The Runway Queen

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Davey and I looked at each as he stared me down. I narrowed my eyes at him and he narrowed his back. I looked out of the corner of my eyes to see Paris watching us, her head turning between Davey and I. I quickly turned back to look at him and his eyes were still locked on to mine. My eyes were starting to burn but I didn't care. There is no way I was going to lose to him. No way! Davey smirked at me as tears rolled down his cheeks. Paris gasped and looked back at me. I bit my lower lip and he started banging his fist against the table. He must have hit his pinky a little too hard because it hit the edge of the table and he yelled out in pain, "Shit!" He closed his eyes and I started laughing.

"Ha! I won! Yeah bitch! That's what you get for hitting your hand on the table like that. You alright by the way?" I yelled in joy after wiping the tears off my face. He glared at me and Paris laughed. "I think that's enough fun for one night" she said, stretching her back. I tried to avoid looking at her smooth skin as her shirt revealed some of it to me but it was a little harder than I thought. She leaned back up and I quickly looked away before I was caught. "You'd be surprised Sexy. We used to do this a lot before you came around. It's gonna be different now that there's a girl in the house" he sighed, shaking his head back and forth. I lunged at him and he jumped back out of my reach. "Relax And. I was only kidding. Besides, you and I both know that you have your moments when you're not very girly. Do I have to remind you of the 10th grade dance?" he asked, smugly. I glared at him and Paris's eyes widened.

"What happened during the 10th grade dance?" she asked enthusiastically. "Nothing! Let's go to bed. What time is it by the way?" I asked, glancing over at Davey. He looked down at the watch on his right wrist. "10:09" he replied. "Geez, what the hell have we been doing all day? Time went by pretty fast," I said, scratching the back of my head. Paris smirked and walked over to me. "Well, you know what they say, 'time flies when you're having fun' right?" she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me upstairs. I heard Davey yell "good night" behind us and I yelled it back to him as she closed the door. "That was pretty corny, Paris. I'm not gonna lie" I said plainly as I took off my reading glasses, putting them on the nightstand.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Well it's true". I chuckled and grabbed a few pajamas from my drawer and walked toward the door. When I was about to open it, Paris reached out and stopped me. "Whoa! Where are you going?" she asked, glaring daggers at me. I was slightly taken aback by her quick attitude change and I looked down at her. "Um…to go change in the bathroom," I replied. "Why? Why can't you just stay here and change with me?" she asked, crossing her arms. I leaned my side against the wall and sighed. "Didn't we discuss this earlier? We still don't really know each other and I'm still not totally comfortable with even sleeping in the same bed as you, yet alone sharing the same room. I'm really going out of my comfort zone here so I think the last thing I really hold control over right now is my body. So, I'm going to do everything in my power to keep it that way" I replied. Before she could say anything back, I was out the door and into the bathroom.

I don't know what's going on with Paris but she is taking this girlfriend thing a little too far. I mean, I know I may have been leading her on today with the whole "kiss" in the park but I really couldn't control that. Ok, I could but it wasn't like I could stop. Imagine if you were laying on top of a gorgeous model who totally wanted you and was giving you all the "go ahead" signals. You wouldn't stop either would you? But that's just the thing. It's just fake. I need money and she needs popularity. Nothing will come of this and deep down, I kind of don't want anything to come of this. Paris is hot but she may be a little too hot too handle.

I pulled off my clothes and put on my red tee shirt and green pajama bottoms. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to see Paris in…in…in…well I can't even explain it. That's how much shock I was in. I'm sure my jaw hit the floor and she just stood there, looking at me with a smirk on her face and her eyebrows arched. She waved her toothbrush in front of my face and I closed my mouth and shook my head. "What?" I asked, still in a bit of a trance. "I said, 'I need to brush my teeth' and you were just standing there looking at me" she replied, one hand on her hip and another on the edge of the door. Please don't pose like that. You are too damn hot to be posing like that. "Um…yeah. Yeah, go right ahead".

I moved out the way and she sauntered past me, brushing almost her entire body against me. I bit my lip and looked at the ground. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. "Thanks" I heard her say in the middle of my mediation. I just nodded and she closed the door. I stood there for a few seconds before leaning my back against the wall and closing my eyes. She wore that on purpose. A green silk, thin-strapped shirt with extremely short white shorts hung from her body. I heard snickering to the left of me and I opened my eyes to look toward the direction of the sound.

"I told her what your favorite colors were. Don't be mad at me! She asked. I had no idea she was going to use this against you but…it's funny as hell" Davey laughed. I flipped him off and he laughed harder before heading downstairs to his room. I turned to my right and walked inside my room, pulling back the covers and crawling in. 5 minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps as the bed squeaked. Almost like it was telling me Paris was sleeping next to me now. She slid over toward me and right when I expected her to reach for me…she stopped. I was kind of surprised but I didn't think much of it. Maybe she was actually tired. It had been a pretty long day for her. You know, moving in with me, a practical stranger.

I relaxed against my bed and right before I drifted off, I felt her shift and throw her arm around my waist, tugging on my shirt. When she wouldn't let go, I turned around and faced her. She grabbed my wrist and pulled it over her waist. Then she interlaced our legs and I felt her relax against me as she let out a content sigh. I was spooning her now and when I pulled back, she reached over and slapped my back. "Ow!" I groaned. "Don't move," she said dully. "But-". "No talking. Don't move". I groaned and then laid my head against her pillow. She was warm. A lot warmer than I thought she would be and before I knew it…I had fallen asleep.

XXXXX

I woke up the next morning, expecting to find Paris still in my arms but when I realized that warmth wasn't there anymore, I knew she had gotten up. I groaned and slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and yawning. I grabbed my glasses off of the nightstand and put them back in their box before getting off of the bed. I heard noise downstairs and recognized Davey's laughter. I put on some socks and slouched over to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face before heading downstairs.

Davey was watching something on TV and I didn't see Paris anywhere. "Where's Paris?" I asked, walking over to the coffee maker and turning it on. "She went outside for a jog. Said something about, 'having to stay in shape' then she told me not to wake you up and she left. I made you some coffee already. It's in the microwave" he replied, leaning over the couch to look at me. I nodded and turned the coffee maker off. Davey laughed at something on the TV again and I just shook my head and grabbed the coffee out of the microwave.

I sat beside him and watched TV with him for a while, realizing that the movie he was watching was 'Napoleon Dynamite', I told him to turn it up and we were both laughing within the next 2 minutes. Paris walked through the door with her jogging outfit on and her hair tied up. "How'd you get in?" I asked in curiosity. "The door was open" she replied, walking toward us. I looked back over at Davey. "You really should start locking that," I said. He just shrugged and kept his eyes on the screen. Paris leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I glared at her and she blushed and looked away from me. "It's beautiful outside," she said, taking my cup and drinking from it. My eyes widened at her in shock. "You can kiss me anywhere but there is no way in hell you can just take my caffeine" I growled, pulling the cup out of her hands. She smirked at me. "Really? Anywhere?" she said huskily.

I pointed an accusing finger at her and she laughed. "Let's go to the beach!" she yelled, jumping on Davey. He groaned and tried to see past him. "Sexy, we're watching TV right now" he whined. "You can watch TV at any time and sexy?" she asked, looking over at me towards the end. I just shrugged and Davey groaned. "I don't like the sun".

"Everybody likes and needs the sun"

"It might rain"

"It's like 83 degrees outside!"

"No one will be at the beach"

"I jogged past there. It was packed!"

"I don't wanna!"

"Davey, please! Stop acting childish"

"Andie! Get your girlfriend off me. I don't want to go to the beach"

"Not my real girlfriend and I think it's a pretty good idea"

They both looked over at me and I just shrugged. "It's a nice day and the beach sounds like fun," I said, getting off of the couch. Paris smiled at me and jumped off of Davey to kiss my cheek. "I'm gonna go put on my swimsuit and grab my stuff!" she exclaimed, running up the steps. Davey glared over at me. "Traitor" he mumbled. "Hey! She's right. It's a nice day…and just imagine how much people would pay for a picture of her in a swimsuit". Davey jumped off the couch and ran into his room. I chuckled and turned off the TV, heading upstairs to my- I mean, Paris and mine's room.

XXXXXX

"It's sooo hot!" Davey complained, laying out on his towel. I laughed and looked over at Paris, who had on a huge beach hat so that no one would notice her. "It must suck being a celebrity," I said, sitting down next to her on the sand. She nodded. "But it has its perks". "Like what?" I asked. "Like being able to pay people $1500 a month to be your fake girlfriend" she replied, smirking at me. I sighed and watched the other people around the beach interacting. The people beside us were sunbathing and this little girl was building a sand castle. I looked to my right to see a couple. The guy was putting sun tan lotion on his girlfriend's back and he looked like this was the happiest moment in his life. What. A. Sap.

Paris looked in the direction I was looking and sighed. "Awww! That's so cute. Will you put lotion on my back, Andie?" she asked, pulling at her swimsuit strings. I blushed and grabbed her hand. "Hell no! And stop trying to strip in public". She stuck her tongue out at me and I looked back at where Davey was but I found him down in the ocean, trying to cool off. I smiled when I saw him get smashed by a huge wave and then laughed when he came up and got hit by another one. He shook his head and looked in my direction, flipping me off before he dove back in the water again.

I leaned back against the sand and Paris grabbed my hand, pulling me on my feet. "Let's go for a walk". I nodded and we headed toward the boardwalk. Other people were walking by us and she pulled her hat down further. I laughed and she looked up at me. "It's kind of sad when you can't even got out in public" I chuckled. She slapped my arm and pulled me toward a gift shop. I groaned. "Paris. Please don't make me go in. I'm not a big fan of shopping". She gasped and looked at me in shock. "What girl isn't a fan of shopping? Oh yeah. You have moments when you're not very girly, according to what happened to you in your 10th grade dance" she said smartly. I frowned at her and looked away. Fuck you Davey.

She gasped again and then ran off down the boardwalk toward someone, dropping her hat on the ground. I picked it up and looked down the boardwalk for her, spotting her hugging some girl. I walked toward her and as I got closer, I could hear her talking very animatedly with the girl. Obviously they were very good friends. "Katie! It's been such a long time! I've missed you!" she yelled. The girl smiled at her and I took in her features. Katie had long curly red hair and blue eyes. She was about 5'7" and looked to be possibly around Paris's age, maybe older. She had on a white sundress and white flip-flops.

"I know! I've missed you too. It's been what, 3 years since we last saw each other? How's Liz?" she asked. "The same. Even though she kicked me out," Paris replied, smiling. Katie's jaw dropped. "She kicked you out? Why?" she asked quickly. "Well actually she kind of forced me to move in with my girlfriend". Paris looked over at me and took my hand again. "Katie, this is my girlfriend Andie. Andie, this is my best friend Katie who I haven't seen since I was 18. We knew each other from when I worked for Liz" she explained. "Hi. Nice to meet you" I said. "Hi. Nice to meet you too! Then this is her? The 'mysterious' girl you ran off to met at a pub?" she asked.

I groaned and Paris started laughing. "Yes. This is her. The girl who has captured the famous 'Beauty's' heart" she replied dramatically. Katie giggled and then some guy walked over to her. He had jet-black straight hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a dark orange shirt and orange and brown plaid shorts. On his feet were brown flip-flops and he looked like the type of guy who "made his own rules". "Hey baby. I just won that game over there! You have to check out my score! Over 250,000 point! I think that's a record. Oh! Whose this?" he asked, pointing over toward Paris and I.

"Oh yeah! Pete, this is Paris my best friend and her girlfriend Andie. Paris, this is my boyfriend Pete. We've been together for 2 years now" Katie replied. Paris smiled at him and I just waved a greeting. "Paris? Paris as in Paris Beaunet? Baby you didn't tell me you were friends with Paris Beaunet," he said in shock. "Well, I didn't think it mattered. Plus, I haven't seen her in forever!" Katie reached out and hugged Paris again and she giggled.

"I know! We seriously have to catch up one day. Oh! Give me your cell phone and I'll give you my number". As they exchanged numbers, I glanced over at Pete. He was sending Paris "looks" and I watched as he eyed two blondes that walked past us. I frowned at him and then pulled Paris closer toward me. She looked up at me in confusion but I just shook my head and waved her off. I felt a hand on my shoulder and smiled when I saw Davey looking down at me. "Yo! I've been looking for you two!" he exclaimed, wrapping his towel around his neck.

Paris looked over at him. "Oh! I almost forgot. Katie, this is Davey, Andie's best friend and our roommate," she said. Davey glanced over at Katie and his eyes widened. I knew that look. That was the same look he gave Sarah, the girl he had a crush on in 5th grade. And McKenzie, the girl he had a crush on in 9th grade. And Rachael, his old girlfriend from his last year in High school. I smirked up at him and then chuckled when I noticed Katie looking at him the same way. Pete must have noticed the vibe because he swung his arm over Katie's shoulder and pecked her on the lips, glaring daggers at Davey.

I glared back at him but Davey just grabbed my shoulder and shook his head. "Nice to meet you Katie" he said, smiling at her. She blushed and smiled back. "Nice to meet you too". Pete looked back over at her. "Babe, my score" he urged, pulling her over toward the stupid ass game he was playing. "Oh yeah. Then I guess I'll call you and we can catch up again, Ok?" Katie said, as she walking away. "Ok! Bye Katie!" Paris yelled after her. "Bye!" We turned around and headed back toward the beach. "What an asshole" Davey and I said at the same time. Paris laughed and grabbed my hand tighter. "Be nice," she giggled. Davey and I both sighed. "We will".



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