[the title is from the Clash's song '48 Hours'. Ahh, the only band that mattered haha, kidding ;)]
||||||| Harlow Richardson 3/24 ||||||||
Vogue Magazine is featuring the models in their summer issue of Up & Coming Models.
I turned over on my bed to my side, Josh's face right in front of mine.
"Hey." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
I just smiled.
"I don't wanna leave." He groaned, covering his face with his pillow.
"I'm sorry babe, but you have to. Virgina will shi.t a cow if you aren't home by the time you told her...and then we'll both be fuc.ked. And not in a good way!" I laughed, noticing that he chuckled at that last part.
"Well then in that case, I gotta go. Thank you so much for letting me stay here. It was nice. I haven't gotten high since yesterday morning....that's a big fuc.kin' deal for me!" He replied, leaning over and kissing me.
"Oh, okay, okay, you have to go and I have to get in the shower. There's gotta be a stop to the se.x at some point!" I said, jokingly pushing him away. I had two photoshoots today; one for Bebe, and one for Vogue's "up-and-coming models" and I'll be running on two hours of sleep and a cappucino.
But Josh made me feel so amazing, I could care less.
"You know, I really wish we didn't have to keep this a secret. It seriously sucks." I said, hugging him as he walked to the door.
"Yeah, but I don't give a shi t as long as we get any time at all together. " he replied, and I agreed. He left and I got in the shower and got ready for the two photoshoots ahead of me. Dam.n, it was going to be a *very* long day.
When I arrived at the studio for Vogue, all the girls were there: Liv, Mic, Dana, etc. My bebe 'shoot went okay. The photographer said that I looked gorgeous, but that he wished the color scheme were purple. Then he and bebe's representative got in an argument, which lead to a physical fight, which lead to a broken camera, which then lead to a longer photoshoot.
So I was fifteen minutes late to a *Vogue* magazine photoshoot. Great!
"Hey, your late sweetie. Get your dress and makeup off and walk down the left hall behind the curtain and you'll get wardrobe and makeup." The editor was walking by me, and talking, not making any eye contact with me. How welcoming!
I got wardrobe and makeup, and proceeded to the set where the photographer was taking photos of Mic.
"Har! There you are, I thought you fuc.king went missing or something...you just disapeared last night, where'd you go?" Liv walked up, stumbling in her six-inch platform heels.
I had to think up something before I could answer, and I hesitated.
"Oh, I was at, I mean, I went home because I wanted to get extra rest for today!" I forced a smile. Liv looked at me, puzzled.
"Uhm, Harlow, I can tell when you're lying, and you're lying BIGTIME. Spill it now, or forever hold your peace Jack." She grabbed my arm and walked me behind the set, holding out her pinky for a 'pinky-promise'.
"Fine, Dahlia. You asked, but if you tell anyone, I'll seriously kill you!!" I replied, taking her pinky in mine.
"Okay, well in Cancun, some frat boy tried to shove his hand up my shirt, and Josh was there and stopped him. Then we started talking, and we went to my, I mean Luke's car. He was telling me about the heroin, and I felt so terrible inside for him. Before I knew it, we were fuc.king like crazy in the backseat. And then he came home with me last night. I don't know if I love him or not, but I hope not. Love is for weak people, right?" I said it so fast, I thought Liv didn't hear me. Her jaw dropped.
"Oh my fuc.k! You and Josh, again?! Oh my, i knew you guys were animals for each other. I knew this would happen, you and him again. and no, Harlow, love isn't for weak people. You're just afraid of it. What about Virgina?" She almost sounded happy for me, god knows why.
"Oh, you just *had* to bring up Virgina, didn't you?! Well, she obviously doesn't know. Nobody does, except for you, me, and Josh. and fuc.k no, i can't be in love, its impossible. Change of subject, please?" I laughed, fixing my lipstick in my compact.
"Whatever, I'll leave you alone about it. Just don't get yourself into too much trouble please!! and you want a change of subject?............ Oh!! Sawyer's back!" She shreiked, throwing her hands up in the air sarcastically.
"REALLY?! Oh my....I need to hang out with him. He's always been such a good listener with me. Hopefully he hasn't changed too much." I said, bending to my toes. I was trying to get the arch-support thing out of my shoe, it hurt like hel.l.
"He's even better looking than before. And he's staying at MY place!!!" Dana pranced up from behind us, tossing me a mini bottle of tequila, probably from the mini-bar in her hotel in Cancun.
"Wow. You need to invite us over so we can have an excuse to talk to him." I replied, swallowing the contents of the bottle, whatever they were.
"But you and- you and Dana will end up wasted and making fools of yourselves." Liv started to say something she shouldn't, but when she saw my eyes widen in fear, she improvised.
"No, I was kidding. Sawyer is just a good friend in my eyes...he's a great listener. You should really fuc.k him though, Dana." I laughed, and Dana fanned her face with her hands, batting her eyes.
Finally, after single-shots of each of us, we all got in one picture. It took a half-hour for the photographer do decide our placements, but im sure it turned out perfect.
After the 'shoot, Dana invited me to her place to say hi to Sawyer... I was there for about an hour, asking him about rehab. I needed info so I could possibly get Josh to concider it. I wanted him to be better, every day I wondered if he'd accidentally shoot up too much and we'd never see each other again. But that was all that love shi.t that didn't interest me[and let's not forget Dana hahahaha]......yet.
-- Love, Harlow