Laysha Point of view
*Flashback*
Vance and I were on Facetime
“Lay did you learn today in editing class?”
“I learned how to change hair color and eye color. Pass me that eye picture from our last photoshoot I want to see how I would look in gray eyes.”
“Laysha your perfect just the way you are”
“Gee, stop singing you are going to break my glasses”
“I sing wonderful you are just a terrible hearer”
“Is that even a word”
“I make my own dictionary you mortal”
“How dare you, I am an unicorn don’t mess with me”
“Whatever”
“You aint going to whatever me Vance”
“I do what I want”
“Totally Vance the rebel”
“Shut up”
“Vance the pictures”
“Sending”
*Looks at the picture* “Wow Vance you are amazing. Are an 30 year old professional who looks 17?”
“There is always that possibility”
“Done sending the photos”
“Perfect for a werewolf movie”
“We both know I am not pretty enough for Hollywood. I may have a decent talent but I’m not pretty so I won’t get there”
“You are pretty enough Lay”
“You could compliment me for 1000 years but it doesn’t mean anything. Give it up”
“I am never going down. I am never giving up. I am never going to leave so put your hands”
“I am kind of over getting told to throw my hands in the air”
“I have an idea why don’t you dye Luke Hemmings’ hair black”
“Give me 10 minutes and consider it done”
“I will give | Slay | playlist”
“Sounds good”
“Call you when slay ends”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
10 minutes later
“O M G”
“What?”
“Just look at this” *Shows him the photo”
“Tumblr it now”
“Already did that”
“My phone is blowing from notifications”
“Do you think it will go viral?”
“There is a possibility”
“All thanks to you”
“Applause to myself”
“Bye I got to go study”
“Same”
“Bye love”
“Bye”
*End of flashback*
YOU ARE READING
*Obvious*
Teen FictionLaysha is one of these hopeless romantic teenagers. She in the most literal sense breathed romance. It had been 7 years since she started reading and writing romance. 8 years since she had been watching romantic films. She was all about her romance...
