The Runway Show
It didn't feel right to me. I don't know what Davey saw in all of this but he was my best friend and I had to support him but…this was taking it a little to far. I mean, it's ok to have a crush on someone, that I get, but to go as far as to go to a runway show and scream and holler there name like we're at a New Orleans' Superbowl game. That's a little too much.
Davey smiled over at me and I fake smiled back as I watched another one of the plastic girls walk down the runway, pose, and then walk back through the curtains where they came from. Let me try to rewind this a little bit so you understand where I'm coming from.
My name is Andrea Fluharty. I'm 21-years-old and I just got out of college. I'm jobless and I'm currently living with my best friend Davey, whom I have knew since we were in diapers. I'm 5'9" with ebony black hair that always kind of has a mind of its own. I have green eyes and hazel brown skin. Davey is 6'3" and has shaggy brown hair. His brown eyes match my own and his caramel skin practically screams, "I'm mixed!" I live in Los Angeles, California and love every second of it; especially since now we're at legal age to drink. Davey and I had promised since we were…12 maybe, that when we got older we would get an apartment together. We thought it would be cool. Just us hanging out and no one to tell us what to do. We could do whatever we wanted and also be together, sounds like fun right? Wrong. College kicked my ass and I barely graduated. Davey had a shit job and I barely got to see him plus he hated every minute of it. I couldn't find a job and have pretty much became nothing but a bother to him, well he doesn't say that but I know he's thinking it.
Life hits you hard and when it hits you, it's like getting hit by a fucking Mac truck; you kind of don't want to get up again just because you're scared of the unbearable pain you know you are going to feel if you even try to. So here we are, 9 years later and still trying to live the dream.
Recently, Davey came across some magazine. He crashed through the doors and with a huge smile on his face he said, "Check out how fucking hot this girl is!" I was confused but two words registered in my brain at that moment. "Girl" and "fucking hot". Ok, that's three words but whatever. I walked over to him and looked at the cover. The girl was standing in the ocean of some exotic beach. Her right hand was in her sandy blonde hair and her left hand was right under her navel, her thumb was under the strap of her swimsuit bottoms. She was biting her lower lip and her eyes; those soft blue piercing eyes were staring right at me. I quickly glanced over at Davey, who was smirking at me.
"Sexy ain't she? That's the kind of girl you take out and break out if you know what I mean," he said, moving his pelvic around back and forth. I smiled at him and slapped the magazine against his chest. "Whatever. You're too much Dave. I'll be upstairs," I told him as I walked off. "Yeah try not to hurt yourself while you masturbate, buddy" he yelled after me. I flipped him off as I got to the stairs and he laughed.
Over the next couple of weeks that's all he did. Everything he brought home would include a new magazine with her on the cover. He bought movies that she was in and food products that she sponsored. He even added her as a friend on MySpace and Facebook. As well as following her on Twitter! I was really starting to worry about him until one day he came home ready to destroy the place. "What's wrong?" I asked, tossing my reading glasses on the kitchen table.
"I can't find the shitting tickets that I bought yesterday!" he yelled in desperation as he pulled the pillows off our sofa. "Shitting?" I asked in confusion. "Yes! Shitting! They were tickets to this runway show that's happening downtown next week" he replied, running upstairs to his room. I followed him and leaned against the doorframe while he checked his bed. "What runway show? Who's the artist or performer or whatever it's called?" I asked. "Designer. And it's not one. The runway show is for Platinum Magazines Summer Collection" he replied nonchalantly. I arched my brows and looked at him. "Should I be concerned that you know that or should I be more concerned that you wanna go?" I said, crossing my arms.
He stopped looking and let out a triumphant yell as he held up the two red tickets. "You shouldn't be concerned at all because there's a good reason why we are going," he said, sitting on the edge of his bed. I laughed to myself and stopped when I saw the serious look on his face. "What do you mean 'we'?" I asked, pointing between me and him.
He got up with a smirk on his face and stood in front of me. "She's gonna be there" he answered, wiggling his eyebrows at me. "So? I'm not the one obsessed with her. You are. Go by yourself" I said, walking toward the steps. "But no one goes to one of these by themselves. Plus, you're my best friend. How bad could it be? We just show up, watch some hot girls walk across the stage in sexy clothing, eat some food, and leave. Sounds like a good time to me. I mean, when's the last time we went out?" he said, walking after me and smiling when he cornered me on the third step.
"We went out to the pub yesterday!" I exclaimed, dropping my arms at my sides. "Well yeah but think about it! Hot models. Hot celebrity models. Free food. Her. It's an amazing deal" he exclaimed back. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "Alright" I mumbled.
He picked me up off of the step and hugged me tightly. "You won't regret it, Andie. I promise you!" he yelled happily as he ran into his room. I groaned and slowly trotted down the stairs to get my glasses from the kitchen table. I really didn't want to go to this stupid runway thing but if it could make Davey happy, I'd do it. "This is so fucked up," I said to myself.
So here we are, watching women walk across the stage, showing off their beautiful God given or medically enhanced bodies. The room was dark but the stage was lit like a fucking Christmas tree. Lights from cameras were going off every 2 seconds and shallow "artistic" music was playing around the room. I hated this. I was more of the "let's get up and actually do something" person instead of the "let's sit down for hours at a time, watching women walk" person. I sighed and leaned back against my chair, desperately trying to drift off to sleep.
"Hey! Hey Andie! This is it! After this girl leaves, she's coming out!" I groaned. "Oh joy. Can't wait to see your future wifey," I mumbled. Davey laughed and nudged me. "Now, you're talking". I sat up and the entire audience got quiet. What? Did something happen that I wasn't aware about? Somebody get shot cause if so, I gotta get the fuck out of here! "Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you…the Beauty!" the announcer said. A single spotlight was directed on to the curtain where all of the models had came out of and the curtain was slowly pulled away to reveal her.
My heart almost stopped as I saw her. She looked magnificent. The cover of the magazine hadn't given her any justice at all. She was wearing a white and dark blue swimsuit were her stomach and back were completely revealed. Her bottoms weren't even really bottoms at all, it was more like lingerie of some kind and it made her ass look incredible. Her breast weren't falling completely out of her top but it did leave room for some imagination. Her sandy blonde hair was cascading down her shoulders and curled at the end. And when she walked down that aisle…it was like she ran the entire fucking place and she did. Oh, trust me she did. Everyone was in a complete trance, even though she was only wearing a swimsuit, not even a full piece.
As she walked back down the aisle after posing for the cameras, she stopped at the curtain and turned back around to the audience again as more lights from around the room went off, snapping pictures at this gorgeous girl in front of me. She looked around and our eyes locked for a mere second before she walked back through the curtain and the lights turned back on. Davey clapped loudly as everyone got out of their seats and walked around us. "Encore! Encore!" he shouted, as he cupped his hands around his mouth.
I was in shock. I didn't expect for her to be this…this…amazing looking. I couldn't really put a finger on what I was feeling but all I knew was that I had to get out of this fucking chair right fucking now! I jumped out of my seat and Davey stood up after me. We walked out toward where they were serving the food and he smiled down at me. "So, what did you think? Pretty good huh? Total Mrs. Squirtle material?" he asked, putting his hands in his slack pockets. I tried not to laugh at the remembrance of his last name. Davey Squirtle. Like the God damn Pokémon. He glared at me and slightly pushed me. "Fuck you Andie" he chuckled, throwing his left arm over my shoulder.
"No, no. I think she would totally love the last name Squirtle. Then she can run around the yard just like you used to do and I'll throwing pokeballs at her while saying, "Squirtle, I choose you!" I said sarcastically. I laughed harder and tried to calm down as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Oh, laugh it up Fluharty. Just wait until she's my wife. You're not gonna find it funny then" he mock threatened. I bit my lower lip to stop myself but I just started laughing again at the thought of him being serious. "Whatever. Let's go eat," he groaned, walking toward the food table. "Hold on Davey. Awww, don't be mad. I was just kidding!" I yelled after him.
We sat down and ate, talking about what we did and didn't like about the show until the editor of Platinum Magazine walked in and everyone in the room clapped. She bowed and smiled before walking toward the mic stand. "I hope everyone is enjoying there evening," she said. "Here, here" Davey exclaimed, raising his glass. I glared at him and nudged him in the ribs. "Ouch! My bad! I mean, she asked!" I ignored him as she continued talking.
"When we first put together the summer set for Platinum Magazine, the designers and I knew that we wanted something fresh. Something new that would not only express summer as a season but also summer as a beginning. I think we can all agree that summer time is the time when things start becoming more…adventurous, eventful, even a little…hot" she ended seductively and Davey flapped his dress shirt and smirked at me.
The audience laughed and "ohhed" as she just smiled along with them. "So we had to find the perfect piece and as all of you know, a piece is not perfect unless the model is perfect as well. Let's bring out our models, shall we?" The audience clapped as the models filed into the room with her in center stage.
She started to introduce the models for the magazine but I only cared about one. The beautiful blonde standing in the middle, whom seemed like she wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment. I stared at her in confusion as she fidgeted with her hands. The smile never left her face but her eyes were a different story. They no longer looked alive like they did on the stage but instead they looked…bleak, non-caring, dead. Almost as if she had lost all of her charisma and this was just a shell of the girl who walked across that stage an hour ago.
She looked up and our eyes locked once again. Soft blue eyes meeting my green ones. I smiled at her and I noticed that her facial expression hadn't changed at all but her eyes slowly widened and a blush appeared on her face. She tore her gaze away from mine as the editor walked toward her. "And last but no least in any way, shape, or form…I give you Platinum Magazine's new cover model, Paris "The Beauty" Beaunet!" she exclaimed, clapping as the audience gave her a standing ovation. But I stayed in my seat because she had quickly looked at me and cut her eyes at me, as if saying "You better not get up". I was surprised by the sudden attention but I did as I was told and stayed seated. I didn't know what she wanted from me and I didn't think I would ever see her again but for this fleeting second, for this moment in time where someone like her noticed someone like me, she had complete control and I didn't have a problem with that.