" Kendall grinned, leaning across the seat to his friend.
"I got a job! A freakin' job for!" Carlos beamed, jumping in the car with a smile plastered across his face. "With money!"
"That's sweet man!" Kendall smiled, turning his key to start the car. "When'd ya start?"
"Tomorrow morning. 9:00am." Carlos replied, shifting in his seat as he turned the stereo on full blast. Kendall chuckled at the Latino, pushing his foot down on the pedal and driving away.
Logan walked along the hall, the two men either side of him. He didn't know who they were, but they've been with him for about a year now. Neither of them have said a word to Logan, and truth be told, Logan's never bothered to talk to them. His mother always told him to not get friendly with your employees, as that only makes them think they can bend the rules to their favour.
He sighed, realising the only friends he was allowed to talk too were no doubt fake. They had to be. Either fake, or just down right shallow.
Logan was soon met by his furious mother, her face even more red than her lipstick. Logan tilted his head, the two guys quickly exiting.
"What's up now?" Logan asked, sighing.
"This afternoon photoshoot is cancelled!" Johanna yelled. "Those stupid people gave the job to James Diamond!" she paced back and forth, her face scrunched up again. "As if he's better than you! You've had more deals than he has. You've had more shoots than he has. You've-"
"Mum, it's fine. I'm tired anyway," Logan interjected, placing a hand on his mother's shoulder. "I could do with some sleep."
She paused for a moment. "Johanna, sweetie, please remember," Johanna removed his hand from her shoulder, restarting her nasty pacing as the words continued to be spat out like venom. "It's all that Brooke Diamond. She's always been out to get us since we joined the company! She's downright jealous!"
"They'll be other opportunities Mu- Johanna.." Logan breathed.
Johanna stopped in her tracks for a moment, glaring at her son. She focused on him, watching his gaze drop to the floor once they met her spiteful daggers. She took in a huge breath, sighing as she released it.
"Okay Logan, fine. We'll go back home and you can go out to that party." Johanna reasoned.
Logan's head looked up, slightly happy. "You mean.."
"Mercedes' party. It'll be perfect for your image!" Johanna smiled, turning to walk away from her disappointed son.
Hearing those words, Logan regained his depressed attitude. He was hoping that his mother would let him go to this cool party that was happening on the other side of California, at a club. Leaflets had been posted around the block, Logan even getting once. He wanted nothing more than to go and get to know normal people, not the plastic ones.
Logan didn't want to go to Mercedes Griffin's party either. She was another model under the same company, a pretty good one at that. She was the top female model under the company's name, whilst Logan was the top male model. However, the girl was rather bitchy and shallow, self-absorbed in her own world and the money and fame that came with it. But, she was one of the few friends that Logan was forced to socialise, under his mother/agent's request.
At one point, Johanna advised Logan to fake-date Mercedes, to increase their publicity, possibly even gaining more jobs in the process. After all, that was what he had to do. That was his life. Luckily, Logan managed to get his way out of that one, although, Zachary Styles wasn't so lucky.
He quickly followed after his mother, reaching outside to the same limo he's been in countless times today, Carlton stood there with the door in his hand. Johanna climbed in, not even acknowledging or thanking Carlton. She never did. She treated the employees more like slaves. Logan moved over to the limo, smiling the whole time at Carlton.
Carlton tilted his head, nodding his cap as Logan climbed in once more.
Logan slid onto the leather seat next to his mother, Johanna completely focused on a magazine she pulled forth from her handbag within seconds. She chuckled, insulting the many people in the magazine under her breath, but not quiet enough for Logan to not hear.
But as the limo drove down the road, Logan simply drowned out his mother's cruel words. The only person he could think of was the Latino that interrupted the photoshoot today, the smile he gave when he got embarrased, the way he had trouble looking Logan in the eye.. It was all too adorable. Carlos was adorable. And Logan didn't even know where these feelings were coming from.
The limo soon stopped at the Palm Wood apartments, the home to people who could afford to live in the middle of California. Logan climbed out in a rush, not even allowing Carlton to open the door for him, Johanna scolding him for not allowing the employee to do his work, like she always did. Johanna soon exited, following Logan into the building.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Logan turned to face his mother, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
"See you tomorrow, sweetie." Johanna replied, pulling slightly away to air kiss her son rather than make contact.
Logan accepted the fact that Johanna never showed him any affection, and simply left for the elevator. He pressed the button, allowing the elevator to shudder as it climbed a few floors. It soon stopped on the 4th floor, the metal doors creaking open, revealing the neatly decorated hallway. He passed a few doors, reaching his apartment. He pushed the key in the lock, twisting it and the door flung open.
He stepped into the large room, throwing his blazer and keys on the table nearest to him. Logan motioned in, going straight to the large window that covered the entire wall. He peered outside, noticing the pool and the crowd of people down below as the sunset began to stretch out across the sky. He sighed, wishing he could join them, but the minute he would leave his apartment, his mother would be on him like a shot.
Logan went to the bathroom, quickly shedding his clothes as he stepped into the shower, letting the water fall down and caress his pale body, all the while he ran his fingers through his brown locks.
He leaned forward, placing his head against the tiles. Letting out another deep breath, Logan was dreading tonight. A whole night he would have to spend being photographed with the entire teenage population that was remotely famous, all the shallow and vain people that graced the Californian streets. They'd all be there. Everyone. But as Logan continued to think of the many people he'd have to see tonight, someone's image kept creeping into his mind. Someone who he shouldn't be thinking of.
Carlos.
That was the one person he could think of, the one person he couldn't get off of his mind. Carlos. The gorgeous Latino photographer that he just met.
Woo, I'm seriously getting into this story. Right, so, I'm going to try and include the majority of the people on the show, well, I emphasis the word try. But yeah, should I still continue it?
Anywho, I hope you guys like this story, Cargan will be good, I promise that! It just might be a bit slow-running, but it will go from Cargan friendship to Cargan relationship. :D