Back away from him, Bella.
He could be just like the others.
She slowly stood back, but still being close enough to take in his features.
Bold jawline, soft, but still defined cheekbones, dark eyes. She could've stood there forever, admiring him.
"Y-yeah. We've got this. So uh, for the first shot,"
Finn stood back, his mouth open slightly, still thinking about just a moment ago, when they were merely inches apart.
It was no secret he thought she was beautiful, and in result got carried away.
Bella reached out to the rack, pulling off a white buttoned shirt, black dress pants, and a classic tan, LV monogrammed trench coat.
"Put these on."
He shrugged.
"Okay."
He started taking off his shirt,
"Woah, Woah! Not right here! Behind the curtain!"
She pointed to the corner, where a white curtain fixture stood tall.
Finn smirked. He backed up to it, still facing her.
She rolled her eyes, but smiled when he wasn't looking at her.
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"Are you almost done?"
Finn & Bella had been tolerable to each other, but Bella still kept her guard up.
So many people had used her in the past, and she wasn't about to let someone else do it again.
But with his constant flirting antics, she couldn't help but warm up to him.
"Yes! I'm almost done."
Isabella was now waiting on Finn outside the makeup room; becoming anxious with the series of outfits she chose.
The door handle clicked, and because she was leaning against it, she tumbled into him.
"Woah, there! You alright?"
She stood up, and became flustered by his hands on her waist. Looking down, he awkwardly removed them and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
Looking up at his hair, the curls were only visible at the ends, while the rest was slicked back; almost like John Travolta in Grease.
"I like your hair Finnlard, very snazzy."
He smiled and struck a mock pose.
"Model material. Am I right or am I right?"
They both giggled, and made their way to shooting.
Before Finn was about to step in front of the blank screens and monitors, Bella stopped him.
"Finn, wait."
She buttoned the top of his shirt, and flattened it out.
Looking up at him, he smiled at her, which she gladly returned.
Looking back down, she bit her lip,
"There, better."
He stepped up under the bright lights, and Isabella stood behind a monitor.
"Let's do this."
Flashes went off, and Finn was a natural.
The photos that popped up on the monitor looked amazing, and the colours chosen looked great against his skin tone. She was starting to have faith in herself; but it was only the first shots. She had to make it through ten rounds.
She stood up behind the photographer, and started talking to Finn to make him smile.
"You go, Finnlard!"
"C'mon everyone, can I get a hand for my friend Finn!"
Everyone applauded, and Finn started laughing. The camera captured the perfect moment, and he looked so happy.
Someone from the crowd shouted,
"Bella! Get in a few shots!"
She thought about her vow not to be in pictures, but then looked at Finn waving her over. The boy wanted her to be in the shots. He thought she was beautiful. And beautiful people deserve to be appreciated.
"Screw it!"
She ripped out her hair tie, letting her long brown hair sit messily on her shoulders.
She ran to him, slinging an arm around his shoulder.
They smiled, laughed, and at one point ended up sitting on the ground.
They both forgot about the cameras capturing their every move, or the fact that Finn was on the set floor with $2,000 pants; it was just them.
"Guys! One more shot before break! Let's get a nice one."
She grabbed his hand and started running.
"Jump!"
They both jumped, the shutter ringing through their ears in midair.
-
Half of shooting had just finished, and Isabella was just about ready to leave.
Finn: want to hang?
Confused at what Finn meant, she asked him,
Bella: when?
He responded almost immediately, making her heart flutter.
Finn: right now, you can come to my hotel if you'd like.
She debated, but then remembered her parents weren't going to be home for the night. Business.
It would be really lonely, but she was used to it.
Bella: how about you come to my place. My parents are gone so we can watch movies and stuff?
Finn: sure thing, meet me out front in 5?
Bella: got it :)
Finn: <3
a nervous Finn and a flustered Bella both sighed in delight, happy knowing they'd be with each other.
Bella made her way to the main lobby, lugging the backpack & roller suitcase, both from the collection of Amore Bella, a line her father had dedicated to her when she started helping with the company. It translates to 'Love Bella', and has always been dear to her heart.
Meanwhile, Finn trudged his way there, stuck in a daydream. He was thinking about her.
Her eyes, lips, hair.
Personality.
It was all just so fascinating to him.
"Finn! Ready to go?"
The second she called his name, his head flicked up towards her.
Smiling at the way she looked under the pale moonlight coming in through the windows, it finally registered what she had said.
"Never been more ready."
