Ok, first thing's first. No banners are being posted today because I have to go babysit in...twenty one minutes. =/
It was the picture of me that Loki had drawn of me on the plane…naked.
Penny and Kelly giggled, staring up at the picture before running off to where a couple other kids were milling around where people were serving food. Other people were admiring the drawing.
“Loki…” I hissed turning my blushing face away from the picture.
“I forgot to tell you, didn’t I?” He mused, his eyes flashing.
“Tell me what?”
“You’re the main focus of this show.”
The people swirled before my eyes and I collapsed into Loki’s arms.
Gasps broke out across the room as I completely blacked out.
“Is he ok?” Penny and Kelly shouted sounding worried.
“Yeah, I just surprised him is all…now lower your voices.”
“THERE’S A DRAWING OF ME NAKED ON THE WALL!” I screamed sitting up a little too suddenly. Blood rushed to my head and I felt extremely dizzy again.
Penny and Kelly giggled.
“You’re acting like you’re drunk again.” Loki smirked.
“I haven’t had any alcohol. I think I have learned my lesson.”
“Let’s go back out. People are asking about you.” Loki urged taking my hand and helping me up from the couch.
“N-No…I couldn’t possibly!” I screeched burying my face against his upper arm. He stroked my hair gently.
“Come on. It’s art. There’s nothing scary about it panda.” Penny and Kelly giggled tugging on my tuxedo sleeve with pleading looks.
Panda…?
“Terrence lets go back out there.” Loki tugged me towards a door and as we got closer I could hear the drone of voices leaking under the threshold. My body shook and I clutched onto Loki’s arm tighter.
Allan was standing outside the room talking to a man who had graying hair and a blond bombshell seemingly permanently attached to the old guy’s arm.
“Terrence honey, this is Mr. Rinehart and his wife Elaine. He runs a modeling business and he was wondering if you’d like to model for him. It would be a great opportunity to earn some extra cash.” My body stiffened.
Cash was a sensitive subject for me.
“It’s nice to meet you Terrence.” Mr. Rinehart smiled offering me his hand. I took it cautiously. His hand was soft clasped in mine. Then I shook Elaine’s hand lightly. I stared at my shoes, dropping my arm to my side.
“It’s nice to meet you too.” I mumbled avoiding looking at the drawing on the wall.
“So what do you think Terrence?” Loki questioned nudging my calf with the toe of his shiny, overly-expensive shoe.
I chewed my lower lip nervously.
“You wouldn’t have to pose naked.” The man laughed.
I lifted my gaze to meet his. He seemed honest enough.
“Ok.” My voice was barely audible even to my own ears.
Penny and Kelly both let loose ear splitting squeals. Allan gave them a dirty look and they darted off to their friends who were dancing on the dance floor.
“I’m sure it’ll be a pleasure working with you. If you can make it to my studio in Manhattan, I would love to get a portfolio started for you. Here’s my card.” Mr. Rinehart gave me a small white card. I read it politely before slipping it into my pocket.
Someone called Mr. Rinehart and he said a courteous good-bye and went to go talk to a group of well-groomed people.
I looked up at Loki who seemed to be zoned out slightly.
“Is it ok?” I whispered tugging lightly on his sleeve.
“Huh? OH! Yeah, don’t worry. It’s fine.” He waved his hand briefly before zoning out again.
“Come on, let’s dance.” Allan offered holding his hand out to me. I took it cautiously, letting him lead me out onto the dance floor. He let his hands rest low on my waist while I slipped my arms around his neck, putting my forehead against his chest.
It was a slow song and Allan guided me effortlessly across the dance floor.
Eventually, I was tired so we went and sat down. He pulled me into his lap, resting one hand on my upper thigh.
Loki joined us a few minutes later, blowing air through his lips.
People started crowding around us and talking to us. I was uncomfortable in such a large crowd but having Loki there surprisingly made me feel a bit better. I had moved onto his lap and spoke up every once in a while. I got a few other modeling jobs but I had to turn a few down because there were so many.
Penny and Kelly eventually found us, exhausted.
We all went home then collapsed into bed, falling asleep without a problem. In the morning Loki and Allan laughed when I opened my eyes. They held up a small mirror and gaped. I looked like a freaking raccoon. The eyeliner was smeared all around my eyes.
“Go get Penny to help you take it off.” Allan laughed giving me the directions to the little girl’s room.
I could hear Penny and Kelly giggling even before I walked it.
“Sit.” They ordered motioning to a little chair. I obeyed and sat down, letting them attacked me with lotion and cotton swabs to remove the eyeliner. They had to keep telling me to stop flinching when they pulled at my eyelid.
After a while I was free to leave. I took a quick shower then dried off, wrapping the towel around my waist. When I walked out I averted my eyes. Loki and Allan were making out on the bed.
I found some of Allan’s clothes and slipped them on with a belt to hold up the jeans because they were WAY too big. I had to roll up the jeans cuff because I kept tripping over my own feet.
After that, I went back into Penny and Kelly’s room. They were lying on her bed going through fashion magazines. I mean COME ON! They’re eight or something. Really?!
They noticed me standing in the doorway and invited me over. I squished myself in between them. They each kissed my cheek before returning their attention to the magazines.
Later, they decided to put make-up on me again. I held perfectly still, even letting them put a light coat of smoky eye shadow over my eyelids. The two styled my hair till they were satisfied and took pictures.
I didn’t want to see the picturesso I left and wandered down the hall into the kitchen where Deroda was making breakfast. She smiled upon seeing me enter. I gave her a small smile in return, hoisting myself onto the counter to watch her cook. She said nothing to me but I enjoyed the silence. It was nice.
