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as I rolled over and sat up sleepily. "Who's giving us a ride?" I asked, squinting up at her.
"I am, but I wanna go for a run after that, so we need to get going."
It wasn't very often that a girl talked to me like that, and it was actually refreshing.
"He's trying to decide whether or not to feel hurt that you're not shedding tears," Shane said.
"Oh, I'm shedding tears on the inside, believe you me. I'm relatively sure I missed my one and only chance in life to get impregnated by Isaac Charles, but I'll deal with the disappointment over time. Running helps with that."
I liked her sense of humor, and laughed as I put on my shoes and button up shirt. The other girls were more awkward about saying goodbye than Sophie was. It was obvious that they were torn up by our departure. They were absolutely tortured with the effort to keep quiet when all they wanted to do was make plans to meet up again. Moments like those were exactly why I loved Shane's speeches. The morning after is awkward regardless of whether or not I slept with a girl. Females hate goodbyes, that's all there was to it, but the warning he issued made it a little easier.
Sophie dropped us off at a coffee shop that was a block away from our hotel, and Shane and I got breakfast before heading back to our room. We decided to use the gym at the hotel instead of traveling to the other, nicer one Gail fixed us up with last time. I'd be in L.A. until Thursday, and would no doubt use the other gym a lot on my trip, but for today, we decided to use the one we had handy.
Besides working out, we hung out in the room all day. I had a few acquaintances in Los Angeles, all of which would be ready and willing to meet up if I called. (In fact, some of them would likely give me a hard time if I didn't call.) But I was just in the mood to chill. That's exactly what we did all afternoon and evening Sunday.
Monday was a different story. We were scheduled to begin shooting at 2PM, but I had meetings that morning with Gail and the photographer whose name was Johnny. Plus, I had to fit in a morning workout so I'd be looking as cut as possible for the shoot.
The campaign we were shooting was for a men's clothing line, and I got to keep everything I modeled. I tried on some of it during the morning meetings, and was stoked about keeping it. There was also a Rolex involved in the deal, but I hadn't told Shane about that. He'd always wanted one, and I planned on giving it to him.
We were scheduled to shoot from 2-6, but I was in the ballroom an hour early for hair, makeup, and styling. There were two female models and one other guy. I'd never worked with any of them before, but I knew who they were, and we got along well.
The guy lived in L.A., but the girls were staying in our hotel, and I saw Shane's ears perk up from across the room when he heard them say that.
The first shot was supposed to be me and one of the girls in front of the window but we had to skip ahead to a different one because we were missing some sort of orchid that was supposed to be in the picture.
Because of the change of plans, I was asked to get dressed in the outfit for the second scene, which was me and the other male model standing next to each other, adjusting our cuffs and looking natural as if we were partners in crime about to take over a party.
Garret, the other model, was just about the same height as me, and we had no trouble passing for best friends for the first shoot. We shot some with full suits on before making adjustments and gradually going for a more casual look. We were an hour into the shoot and Garret and I were in various states of undress, so to speak. We had taken off our jackets and ties and unbuttoned our shirts about halfway.
I was in the middle of having my sleeves rolled up by one of the stylists when a girl walked across the ballroom carrying a long object that seemed heavy. Two guys followed her in, each of them carrying an armload of awkward looking covered items. I assumed
"I am, but I wanna go for a run after that, so we need to get going."
It wasn't very often that a girl talked to me like that, and it was actually refreshing.
"He's trying to decide whether or not to feel hurt that you're not shedding tears," Shane said.
"Oh, I'm shedding tears on the inside, believe you me. I'm relatively sure I missed my one and only chance in life to get impregnated by Isaac Charles, but I'll deal with the disappointment over time. Running helps with that."
I liked her sense of humor, and laughed as I put on my shoes and button up shirt. The other girls were more awkward about saying goodbye than Sophie was. It was obvious that they were torn up by our departure. They were absolutely tortured with the effort to keep quiet when all they wanted to do was make plans to meet up again. Moments like those were exactly why I loved Shane's speeches. The morning after is awkward regardless of whether or not I slept with a girl. Females hate goodbyes, that's all there was to it, but the warning he issued made it a little easier.
Sophie dropped us off at a coffee shop that was a block away from our hotel, and Shane and I got breakfast before heading back to our room. We decided to use the gym at the hotel instead of traveling to the other, nicer one Gail fixed us up with last time. I'd be in L.A. until Thursday, and would no doubt use the other gym a lot on my trip, but for today, we decided to use the one we had handy.
Besides working out, we hung out in the room all day. I had a few acquaintances in Los Angeles, all of which would be ready and willing to meet up if I called. (In fact, some of them would likely give me a hard time if I didn't call.) But I was just in the mood to chill. That's exactly what we did all afternoon and evening Sunday.
Monday was a different story. We were scheduled to begin shooting at 2PM, but I had meetings that morning with Gail and the photographer whose name was Johnny. Plus, I had to fit in a morning workout so I'd be looking as cut as possible for the shoot.
The campaign we were shooting was for a men's clothing line, and I got to keep everything I modeled. I tried on some of it during the morning meetings, and was stoked about keeping it. There was also a Rolex involved in the deal, but I hadn't told Shane about that. He'd always wanted one, and I planned on giving it to him.
We were scheduled to shoot from 2-6, but I was in the ballroom an hour early for hair, makeup, and styling. There were two female models and one other guy. I'd never worked with any of them before, but I knew who they were, and we got along well.
The guy lived in L.A., but the girls were staying in our hotel, and I saw Shane's ears perk up from across the room when he heard them say that.
The first shot was supposed to be me and one of the girls in front of the window but we had to skip ahead to a different one because we were missing some sort of orchid that was supposed to be in the picture.
Because of the change of plans, I was asked to get dressed in the outfit for the second scene, which was me and the other male model standing next to each other, adjusting our cuffs and looking natural as if we were partners in crime about to take over a party.
Garret, the other model, was just about the same height as me, and we had no trouble passing for best friends for the first shoot. We shot some with full suits on before making adjustments and gradually going for a more casual look. We were an hour into the shoot and Garret and I were in various states of undress, so to speak. We had taken off our jackets and ties and unbuttoned our shirts about halfway.
I was in the middle of having my sleeves rolled up by one of the stylists when a girl walked across the ballroom carrying a long object that seemed heavy. Two guys followed her in, each of them carrying an armload of awkward looking covered items. I assumed
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