Snippets of Life: The Model and the Manager

"Silena." The manager stormed into the hotel room and planted herself in front of her. "You can't just say that to the paparazzi!"

"Oh come on Clarisse!" Silena groaned, crossing her arms and meeting her glare, "You heard what that man said to me!"

"You were on camera! Your public image is at stake."

"Who cares about it." The model waved off her concerns.

"I do!" Clarisse threw her arms in the air in exasperated, "You have to be careful."

Silena rolled her eyes. "But that old man was a dick. He deserved it."

Pausing for a moment, the manager sighed, the edges of her mouth twitching. "You were much more controlled than I would have been. I would have said much worse."

"I know."

They glanced at each other before snickering.

. . . . .

"Please refrain from getting crumbs on the bed." Clarisse said drily, without glancing up from her laptop, "The hotel staff don't appreciate the mess you leave behind. And I don't like waking up with ants crawling over me." She leaned into the mound of pillows against the headboard, missing the falter in Silena's actions and the brief look of guilt. The cupcake crumbled in the model's hand as she repositioned herself on Clarisse's bed.

"I'm not!" she protested weakly, brushing the remains of the cupcake onto the floor.

"Of course you aren't." The red head muttered, shaking her head in at her antics, "And I'm the nicest person people will ever meet."

Silena snorted, tossing her black hair over her shoulders.

. . . . .

"It wasn't me!" Silena yelled as soon as she saw her manager's pissed off face appear in the doorway.

"I saw you fucking push him in!"

"It was an accident! I promise."

"How do you explain what I saw? There was this woman standing at the pool ledge and yelling at a man who apparently stole her ice cream and then shoved him into the pool."

"Really?" Silena smirked, "I mean, if someone did steal my ice cream, I would be inclined to do the same. I don't blame that woman you saw. Wouldn't you do exactly that?"

"Not in front of witnesses, idiot!"

. . . . .

"I don't ever want to see you using the fucking toaster, you idiot!" The manager screamed.

"It wasn't my fault!" The model yelled back over the shrill of the fire alarm.

. . . . .

"I thought you were my manager!"

"I am your manager."

"You should be stopping me."

"I really should be stopping you."

"So why aren't you? I prepared a speech and everything to argue my right."

"I am also your friend. And it is my duty as your friend to let you do this."

"That makes sense, I guess."

"Come on, time to fuck shit up."

"You are the best."

"I know."

. . . . .

"Stop sleeping in my bed!"

"It's more comfortable than mine! You always manage to get the better mattress at hotels."

"But it's my bed!"

"You either take my bed or sleep with me."

"Get out."

"Not happening."

. . . . .

Wordlessly, Clarisse handed her friend the tub of ice cream and settled down on the couch. Silena sniffed, rubbing furiously at her eyes, cursing at the tears the continued to fall and nestled against her friend's side.

Clarisse brought her arm over the model's shoulder and rested her hand on her head. With surprising gentleness, she stroked Silena's head, her fingers smoothing out the tangled hair.

"Luke was using me." Silena croaked, burying her head, another onslaught of tears beginning to form.

"He didn't deserve you."

"You were right. He just wanted the fame."

"Don't do this to yourself. You are so much better than him. For now, just cry, eat your ice cream and watch a movie, okay?"

A small whimper and then a nod. "Thank you."

. . . . .

"Stop staring at the photographer, Silena."

Spluttering, the model blushed and stuttered, "Cl-Clarisse! I wasn't staring!"

"You most certainly were. Your face is as red as that lipstick you advertised last week."

Slender fingers were quickly placed over the burning cheeks, hiding her face from the smirking manager. "Shut up." She grumbled.

"I'm sure Beckendorf appreciates the heart eyes."

"Alright, Ms Beauregard, we're set!" The said man called from across the room.

"Be right over, Charlie!" Silena's silky voice replied, glaring at her manager who was silently laughing.

Clarisse stood up and patted the small girl's shoulder, before walking off. "Have fun with Charlie."

. . . . .

"I never want to see you here ever again."

"Please don't say that, Clarisse."

"No. Don't. Don't make it worse."

"Give me one more chance."

"No. That was your last chance at redemption. I never want to see you in my kitchen again."

"It was an accident."

"You nearly burnt my house down."

"Don't be so dramatic."

"That Jackson kid was laughing his ass off the whole time he was hosing the fire out. I never want to see his face or the fire department ever again. So no more cooking on your part."

"That boy was cute."

"You set fire to the microwave. He couldn't believe that it could be done."

"Anything is possible if you try."

"You are banned from the kitchen Silena."

"Fine. You're fired…. Eyyyy get it? Fired? Please don't glare at me like that. It was funny."

"I fucking quit. Find yourself a new manager."

"No don't leave me!"

"Watch me."

. . . . .

"How was your date with Chris?" Silena asked, as soon as her manager stepped into their flat.

"Boring." Clarisse replied, dropping her handbag onto the couch. "He was stuttering and kept fidgeting. It was fucking annoying."

"Aww, he was nervous. That's so cute." The model cooed, sighing happily at whatever imagery she had come up with in her mind.

"He gave me a bunch of roses too." She rolled her eyes, "I hate flowers."

"It was the thought that counts. I'm sure he meant well."

"He spilt his drink on me as well."

"You going to see him again?"

A beat of silence. "Maybe."

. . . . .

"Why did you wake me up in the middle of the night?"

"I saw a cat outside. You have to come see." Silena dragged her friend out of bed and pushed her out the front door.

"It's 3 am. I am going to murder you and then hide your body."

"You're rude."

"Does it look like I care?"

"…And mean."

"You're the one that woke me up this bloody early."

. . . . .

"Chris just asked me to go on another date with him."

A squeal.

"Can you help me?"

An excited nod.

"I'm going to a restaurant tonight."

Another squeal.

. . . . .

"Can you try and behave for once? Do you know how many of your fuck ups I have had to cover for in the past month!" Clarisse growled, her eyes twitching.

Silena innocently looked up, gently blowing onto her freshly painted nails, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

. . . . .

"Since when did we get flowers?" Silena queried, eyeing the fresh arrangements that decorated their dining table.

"A secret admire wanted me to give them to you."

She blushed, stumbling over her words, "R-Really? F-For me?"

"Don't act like you've never received gifts. You're just hoping they're from Beckendorf."

"No I'm not!"

"Liar. But I'm not telling you who they're from."

. . . . .

Clarisse smiled fondly at her flatmate, curled up on the sofa. Her black hair tumbled over the edge and brushed against the carpet floor. She carefully took out the phone that threatened to fall out of her sleeping friend's grasp and deposited it on the table. Silently, she picked up the fallen blanket and draped it over the small frame. Silena shifted into the new warmth and snuggled into the sofa crease, unconsciously hugging the jacket that was four sizes bigger and definitely not as expensive as the designer clothes she was used to wearing.

. . . . .

"I made you some breakfast." Silena announced, leaping onto the bed to wake her manager. Clarisse in turn snarled out curses and vowed to bring her career burning down if she did not let her sleep in.

"It's too early- Did you say you made breakfast." She was suddenly very much awake. Narrowing her eyes, she hissed out, "I thought I banned you from using anything in the kitchen."

Silena waved her concerns away with a manicured hand, "Don't worry boss. I didn't use the stove. Or the microwave. Or the toaster… Or the kettle…" She trailed off sheepishly. "I just made you some cereal. It's basically the only thing I won't burn."

Clarisse just blinked and sighed. "You're impossible."

. . . . .

"Stop waking me up in the middle of the night!"

"There are two cats this time!"

. . . . .

"That is the single best and nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." Silena's eyes were shining, happiness radiating from the model.

Clarisse fought back a smirk and placed on a neutral face. "Anything for you."

"Can I film you the next time you smash a chair over a guy?"

"If there are no witnesses." The manager acknowledged the request with a nod. The pair walked off, leaving the pervert in the dust with the remains of a plastic chair shattered around him.

. . . . .

"Charlie gave me these flowers. He's such a gentleman." Silena sighed dreamily.

"He's a dork."

"An adorable dork."

"You disgust me sometimes."

. . . . .

"Have you considered murder?"

"Well, yes. I do every time I see the flash of the camera from the paparazzi."

"That's a bit worrying."

"But it would be kinda cool, just stabbing someone with my stilettos."

"It's scary watching someone with such a pretty face discuss murder so casually."

"I aim to surprise."

"The public doesn't know you at all. You're just brainwashing them into thinking you're some kind of innocent fairy."

"Your words wound me."

. . . . .

"I think I broke him."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! I just kissed him."

"That's interesting. Never realised boys had such a weakness."

. . . . .

"Silena, come on!" Clarisse hissed, shaking her flatmate. "Wake up."

"Whaa? What's going on?" A sleepy voice murmured in the dark. "Wha's the time…"

"Nevermind that. Come on. You have to see this."

"Why? Where are we- Oh god it's cold outside!"

"Stop complaining! Look!" Clarisse whispered, pointing at the small cardboard box.

Silena huddled closer to her friend before peering inside. "There's nothi- Oh!" She squealed, turning her face in excitement, "There's kittens."

"I knew you would want to see them." She gave her a rare grin and they both crouched down, watching the newborns.

"We should let them in our house. It's cold outside."

"Alright, Princess. Why don't you make them a bed inside and I'll get them a blanket to move them inside with."

"You're the best." Silena exclaimed, throwing her arms over her friend and hugging her tightly. After a few moments of shock, Clarisse's expression changed into a soft smile and wrapped her arms around her.

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AN - Hello again. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. It was just a bit fun. Probably out of character, but I like to think I had some parts of their personality the correct. I might write some more at a later date, if you want me to. Feel free to leave any dialogue prompts or sayings that you think I could use.

Anyway, until next time, stay safe!