Glamorized
Let them eat couture
(Dawn)
"Oh shit!"
Glancing swiftly at her Blackberry, her eyes caught on three numbers. 9:00 and that meant that her boss, Drew would not be pleased. It wasn't like she was like May and could seduce herself out of this sticky situation.
Wiping the drool, streaming down her mouth onto her chin, she rushed herself in to the bathroom. It was all his fault. If she weren't dreaming about him, she would've woken up earlier.
Immediately she pulled out her flat iron, and clamped her azure hair and slid the iron down her hair. While in the process of straightening her hair she texted 'Ginger':
Hey, stall Drew for me
I'm going to be late.
Thanks
XOXO
DD.
(May)
Bags, bags and bags of 'goodies' filled her office. Tiffany, Givenchy, Gucci, Juicy Couture, Victoria's Secret, Betsey Johnson and who couldn't forget Louis Vuitton. Biting her glossed lips, she felt guilty. Buying all this, on her first day of her job, if Drew found out, he'd have PMS for sure. After all it was all on his credit card.
(Misty)
All she needed right now, was a trip to the Bahamas. Instead they were stuck in New York and it was so damn glum. She missed the sun.
"Oi, gingy"
Why is he here anyways?
"Hey Ash"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere." He pointed proudly at the new sleek black Aston Martin.
God damn, it looks soooo good plus I could use a break.
"Sure, how about the Bahamas" Misty giggled as she strode over to her ride, Ash tilted his head and curved his lips into a sweet-Ash-like-genuine-smile.
"Hey Mist, was that your phone?"
Hey, stall Drew for me
I'm going to be late.
Thanks
XOXO
DD.
Miss Dawn, I am not pleased with you right now.
(Dawn)
"Tsk, tsk , tsk, look who we have here…" Paul jeered as he tapped his fingers against the desk.
"Shh," Dawn motioned, pressing her fingers against her lips as she saw Drew striding down the hallway. Flipping his choppy mauve hair, he gave a sly smirk and winked.
No Dawn, you have no time to flirt.
Immediately she sunk into her seat and pretended to jot down some notes.
"Ah, Dawn, how was the interview with Cynthia?"
What interview?
…
Misty!
(May)
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Boxes of chocolates were piled up on her desk. Tissues had been scrunched and lay, half on the floor while the other half of the crumpled tissues were scattered on her desk. You would've thought someone had broken up with her…but no-
Breakfast at Tiffany's played on her laptop.
"Poor cat," May whimpered.
The glass door swung wide open and the glass shattered violently as if it were just about to break.
"Now would you like to explain to me why $100,000 is missing from my bank account?" Drew's voice thundered, echoing from the walls of her office.
"It was for the models…" May innocently stated, as she scrunched up her lips into a pout and crossed her arms. Immediately he felt weakened, she was just too fucking adorable.
"That's the designer's job, May, you're not the designer," 'Grass-head' stated as calmly as possible. He sighed as he watched May 'humph' and turned her head in one, sharp movement.
"I was just helping…God, all I do for you"
Drew twitched.
"You mean…all I do for you"
"Noooo, I mean all I do for you!" slurred May.
"Like?" questioned an amused Drew.
"Buy you cologne and your clothes" May remarked smartly as she gave Drew a smirk that translated into a 'can't-beat-that-can-you-smirk'.
"I got you a job, saved your live multiple times, bought you –"
This was going to be long.
(Misty)
She couldn't stop staring at him.
One hand on the steering wheel the other placed around her shoulders, gripping them firmly while she buried herself into his chest.
Why did he smell of ketchup?
It was all perfect, for once. Almost.
"Hmm," Misty moaned, she looked up at the sky, swirls of colours. Her eyes were glazed as she looked at the sky with awe, she missed this. It was just like when they were younger, in her parent's car, just the two of them staring at the sunset.
"It's so pretty," she exclaimed still staring above her.
"My face, I know,"
Misty smacked him playfully on his chest while he burst into laughter.
"Ha-ha," she replied sarcastically,"But remember days like these when we were younger?"
"Yeah, they used to be good, not a worry in the world"
(Dawn)
She could really use Misty's mallet right now.
"You know, I interviewed Cynthia the other day," Paul shook a fistful of papers at Dawns face.
"Really?"
"I could give you the notes…" Paul thought out loud, tapping his finger against his chin.
"I think you should," Dawn whispered loudly, adding to Paul's sarcasm.
"Maybe I will, if she comes to dinner with me…"
"Hmm" Dawn pondered at the thought.
"I'm not going to rape you…"
"Sure then" perked up Dawn.
(May)
"And I saved you from drowning!" protested a now very pissed of May.
I have PMS bitch.
"Whatever May, back to the point. No more 'borrowing' my credit card,"
"I don't care…I'm quitting!"
"May-"
"No!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks, salty. They stung on her soft, delicate skin. Her hands were balled into fists, her lips, a slanted line. Her wispy coffee-coloured fringe hung over her face.
"May…" Drew mumbled.
He clasped onto her fingers.
"Drew…" May returned the mumbles.
With that he pulled her into a hug while she just peered down at his Calvin and Klein's.
(Misty)
"Bye, bye my sweet apple," waved Misty.
They just driven out of the New York area. It was just a break. No. It was an escape, from her plastic world. Soon Ash and her would be laying in the carpet of soft warm sand, snuggling up to each other…and then Ash would teach her how to jet-ski. Then maybe, possibly they could get a little playful.
Misty immediately blushed when she dreamt her last scenario. No, Ash wasn't that into her? Was he?
Ash sensed the tension and gave her a peck.
"Calm down, Charlie Brown,"
Sorry if you, my lovely readers were desperately waiting for this chapter, after the first. Yes, I took forever to write this because I was so busy with other things :( But do not fear, I shall not procrastinate anymore (; If you've got any idea's message them to me or leave them in the review's. Thanks so much for reading this (:
XOXO