It Started With a Crash.

Might not be able to post for a while, all these exams after half term :( (Taken with GifBoom)

Diggy

“A psychiatrist for whom?” she asked her dad.

“For you,” he replied and looked down at his feet.

“Is this a joke?” she laughed to herself and shook her head.

She walked away, heading for the door, but I ran after her and grabbed her arm before she could leave the room.

“Ayesha, please st- “

“I don’t need this Diggy!” she said on the verge of tears.

“I know you don’t baby but just do this for your mum, your dad and do it for me,” I pleaded.

“Nah,” she said simply, and left the room.

I walked back into the room and sat on the edge of the sofa. I do believe she didn’t need the councilling session, but everybody else did.

“Stubborn teens, eh? Always served with a big plate of denial,” Mrs Jackson laughed.

“Don’t just come up in here thinking you can judge everybody!” I said.

“Dig, that’s kind of her job,” my mum semi laughed.

“Well just because she’s read a file doesn’t mean she knows her, so don’t judge or make remarks,” I said.

“Daniel, I think you should go somewhere to calm down,” my dad suggested. “Go and check on Ayesha.”

I did leave the room, but not to see Ayesha because I figured she wouldn’t be in the mood to see me. Instead I went to the studio in the basement to see what beats her dad had on the computer. I need to get some feelings out.

Ayesha

I was surprised when my phone rang. The only person I’ve been calling and texting is Diggy and he wouldn’t call me from downstairs. I lifted my head from my pillow, revealing the black marks from my mascara, and leaned over to pick my phone off the beside table. Khalil? I haven’t spoken to this kid in ages, I kinda missed him so I was looking forward to the conversation we were about to have.

“Hello?” I said into the receiver.

“Hey babydoll, what’s good?” I heard his handsome voice say.

“Khalily! I haven’t heard from you in ages. Why haven’t you called?” I asked.

“You’re little boyfriend warned me off you, and he’s my brother so I respected his wishes,” Khalil said.

“You still could’ve called,” I said in my pouty voice.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry,” he sighed.

“So why’d you call, because being Khalil and all, you must have some sort of specific reason.”

“Nah, just wanted to hear your voice.”

“You’re such a gas! Just tell me!”

“Okay, okay. So I want you to model for me, you and Sydney too, I made a new line and as they were gonna hire models but I had you, of course you’ll still get paid though.”

“Oh my God Khalil! You want me to model for you? I’m so proud of you for making your own clothing line! Well done baby boy!”

“It’s not clothing, it’s underwear, or more boxers really. They’re called ‘Khapow’z’ with the comic book print and stuff.”

“Underwear?! Khalil, I dunno if I’m comfortable with that though!”

“You’re a bikini model!” he laughed.

“Yeah, yeah I know but still.”

“Pwwweeeeaaassseeeee Yeesha.”

“Fine, fine, for you because it’s you. When is this shoot?”

“Uhhh, tomorrow.”

“I knew there was a catch. What time?” I sighed.

“4pm onwards?”

“Yeah, I can hack that, and Sydney doesn’t have a choice because I’m bringing her if it’s the last thing I do, so she’ll defo be there too.”

“That’s wassup! I knew I’d be able to rely on you! Thanks babe, I’ll pick you guys up from school tomorrow.”

“Alright, seeya then Khalily.” 

I put down the phone I kind of started to have second thoughts, but Khalil’s my friend and I’m sure he wont make me do anything I’m not comfortable, after all they’re just boxers so just the bottom half of my body, right? There was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I said.

The door opened and Dig appeared with a sympathetic smile on his face.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Did you stay downstairs?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I left the room and went to the studio, I felt like getting some stuff out,” he admitted.

“Anything interesting?” I asked as he sat next to me on my bed.

“Nah, not really,” he smiled.

Then it came again; that awkward silence that I hated so much. They’re had been a lot of those recently.

“You coming to bed?” I asked.

“I dunno, you promise not to punch me in the face this time?” he laughed.

“As long as you keep your hands to yourself,” I laughed, but that completely wiped the smile off of his face.

He sat there with his jaw clenched, I was just being honest.

“Woah, it was a joke, don’t look so serious,” I said. 

I picked my phone up off of the bed and went into the bathroom to be alone. I locked the door behind me, put the seat down on the toilet and sat on it. I had to text Sydney the details for tomorrow, I wasn’t taking no for an answer so I hope this will be easy.

me: I have some good news for you Australia :D

Sydney: Ooooh, I love good news!

me: me, you, Khalil, modelling shoot tomorrow

Sydney: OMGGG, what will we be modelling?”

me: BOOOXXXXEERRSSSSSSSS :D :P

Sydney: go to sleep Ayesha.

me: Lets imagine I’ve taken your free will for 48 hours, because I have, you don’t have a fucking choice m’dear. So sort some shit out. It’s at 4pm

Sydney: I have the physique of a motherfucking MOOSE.

me: oh pleeease, you’re as curvy as a cola bottle! ;)

Sydney: take Abby

me: No, I’m taking you, Khalil’s picking us up! Come on, it’s just boxers, you might not even have to show your face. How cool would it be, me and you modelling side by side?

Sydney: Pretty cool I suppose. Fine w/e I will, but fuck off now because I actually do need my beauty sleep now.

I didn’t text her back and went back into my bedroom where Diggy had changed and was sat on the bed. As I walked in he stood up and held me in his muscular arms.

“I’m sorry, come to bed,” he whispered into my ear.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” I said.

He kissed me and I stripped into my underwear and got into bed with Dan and snuggled in close to him.

“Goodnight,” he whispered.

I kissed him again, before turning over and falling asleep.

The next morning we were up bright and early, I was feeling really excited for later. I showered with Diggy, just showering; no funny business, and then we went to see what Lorraine had prepared for us. Continental English breakfast like a boss! I ate everything on my plate: my bangers, my hash brown; she even made a chip butty, even though that’s more lunch than breakfast.

“Go get your stuff and we can leave,” Dig said, I could tell he was full because he didn’t move out of his seat, he ate loads.

I got my bag and put my Nike Vintage Blazers on and we set out. It was the same business with the fans when we arrived but this time I gave him a goodbye kiss; I swear one girl almost started crying. I spotted Sydney and she waved at me.

“Hey girlfrennnn,” I said when I approached her.

“Hey dere, I actually can’t wait for later,” she said.

“Me too, I never thought I’d be this excited but hey, it is quite the occasion if I must say so myself,” I said in my exaggerated British accent.

“Aww, bless your little British soul,” she cooed.

“Woah, patronize much?” I joked.

“Whatever, but guess who texted me last night?” she said, getting excited.

“Who, who? Was it that boy you like?” I asked.

“No not even, better……. JUSTIN COMBS! He’s coming to the shoot later too, he said he can’t wait to see me,” she said grabbing my hands.

“Be careful though, he’s just come out of a really complicated relationship,” I warned her.

“I know, I know, it’ll just be nice to see him… sober,” she laughed.

We heard the bell ring so we headed to registration. School was a breeze as usual. Hung out with Abby again and got to know her more; she asks a lot of questions. But surely enough, when the clock struck 3:15 and we walked out into the car park, there was Khalil and Justin, leaning on a black Hummer Limo, signing autographs.

“My models have arrived,” Khalil said cheesing.

“Hello there, beautiful ladies,” Justin also said.

“Hey guys,” we said in chorus.

We all hopped into the limo, which was very spacious and we had some bites to eat and a glass of champagne because Khalil wanted to celebrate the ‘occasion’. The boys were really happy and it was like they had some private joke going on between them that we just didn’t get. It was starting to creep me out a bit.

“Y’all excited?” Justin asked.

“Well I dunno about her but I am, this is my first shoot ever,” Syd said.

“I’m still excited, cause I get to model for you and your line,” I said.

“Good, very good,” Khalil said really weirdly and Justin started laughing.

I looked over at Sydney and she looked at me too, we both didn’t know what was going on.

“You guys seem really giddy. Did that one glass of champagne actually kick in?” I laughed.

“It couldn’t be though, because they were like this before we got in,” Syd pointed out.

“True that. So what’s going on?” I asked.

“You’ll find out soon baby girl, lets just get on set first,” Khalil said and switched the radio on.

The rest of the journey we spent catching up, telling tales of what each other have missed and bitching about Tiara; Khalil really didn’t like her now because obviously Justin’s his mate so that was just not acceptable.

“That shit cray dude,” Khalil said. “But hey, you single now bro!”

“That’s wassssuuppp!” Justin said smiling.

“We’re here, sir,” the driver announced from the driver’s seat.

We all hopped out of the limo and were escorted by security into a glossy building made from glass and wood that had loads of pictures of models, I think I even spotted Chanel Iman.

“Dayum,” Sydney whispered to me.

“I know right,” I giggled.

We walked through a few corridors and past some offices and big white rooms to the 4th floor, which is where we’d be based for the day.

“Alright, the girls changing room is on the left and we’ll be on the right,” Justin said.

“Okay, see you guys soon,” I said.

We headed into the dressing room and were greeted by the stylist, make-up artist and hair dresser. We also were presented with the pairs of underwear we were going to be modelling. I had to say, Khalil had done pretty well. There were loads of bright colours and dope patterns and it was all comic book themed with the BANG and POW type of stuff; I think consumers are gonna love it.

“So where are like the bras and stuff?” Sydney asked, checking under a pair of boxers.

“It’s a half nude shoot,” the stylist said.

“It’s a what what shoot?” Sydney pulling a really ratchet face.

I started creasing at the way her face changed, but the situation itself really wasn’t funny. That’s what they were laughing at, they’re so immature.

“Hold on, we need to go and speak to Khalil,” I said and dragged Sydney by the arm into the room.

We almost kicked down the door for the boys changing room and busted in, the boys were still clothed, just shirtless.

“A half nude shoot, is that a fucking joke?” I shouted.

“Ayesha calm down,” Khalil said laughing.

“Why’d you lie to me, I told you the thought of doing a underwear shoot made me uncomfortable but you didn’t have the balls to tell me I’d have to go half nude?” I shouted.

“He didn’t know, we found out while you guys were at school today,” Justin said.

“Woah, hold up hold up, woah dere,” Sydney interrupted. “How much we getting paid?”

“Couple grand, you know I got chu,” Khalil said like it was nothing.

“Couple GRAND? Psshht, I’m in,” Sydney said.

“Well I’m not,” I said.

“Cooommmeee On Ayesha, you wont’s have to show anything to the camera, you’ll be covered up just you’ll have to be nude on set,” Khalil said and then got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around my legs. “Pleeeaassee.”

“Why didn’t you just say that then? I’m down as long as I’m covered up,” I said.

“You definitely will, now go get changed,” Justin said and kissed me on the cheek.

I sighed and me and Syd went back to base and got changed. Then I heard my phone ringing in my coat pocket; I pulled it out and it was Diggy, of course.

“Hey babe,” I said into the receiver.

“Where you at boo?” he asked.

“I’m with Khalil, doing something for him with Sydney and Justin,” I said, I wasn’t gonna lie to him.

“….Khalil? Where abouts are you?” he asked.

I gave him the address.

“Cool,” he said and hung up.

I took no notice and Sydney and I walked to set to find the boys standing in there Khapow’z.

“Looking sexy boys,” I said.

“Same to you girls, but those bras won’t undo themselves,” Justin said staring down at Sydney’s boobs.

She hit him with her water bottle on one of his pecks and it just jiggled, making both of us laugh. The director gave us the positions for the first set of shots. I was with Khalil and he had his arms covering my breasts, but in a friendly hugging kind of way, facing one way and Justin and Tiara were doing that the other way. 

We got into position and it felt kind of weird, but Khalil and I knew we were both just friends, my boyfriend was Diggy and I have no relationship like feelings for Khalil.

“Am I hurting you?” Khalil asked.

“No, you’re fine,” I said.

Justin and Syd were having little sexy times in the corner, they even had a some lip time on camera. We were finishing up the last few shots when the elevator door opened and Diggy came running onto the set.

“Get your hands off of my woman!”

Me and Anisha (or some of you may know as Tiara) are doing a twitcam later. I should have posted the chapter by then, or I might be typing it as we go, but come and watch, cause we’re retarded and some people may find that entertaining. Usually when we twitcam, you guys can’t watch b/c of time zones and all that bs. So we are doing it at a time suitable for you guys :) I’ll post the link later, hope you guys can tune in

I know my posting streak has been kinda retarded and stuff but I’m sorting myself out and pulling my socks up, chapters are gonna be coming on the reggsss. So don’t stop reading, cause I have a feeling people are starting to :( Next chapter coming soon :) xo

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