LGBTQ+ Fan Fictional Romance
-The names used in this story are not intended to match anyone's and do not describe any real human being.
-No copyright infringement intended I do not own the story cover.
-This story is purely based on imagination and...
"May I see?" She asked to see the photo. "Of course." I said and gave her my phone. "Woaaaah. How?" She asked. "What do you mean how?" I was so confused. "How did you get me to look like this?" She showed me the photo that I took of her.
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"You really are a photographer. An artist." She sounded so amazed and I immediately felt my cheeks redden. "I just saw that the lighting here would showcase your beauty." I said honestly and she looked down and I saw a smile.
"Oh. I see that you also found good lighting in my living room." She said and showed me my selfie.
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I immediately reached for my phone in embarrassment but she was so fast and lifted my phone up. I bumped into her, she held me into a tight hug to prevent us from falling because of my clumsiness. She was still holding my phone up high. I tried to reach it but she made sure that I wouldn't.
I caressed her cheek instead trying to trick her into kissing me, as she closed her eyes in anticipation, I reached for my phone and got it. She then opened her eyes and pouted, "No fair." I chuckled but then fell yet again for her dreamy eyes. So, I kissed her on her cheek and she smiled.
Kylie's POV
"Ready to go?" I asked her. "Yeah." She said. I held her hand and we left the vanity. I led her to the garage and she let go of my hand. "Why?" I asked. "You have FOUR cars?!" She exclaimed. I saw her scanning thru each of them. "You have the one we used last night," she pointed at my black Volkswagen Vortex. "You have a Porsche?!" She walked towards my black Porsche Cayenne. "And a Mini Hardtop?!" She rushed towards my black Mini Cooper. "And no freaking way." She ran towards the back. "A ferrari?!" She gestured her hands towards my metallic gray Ferrari F430.
"May I?" She asked if she could climbed into the Ferrari. "Of course." I smiled at her as she sat onto the driver's side. "Can we use this?" She asked. "Certainly." I approved to her request. She was about to come out of the car, "Where are you going?" I asked. "To the passenger's." She said. "Nope. You're driving us." I told her.
Valerie's POV
"Wait, what?" I asked. She helped me fasten my seatbelt and closed the door. She rushed towards the passenger's seat. "Ready?" She asked. I nodded nervously. "One moment." She pressed a button on the car and we were shuffled to the front of the garage. "Woah!" I was so surprised luckily it didn't trigger my foot to floor gas. The garage door lifted automatically.
"I don't know where we're going." I told her. "Oh yeah. Here follow this." She turned the navigator on. "Guide us to the school." She ordered. After a few seconds, it showed a route to a place called SSA. I took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing." I said nervously. "You got this." She smiled to me in encouragement.
After what seemed like only a 5 minute drive given the type of car that we were using, we finally arrived at our destination. I pulled over at the front of the building. She came out of her side and rushed to mine and opened the door for me, "They can take it from here." She assured and threw the key to the valet. "Good day, Chief and Madame." The valet greeted us. Kyle nodded in acknowledgment and so did I. I just followed her into the building. As we reached the receptionist's desk, I saw a huge sign saying, "Stewart School of Arts." Then it dawned me, I have been with the Director and CEO of Stewart School of Arts all this time. The Director Kylie J. Stewart.
