5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
Elven_Song:
Aw. Cute! ^^ Glad to see Tobe isn't pregnant, there have been plenty of young pregnancies in that family already! And now this means he gets to really work on this modelling career! ^^
babyblueheart:
Yay!! Great update!!! :)
AxelVal:
((I still can't wait to see how his kids do come out when he finally has some though))
Nothing much exciting happened for the first month. Regular old photo-shoots and one runway gig. Then, the chance of a lifetime. I was still only fifteen, mind you.
Viki Tainan, the world famous designer was doing a line of teen boys’ clothing and asked I be a model for her! I think I actually fainted in my seat at that news. But, if I did it wasn’t for very long.
I was given three plane tickets to go meet with her up in New York, two were for Mom and Grandpa. It would be just me, her and a cameraman at the shoot though. I was ecstatic.
Plane was just on time, for departure and touchdown, which should have been the first sign something odd would happen.
We walked into Ms. Tainan’s office and I was immediately greeted by a familiar sight. Kristoffer.
“Hey, Tobias,” he greeted me casually. I believe my response was “huh?”
“I bet you didn’t know my mom was the world-famous fashion designer.”
I shook my head and he laughed. “Don’t worry, Linn has forbade me from using influencing a company into giving her a position. And I’m certainly no competition.” He was good-natured for the rest of the day, and I felt or saw nothing suggesting it was all an act.
Ms. Tainan and I did the shoot after she dressed me up and had someone do my hair and makeup. It was a simple shoot. Once more there were a few school lockers involved, but nothing beyond that. The only messed with my hair once I pleased.
I had a blast though. Ms. Tainan had a real sense of humour, and I was in good spirits all day. Smiling for the camera was no problem.
That night we stayed at a hotel, Mom and Grandpa in their own rooms and me in my own, all paid for by a combo of Ms. Tainan and my agency.
I couldn’t wait to get home and see the family again though. I have this really bad homesickness where if I’m away for two days I might end up crying because I miss them so much. I don’t know where I get it from, but I have it.
Speaking of family, Rayen is fifteen like me, and Dylan just turned six, while Shayn is three. I know Dad and Uncle Jahre are planning on more because they just moved into this huge house.
Anyway, back to me. Sound so selfish, don’t I? Oh well.
We got a few hours the next day to explore, but I ended up spending most of it sleeping. I do that a lot.
So I woke up with two hours until the flight and by that time I was being rushed to pack up my stuff and we crammed a few suitcases into the back of a taxi and headed to the airport. Our tickets in hand, we made it just in time and flew back home.
Well, nothing important happened for the next year or so except the occasional big-name wanting my face in their ad and then that ad showing up everywhere, so I feel comfortable skipping ahead a bit.
Up ‘til I met someone else who I liked. Her name is Olivier Zaviay (I always laughed a bit because they rhyme) and she was only a year older than me. She was just trying to start a band with her two friends, Tristan and Raven. She was nineteen and I was eighteen and we were both budding stars.
By then I’d moved and was living on college campus though I rarely actually went to classes. I passed my high school senior year with mostly Bs and both an A and a C.
Their group wasn’t bad. Tristan was the best though. That boy played, and still plays, drums like nobody’s business!
(Tristan and me:
Raven and Olivier: )
Anyway, we actually got further than Linn and I had. Meaning we went on a date. Once. We went to dance club and I made a fool of myself actually.
Then Raven asked her out and she said ‘yes’ without thinking. I began to guess I was destined for a life of lonely.
Don’t get me wrong, the whole group still hung out, but increasingly it was just Tristan and myself. Until a new kid came to college and caught his eye. The kid’s name was Yvain Janori, and he stole Tristan away in a flash. Maybe it was those red eyes…
(I was real comfortable whenever that happened, let me tell you...)
Well, never mind that. By the time sophomore year at college rolled around I was alone save for a few of the models I had managed to befriend. And even that wasn’t much. E-mails, that’s how we kept in touch. Because they were usually on the other side of the globe.
Everything was normal from then on until a few weeks from sophomore graduation. Apparently word had spread to the surrounding small towns that someone on campus was famous because I was bombarded with mail, both regular and the electronic kind.
Most of it was the usual fan banter, but one kind of creeped me out. I barely read it so I don’t remember the exact words, but I do remember it saying something along the lines of being just like me or at least wanting to.
It wasn’t until a week after that I saw my new fanatic. His hair reached just below his shoulders, and I could tell it was a dyed red because his eyebrows were pure black. I dismissed it at first, having seen other people try to copy my hair style before at various fashion shows, but when I began to see this kid everywhere I went it got serious.
I swear, he was at the library, waiting outside the building I had class in, even the gym! But he never once said a word. Just waited for me to show up, then he’d follow me about a block away, then go away. So I didn’t pay much attention. Until the letters started showing up again. With pictures…
Freaky pictures too. Like magazine cutouts of just my head with little hearts everywhere or pictures of me in the library. I got a bit scared after a few of those packages showed up.
But I didn’t show it. I wrote home and said what was happening, but I didn’t panic personally. I’m sure Mom did though.
((Anyone recognizes Raven and Olivier from somewhere else in this story they get bonus points! ;)))
babyblueheart:
I know I'm wrong, but wasn't Tristan the boy who was talking to Andrea about his parents, Cain and Alex McLean. And I spotted Olivier as a model. Oh, and at Helene's graduation party, I saw Linn and Kris. ;) By the way, great update!
AxelVal:
Tristan is wrong, but the others are right. ;) Raven was model too, I just changed his hair for those shots.
The one talking about his 'parents' was Jareth from Consequences of Consequences over on S2C.
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