lena ♢ c.d + j.g

thirty+

a/n: smutty smut smut

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friday, 2:06 pm - april 22nd

lena evans

"yes, lena, that's perfect!" the photographer shouts, shooting more pictures of my body lying on pink sheets of a hotel bed.

instead of shooting in front of a background, i'm doing one in a hotel room and, lemme tell you, it is gorgeous.

it's literally all pastel pink, like everywhere.

i typically don't like pink, but i don't really care, because it's cute either way.

"aaaand, we're finished! that's all for today!" he announces to the few people that are here.

i get off of the bed, walking to the bathroom only to be stopped by stan.

"oh hey, stan." i give a friendly smile, pushing my hair off of my shoulders.

he smiles back, "how're you doing? you know, with all the shoots and fame and everything."

"the shoots are fun, the paparazzi are not." my comment makes him chuckle.

"that's nice, but listen. i have a special shoot booked for you and i wanted to tell you directly instead of telling alexis."

"what kind of shoot and how special?"

"i don't know, how special is it for you to be shooting with galore magazine?" i become speechless after i gasp.

"no way."

"uh huh, it's happening, doll."

"that's great! when?"

"tomorrow at 2. they're also hosting a party at 8, for this season's cover girls and whoever else gets invited, including you."

"oh..well, do you know how long the shoot will be?"

"pretty long, why do you ask?"

"cameron and i are going to chino tomorrow."

"oh, that's sweet. but, it looks like he'll have to go alone. this is huge for you, lena."

"do i have to show up at the party?"

"yes, doll, it's an event. listen, i did some serious work and made some serious calls to get this gig, but if you don't want it-"

"no! i mean, it's-..it's fine, i'll figure it out. thank you again, for this." i say, watching a smile grow on his face before he walks away.

i sigh, closing the bathroom door behind me.

i can't miss the party, but i kinda wanted to go with cameron for the weekend.

i had assumed it'd be fun going to his hometown and hanging out with him there.

but, galore magazine?!

i'm shooting for galore magazine.

i quickly take off the pink bodysuit and put on my plain red joggers and cropped white tank, stepping into my red vans.

i didn't realize i had so many of the 'old skool' vans until i saw these in my closet this morning.

suddenly, there's a knock on the door, "lena, hurry up, we still have to go to a fitting." i recognize julia's voice as i open the door.

"ready to go, ju." i mindlessly give her a nickname, making her smile.

"aww, that's cute." she gushes, leading me out of the bathroom with my backpack in her hands.