**Important Author's Note At The End**

"You don't have to go." Aiden spoke into the phone. I really didn't understand why he was so hesitant about me attending his parents' art gallery photoshoot.

After all, this was also my chance to show his dad some of my art. Sure, photoshoots could be boring, but it would give me a chance to see what it was Aiden had been working on. I only knew the art course side of Aiden—for the most part, anyways. I was interested in seeing what his life was all about outside of that course.

"But I want to see what you're doing! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't even know who you are outside the course?" I told him, my eyes fixed on my naked left foot as Blue painted my toes a bright blue color.

"June..." He groaned. "I promise it's nothing interesting. If you want to see me outside the course maybe we could get some dinner later," he said, his tone changing from annoyed to flirty just as he suggested going out.

I let out a laugh and shook my head, ignoring the fact he couldn't actually witness my actions.

"Sorry but as much as I'd love to do that, I'm going to have to turn that offer down. Besides, I want to show your dad my stuff," I admitted, and there was a silence for a few seconds.

"Hello?" I frowned.

"Fine." He sighed. "But whatever happens, promise me nothing will change," he added, making me raise an eyebrow.

"Why would anything change?" I laughed lightly. "Stop being silly. Now, I gotta go. See ya later!" I told him.

"See ya," he said, and then hung up.

For a few seconds, a frown fell upon my face.

Blue noticed my conflicted expression and spoke.

"What happened now?"

I shrugged nonchalantly before meeting her gaze and said,

"He just seemed very hesitant of me attending. He made me promise nothing would change after that."

She raised an eyebrow at this, and put the nail polish back down the floor, leaving only two toes ungroomed.

"That's weird," she started, and bit her lip, thinking hard on what to say next. "Maybe his parents are strict when they're working. I'm sure you can relate to the strict parent fear. You were scared to have me over when we first met," she reminded me.

Memories of my mother's attitude flooded back. She had never been the nicest person. I didn't ever really like having friends over, knowing she would not ever be able to keep her judgemental comments to herself. Not only that, she was the strictest person you could ever meet. Not even my dad was like that. It was awful. Sometimes I wondered how we were even related or why my dad ever fell in love with her in the first place.

"Maybe," I said. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it can't be too bad. After all, I forgave him for the jail situation. What's worse than that, right?" I started laughing, and she nodded her head in agreement, letting out a few giggles herself.

I wouldn't let his family or anybody ruin something I'd worked so hard on finally accepting. I was dating Aiden, not them.

I wasn't ready to lose anybody again.

--

I held on tight to the portfolio in my hands, holding it close to my chest. I knew I shouldn't have to be worrying so much about it, but part of me felt this could change my life. Winning that art course would be amazing, but if I was able to get a job at the company, that would mean my career as an artist would be guaranteed, whether I won that competition or not. I needed this to be good enough. It was my ticket to success.

I bit my bottom lip nervously as I spotted Aiden's car make its way towards me.

This was it.

He carefully parked in front of my apartment and I made my way down the stairs outside my door. I stepped inside the car, shut the door, and placed the portfolio in the back seat before turning to look at him.

"You ready?" He asked.

"I think so." I smiled, although it didn't quite reach my eyes.

"Don't be nervous. My dad already likes you so I'm sure it will all turn out well," he started. "Besides, you're way too good not to get the job. It would be a lost opportunity if he turned you down." He smiled at me reassuringly. I sighed.

"Thanks. I really hope you're right."

I grabbed my portfolio again, not being to stop myself from looking over it for the third time today.

I held up one of the pictures and bit my lip.

"Do you think this is good?" I began, and Aiden quickly glanced at it before setting his green eyes back on the road.

"Yeah, it looks great," he said, and I frowned.

"Ugh, no. Stop trying to be nice. You barely even looked at it!" I whined, taking another look at the picture in my hand.

He rolled his eyes.

"June." He groaned, letting out a sigh shortly after. "I promise your work looks fine. He will love it."

I slowly closed my folder, finally giving in.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry."

After a couple of minutes, we finally reached the art gallery. When Aiden turned off the car, he turned to look at me.

"For goodness sake, June. Stop freaking out."

"I'm not!" I lied, bringing the portfolio close to my chest again.

"Sure you aren't." He gave me a skeptical look.

"Let's just go. I want to get this over with," I said, exiting the vehicle and shutting the door behind me.

He followed after me and as we walked in the building, Aiden immediately made his way over to the front desk.

"Good afternoon, Lily," he said. The girl looked up at him.

She seemed to be somewhere in her late twenty's. Her whole persona gave off the impression that she really cared about her job. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, thick black frames complimenting her bright green eyes, and she was wearing a formal work attire. A friendly smile formed on her face as her eyes met Aiden's.

"Oh, hello, Aiden," she said. "I didn't know you were coming in today."

"It was kind of a last minute call. You know how my dad is," he replied, and she nodded her head lightly.

"Ah, yes. Your father, always rebelling against that schedule of his." She laughed sympathetically. Her eyes finally set on mine, and after taking a quick look at me, she turned to look at Aiden again.

"And who might this lady be?" She asked him, making the corners of his lips immediately curve up.

"This lovely lady over here," he started, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "Is my girlfriend, June. June, this is Lily." He introduced us, and I smiled widely.

Something about that statement made my insides feel funny.

"Nice to meet you, Lily," I said, and then shook her hand.

"Likewise."

"Well, we'll be going now. It was nice seeing you," Aiden said, lightly waving goodbye as we began to walk away.

We took an elevator and my heartbeat started to speed up again as I nervously watched the numbers get closer and closer to our final destination. I breathed in deeply, trying to calm myself down, and I guess Aiden must've noticed because he suddenly grabbed my hand, entwining his fingers with mine and squeezing it lightly.

I shot him a grateful smile and he nodded lightly, the own corners of his mouth curving up.

We finally reached the top and Aiden led us toward his dad's office, his hand still in mine. As soon as we arrived, Mr. Blackwood grinned widely.

"Oh, hello!" He greeted us, immediately making his way over to us. I let go of Aiden's hand as I noticed his dad's arms slightly extended out, clearly wanting to hug his son.

Just as I had predicted, Aiden was soon wrapped up in his father's arms.

"Hi, dad." Aiden rolled his eyes playfully at his father's excitement and then escaped his embrace.

"And June! I'm very glad you could make it," he said, his green eyes bright.

"Well, thank you for giving me the opportunity!" I replied, and he waved his hand dismissively.

"Oh, it's an honor," he said, walking back to his desk. He took a seat and then looked up at us.

"Now," he began, pressing his hands together. "Aiden, why don't you go and get started with the photoshoot? I think they've just started. I will have June show me what she's got and then I will return her to you." He smiled, and Aiden nodded.

"Sounds good. See you in a bit," he said, shooting me a wink.

Mr. Blackwood immediately raised an eyebrow at Aiden's actions and spoke.

"Are you two...?" He began, his tone slightly confused.

"Yes, sir. I was going to tell you and mom later but I guess it's too late now. But yes, June and I are officially together." He smiled proudly, and I bit my lip, anxious to hear his father's response.

After a couple of seconds, a smile appeared on Mr. Blackwood's lips and he nodded in approval.

"In that case, congratulations to you both."

Oh, thank goodness.

"Thanks, dad." Aiden beamed at him and then walked out of the office.

I awkwardly stood there, not really sure whether to show him my work whilst standing or if I should take a seat.

A look of realization fell upon the man's face and he quickly motioned me to take a seat.

I did as I was told, setting my folder down on the dark wooden desk. I noticed a small frame in the corner—a picture of the Blackwoods. It was a Christmas picture. I smiled when I noticed Aiden was wearing a red christmas sweater and a cute Santa hat.

"That was last year," Mr. Blackwood spoke, smiling softly.

"It's a very nice picture," I told him, and he nodded.

"He doesn't like to admit it but," he started, lowering the volume of his voice. "the boy loves wearing the Santa hat. He never hesitates to wear it. Christmas is his favorite."

I let out a laugh, lightly shaking my head.

"Why am I not surprised?" I replied, my tone playful.

He chuckled deeply.

"Alright, shall we get started?"

"We shall."

--

"So, for how long have you been working with art?" He asked me, his eyes still fixed on the picture of one of my pieces. I couldn't really tell if he liked it or not—his expression was so emotionless, so indifferent.

"I started when I was around ten. I took some classes when I was twelve and stopped when I was sixteen. I had gathered enough knowledge and I felt I no longer needed it. I've won a couple of school contests but the art course is the first serious thing I've come upon," I explained. He nodded curtly and pulled out the last picture.

"Why are you interested in working with us?"

I wiped the sweat off my hands on my jeans.

"I think this is a great place to begin my career as an artist. You have a great reputation and I love the pieces you present here. Not to mention the fact Aiden works here," I said, instantly regretting it.

What if he thought I was just doing this because I wanted to spend time with Aiden? What if I sounded unprofessional?

Oh no. Stupid stupid stupid.

Always saying the wrong things.

He raised an eyebrow.

"And did you ever consider going to an art school for college?" He asked, and I shook my head.

College decision making was one of the things I absolutely dreaded in high school. I didn't need to spend more years of lessons on how to do what I already knew.

"I just wanted to begin pursuing it as a career. I wanted to find a job, or maybe simply show people what I have to offer. I felt art school was just a waste of my time," I said honestly, partly scared that my last comment would make him think badly of me.

"Alright. Well, I will keep your portfolio, look over it with some of the others, and I will let you know what they think."

He closed the folder, placing it inside one of his drawers.

"Okay, thank you."

He nodded curtly.

I hoped a smile would make its way onto his face at some point but I was filled with disappointment when it never came.

We walked back out and he led me to the room where the photoshoot was taking place. My eyes immediately spotted Aiden, and I quickly made my way over to him. As soon as his gaze met mine, his eyebrows knitted together.

"What's wrong, cupcake?"

I shrugged in a careless manner, despite the fact I was anything but that in that moment.

"How did it go?" He tried again, his frown disappearing and a sad expression replacing it.

"It went horribly. He hated my work," I started to say, my voice despondent. "Forget all this. I'm no good. I'm never getting anywhere. I don't even know wh-"

"Stop that!" He scowled at me, holding the sides of my arms and gripping them tightly.

I blinked at him, startled at his sudden exclamation.

"You are June Love. You're right, you aren't good—you're extraordinary. And also, you're talking nonsense. For all we know, he loved your work. My father isn't very expressive when judging art but I know he had to love it. You didn't just get that scholarship for no reason. Stop being so hard on yourself, for goodness' sake," he rambled on, his eyes looking into mine rather intensely.

My mouth was slightly agape, speechless. Suddenly, blush crept up on my cheeks and I started grinning.

"Stop doing that, you're making me blush. Dang it."

I covered my cheeks, mentally cursing myself for being unable to handle compliments like a normal human being.

"It's just the truth, babe. Now stop worrying too much." He laughed, pulling me towards him and wrapping his arms around me before kissing the top of my head.

My grin widened at this and I was thankful my face was pressed against his warm chest, making it impossible for him to witness my uncontrollable facial expression.

"Blackwood, we need you back here!" A male voice called, causing us to break our embrace. Aiden let out a small groan and I laughed.

"Go on. They need ya, Blackwood," I mocked.

Suddenly, he rolled his eyes. I frowned in confusion and asked what was wrong.

Before he could reply, a familiar voice interrupted.

"Aiden, we ha- oh. Hi. I didn't know you would be here." I turned around just to be faced with the gorgeous girl who goes by the name of Alicia. She was looking at me the same deway she had on the day we had dinner at the Blackwood's.

"Hi," I said, forcing a closed smile which she returned.

"Oh, this is June, my girlfriend. I believe you guys have met before," Aiden said, running a hand through his hair. I noticed he did that a lot when he was nervous or feeling awkward.

I guess I'm not the only one feeling the tension here.

"Oh, really? I didn't know you guys were together," she commented, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, it just happened recently," he explained, and she nodded slowly, eyeing me in a derogatory manner.

"Alright well, Stefano is waiting for us so we better get going." She began walking away and motioned her head at Aiden for him to follow her.

"I have to go," Aiden told me, an apologetic look on his face.

"Go ahead. I'll be here." I smiled.

"Uh, you don't have to stay. You'll probably get bored. I'll get my dad's driver to get you home if you—"

I frowned.

"No, that's fine. I want to stay."

A troubled look rested on his face, and it seemed as if he hoped staring at me long enough would make me give into his offer.

"Look, there's something I have to tell you. Today's shoot involves me and—"

"Blackwood! Get back here now!" Stefano yelled again.

"Go! You can tell me later." I shooed him away.

He let out a sigh of defeat and finally walked back to fulfill his duty. I wasn't too sure why exactly he seemed so upset or why he didn't want me here, but I was going to prove to him that whatever it was, it wasn't going to change anything.

I took a seat on a small black couch and kept my eyes on the scene. There was your typical white screen background, bright lights, and cameras set all around the room. There were two other girls there as well, one of them I recognized—I had seen her once at the coffee shop with Aiden.

I found myself feeling slightly insecure, intimidated by the beauty of these girls. One of them had long black hair, her bright blue eyes almost crystal clear, a dark rim around them, making them stand out. She was almost as tall as Aiden and I could only guess she was representing the water element. She wore a short, black dress with bright blue curved lights all over it. It was rather odd-looking, but she somehow managed to make it look great. It definitely gave off an artistic feeling.

Next, there was a brunette. She had big, gorgeous caramel eyes, a black smokey eye makeup bringing out the color in them more, and her hair had been curled and teased. She wore a long, bright orange-red-yellowish dress with the bottom lit up. She was clearly the fire element.

And lastly, Alicia. Her hair was wavy and voluminous, she also had the smokey eye makeup, except hers was brown, and she had changed into a simple white dress. It didn't stand out or glow like the others and I wondered if there was more to it. After all, it looked pretty lame compared to the rest. I guessed she was representing snow or winter.

I sat there patiently, waiting for them to start taking pictures and whatnot. I looked over at Aiden, who was sitting on a black chair, makeup artists dolling him all up. He looked slightly annoyed, his eyebrows furrowed in a desperate manner, and his nose all scrunched up, clearly wanting all those brushes and people out of his face. I let out a small laugh, amused at watching my boyfriend in such situation.

After that, he stood up and went inside a room with the door labeled 'Paint Room'. I stared at it curiously, wondering what exactly a paint room was. Something told me it wasn't your usual room full of paint only.

While I waited, I noticed every girl had a male partner. The two girls, whose names I did not know, were already shooting. One of the boys was shirtless, only wearing a pair of bright blue capris and different shades of blue paint streaks all over his face. The other guy, unlike the blonde guy representing water, had red paint at the tips of his brown quiffed hair, wore a sleeveless black top, dark jeans, and black shoes. His face was also covered in paint streaks, except his were a combination of bright reds, oranges, and yellows.

It was then when it dawned on me what the Paint Room was for.

A second later, all the lights around them were turned off and a smile made its way onto my face, wonderstruck at the view. The girls' dresses were glowing and so was the paint on the guys' faces as well as the red paint on the brunette guy's hair. It was a stunning thing to watch.

Definitely a good project.

Finally, Aiden came back out and walked back to where Alicia was standing, along with some people I figured were in charge of all the directing. My eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as I witnessed Aiden stand there in nothing but lwhite pants and several white streaks of paint all over his upper body and face. His hair was up in a messy side quiff, resembling a dark haired Jack Frost, with white streaks of hair paint in some spots. He looked way too good to be around Alicia.

After speaking for a brief moment, they all got in their places and started taking pictures; the lights shutting off just like they had previously with the other two couples. My jaw dropped as my eyes set on both of them.

Alicia's white gown suddenly resembled the Aurora Borealis, different pale colors glowing all over it. And her arms were, apparently, covered with some glow in the dark glitter—yeah, I didn't know that existed either—giving it the effect of snow in the light. She also happened to have some kind of glow in the dark snowflake tattoo on her right arm in the section between her shoulder and her elbow.

Aiden, on the other hand, simply looked breathtaking. The boy was glowing—literally. He, too, had some light glitter on his body, and the white and light blue streaks on his hair and body looked simply gorgeous. They both looked unbelievably astonishing and I couldn't help but think looking that good should be illegal. At least when people like me awere around—making us all feel like lame slobs. How unfair.

Suddenly, a man yelled out, "Now together. Show us how all aspects of winter combine!"

Unsurprisingly, Alicia didn't hesitate to rest a hand on my boyfriend's bare chest and wrap her other arm around his neck. Surprisingly, Aiden didn't hesitate to wrap one arm around her waist, his other arm hanging loosely and cooly by his side. My frown deepened at this and I had to do everything in my will not to run up there and push her off of him.

I found myself being more and more overcome with jealousy as my eyes stared intensely at all the colorful poses they were coming up with. I finally decided it was the last straw when I saw that Alicia came too close to Aiden's face, their lips literally only a few inches apart. My heart was hammering inside my chest, fearing she would suddenly have the nerve to actually lean in without his—or my—permission.

Before I could act on impulsively, I was snapped out of my jealous mental tantrum by a male voice.

"Who are you?" I looked up to find a short black-haired man with a short beard and an accent I believed sounded Italian. He had a camera hanging around his neck and he stared at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Uh, I'm June. I'm here with Aiden," I told him. He nodded in understanding and proceeded to grab my hand, immediately pulling me up, forcing me to stand.

I slightly frowned, confused at his abrupt and random actions.

He still held my hand and then spun me around, causing me to slightly lose my balance, considering I wasn't expecting him to do so.

He grinned.

"We got our nature!" He yelled at nobody in particular—or maybe at everyone.

"What?" I asked him, not understanding any of it at all. What was going on?

"You will be our nature model. You're perfect for it. Our original model ditched us—stupid modeling companies, always snatching the best girls away—" he grumbled, shaking his head disapprovingly. "But you! You are perfetta!"

"I thoughts models were supposed to be tall," I replied dumbly, and he chuckled.

"Not for this shoot. Here, we take what we think suits the nature theme best. Now, let's get going! Jay is waiting for you." He began walking quickly and I followed right after him.

"Jay?"

"Yes. That is your assigned male model. Each girl gets one. You know, both genders representing each element," he explained, leading me into a dressing room. "Now, slip on that dress and hurry. We need to do your makeup." He handed me a huge dress with colorful flowers that looked like they had been painted on and then shut the door, leaving me dumbfounded.

Male model?

I immediately shook off the thought, beginning to quickly slip on the gown. It was tight on the torso area and from the waist down it was big and puffy. I put it on delicately, trying my best to keep it intact. I didn't need to be messing up a designer dress right then. I had already made a fool of myself earlier.

When I had finally managed to zip it up all the way, I turned around and stared at my reflection. I nodded approvingly and walked back out just to be met by several makeup artists all around me sitting me down on a chair that had my back facing the mirror, just like Aiden's had been a few minutes ago.

"She's got her hair curled already so just hit me with some WOW makeup," Stefano told all the girls, doing some jazz hands to emphasize the word wow, and they nodded in response.

It was true. I had taken the pleasure in curling my hair earlier to look good for the interview.

Not that it helped make a good impression anyway.

They all gathered around me again and began to 'doll me up'. After about ten minutes, I was finally allowed to turn around and look at myself in the mirror.

My eyes widened at the girl in the reflection, barely believing it was me. They had done a full on contour make-over, vibrant, bright colored eyeshadow with glitter was all over my eyelids, eyeliner so sharp I wondered how it was even possible to draw a wing that perfectly, killer highlighter, and some long, gorgeous fake eyelashes. It was as if my face was the canvas and the makeup was the paint—an undeniable masterpiece, indeed. I couldn't help but grin in satisfaction at the stunning outcome.

"This is amazing!" I gushed, still staring at myself in awe.

The girls laughed.

"We try our best," one of them said, a proud smile on her face.

"Thank you very much. You guys are truly talented artists," I complimented, returning the smile.

"Oh, it's no problem. We enjoy it," another girl said.

"June! Ah! Look at you. Bellissima!" Stefano exclaimed as his eyes fixed on me, twirling me around just as he had earlier.

I beamed at him.

"Thank you," I replied shyly. He let out a chuckle and motioned me to walk towards the big white screen across the room.

I began making my way there and then my eyes fell upon a boy that looked strangely familiar. He, just like almost every other male model here, was shirtless. However, his paint streaks were all different colors that matched the flowers on my dress. We both had purples, blues, hot pinks, yellows, oranges, reds, and greens all over us.

He turned his head and soon enough his gaze met mine as well.

"Jay, meet June. June, this is Jay," Stefano said, the dark-haired boy immediately walking closer to us.

"Well hello there. It's a pleasure," Jay said, a smile making its way onto his face. "You look gorgeous, by the way," he complimented shortly after his eyes quickly shifted towards my dress and then back up at my face.

I smiled, the usual shade of crimson red making its way up to my burning cheeks. I didn't need a mirror to know my cheeks were that color. It was a daily struggle I had to deal with. I just knew.

He let out a deep chuckle at my reaction but didn't make a comment on it, thankfully.

"We should start." Stefano motioned us to walk to the middle of the white screen. He then told all the photographers to position themselves in good shooting angles and we were suddenly surrounded by several cameras.

Stefano came our way again and studied both of us, placing both of his hands on his hips. He softly nodded to himself and then spoke.

"Jay, wrap your arm around June's waist—no, at the bottom of her rib cage." Jay nodded and slipped his arm past my back and then rested his hand, slightly gripping, on the spot where my ribcage ended. Stefano smiled in satisfaction.

"Good good. Now, June, bend your back just a little," he commanded, and I did so.

"Jay, I want you to lean forward a little. June, rest your right hand on the back of his neck. Give the impression that you're holding on tight to him. And Jay, you need to show everyone that you won't let her fall. Nature is all about balance."

We followed through his instructions and he clapped when he saw the outcome.

"Great! Yes! Oh, you two are magnificent. Now, I just need you to face each other and look intensely into each other's eyes."

I smiled nervously.

"June, I know it is a little awkward but we need you to do this. This shot needs to be flawless," Stefano told me, noticing my discomfort. I nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, it's okay." I nodded again and turned my head to look up at Jay again.

He let out a short laugh.

"It'll be quick, I promise," he reassured me, and I smiled gratefully.

"I know." I laughed softly, shaking my head at my silliness. If Aiden was fine with doing this kind of thing then why couldn't I?

A second later they shut off the lights around us and I noticed all the colorful flowers on my dress were glowing in the dark. I let a grin on my face, once again, amazed at the wonderful gown. Jay mirrored my expression.

"Woah." He breathed, and I nodded.

"I know right," I whispered. His hand gripped on tighter to me as he noticed it had loosened when he was looking at my dress. He pulled me a little closer to him and, even though we were in the dark, I couldn't help but notice again how familiar he seemed.

His eyes—I had seen those eyes before.

Flash.

I was snapped out of my trance after several flashes followed after. Jay turned his head to look back at the cameras and, naturally, I looked at them too. We both remained with serious stares as we posed. I decided to spice things up a bit and brought my hand up, tangling my fingers up in his hair. He smirked at this and then decided to spice things up a bit himself. He pulled me even closer to him, rather abruptly, his bare abs now pressed against my stomach, and bit his lip.

"Now that right there—that is what I'm talking about!" Steffano yelled, a grin on his face. "That is perfect!"

From the corner of my eye, I noticed a new figure enter our shoot area. I turned my head slightly and my eyes met a boy with invisible fumes coming out of his ears. I smirked.

How does it feel to get a little bit of your own medicine, huh?

He was clenching his jaw, his eyes piercing into both Jay and I. He let a bitter smile onto his face, shaking his head softly.

Suddenly, Jay noticed I was no longer looking at him and shifted his gaze in Aiden's direction. As soon as he saw him, Aiden narrowed his eyes and started walking our way.

What the heck does he think he's doing?

"Stop!" Aiden yelled, his features darkening.

Everybody in the room froze.

Jay raised an eyebrow.

Stefano scowled.

"Blackwood, what do you think you're doing?!"

"Why is June up there?" He glowered, his voice deepening.

"June is our nature model. She w as the perfect replacement for Victoria," Stefano explained.

Aiden rolled his eyes and ignored Stefano, walking towards us instead and as soon as he reached us, he pushed Jay away from me.

"What do you think you're doing?" Aiden said through gritted teeth.

"Dude, what is your freaking problem?" Jay pushed him back defensively.

"You're not allowed to touch her," Aiden spat intimidatingly.

I walked towards both boys, stood in between them, and rested my hand on Aiden's chest to stop him from beating up the poor guy.

"Aiden," I warned, giving him a look. His eyes met mine and his expression softened for about half a second before knitting his eyebrows again.

"Don't 'Aiden' me, June. I don't want you near him."

"So you can have Alicia all over you but suddenly I get offered to model and I can't do it? Right, because that's fair," I spat back, rolling my eyes at his hypocrisy.

He narrowed his eyes at me.

"This is about Alicia?" He scoffed. "Oh please, stop being ridiculous!"

I raised my eyebrows and let out an incredulous laugh.

"I'm the ridiculous one? You're the one who barged into the middle of a photoshoot and act like I'm the one who chose to pose with Jay. What's your problem with him anyway?" I frowned.

Jay let out a laugh.

"Hold up, is this your girl?" He asked.

"Yeah. This is my girl," Aiden gave him a look.

Jay looked at me and then back at Aiden.

"Dang, you did a good job."

Aiden's eyes widened in disbelief at Jay's audacity to make such a comment.

"Jay, you better back off or I swear you'll regret it."

"Can't make any promises, big bro." Jay smirked, ruffling Aiden's hair, which resulted in Aiden aggressively swapping Jay's hand away.

"Wait, did you just say 'big bro'?" I asked, setting aside the fact they were literally fighting over me right before my eyes.

Jay grinned lazily.

"Jay is—unfortunately—my younger brother," Aiden told me, letting an incredibly forced smile onto his face before shooting his brother a death glare.

My mouth was agape.

No wonder he looked so familiar.

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A/N:
I know Portraits has a lot of editing to be done but I have entered it in the Watty's! If you guys could vote for that would be the best thing ever & I will forever love you! (':

Anyways, Jayyyyyyy. He's pretty. I'm excited to see him more.

I NEED YOU GUYS TO TELL ME WHAT YOUD LIKE TO SEE BECAUSE I GOT BACKED UP AND ONLY HAVE WRITTEN UP TO CHAPTER 21 AND THIS IS CHAPTER 20 SO IF YOU HAVE IDEAS PLEASE SHOOT THEM!

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Love, M.

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