CAMBOY | PHAN AU

It's not blue.

Chris Kendall: Howell wants you at 19.00 sharp, same place as the audition. Don't be late.

Phil Lester: Thanks Chris :)

Chris Kendall: There's no need to reply.

Phil Lester: Okay :D

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I was escorted up the stairs to Howell's office once again by 'Mr. Sad Eyes', who had been recently named Chris Kendall. I was fully clothed this time around but still felt as self conscious, maybe even more. I didn't understand the relationship between Howell and I. I knew he was my boss obviously, but I was unsure how formal I needed to be. To be perfectly honest I was unsure what my job was. I modeled for Howell and I knew it wasn't exactly a 'clean' kind of modeling but then again it wasn't exactly 'dirty'...yet.

I was curious on what he wanted me to do and what I was expected to do.

I pushed my thick rimmed glasses up the bridge of my nose before reaching the top of the staircase and closing my thoughts. ''Remember my question yesterday, about is Howell nice...I've decided he is already.''

Chris looked bewildered, ''Don't judge too quick, you don't get far in this business that way.'' He turned around and skipped down the stairs, just as he did the previous day.

Smiling to myself, I knocked on Howell's door and waited. Minutes passed, so I knocked again.

''You may enter.'' His voice called letting a fizz of excitement bubble up inside me. I pushed the door open, peeking my head in before entering with a grin slapped on my face. There was a bounce to my step whilst I crossed the floor to reach his desk. I was a lot closer than I was the yesterday and I got a better view of him. I found out what I wanted to know too, he had perfect caramel eyes to match his perfect chocolate hair and his skin was just as clear close up which was surprising, usually somebody had some kind of downer on their skin but obviously Howell didn't.

''Hello again, Phil?'' He questioned, I nodded to confirm he did remember my name. Not going to lie, I was offended that he was uncertain of my name but I liked how he said it so he was immediately forgiven. ''You have seemed to have another set of eyes.''

What does that even mean? My glasses?

''Are my glasses an issue?'' I replied to his odd statement. He simply shook his head, his thin lips twitching up slightly.

Howell cleared his throat, ''What is your favorite thing about yourself?'' he opened a top draw in his desk to get out a notepad and metallic sliver pen. I thought for a moment, I thought hard. There wasn't much I did like about myself so how could I possibly pick a favorite? I was a sickly pale and I had no muscle, my nose stuck out like a massive triangle on my face but I do like my hair.

''My hair.'' I decided and he smiled to himself beginning to write something down. Once he finished he looked up at me, ''Would you like a seat? You can pull that arm chair over.''

''Yeah, thanks.'' I went over to the long backed seat, it looked like something I'd find in my gran's house. I pulled it over, having to lift the legs when it got to the rug, placing it in front of Howell's desk and let myself fall into the seat. I shuffled to get comfortable but something that made me uncomfortable was a set of brown eyes watching me. He watched me the entire time, even when moving the chair. I could feel his eyes, running up and down my back. I knew he was looking because I felt him doing so.

"So, Phil." He began, "Your hair isn't naturally black, is it? You can see by your brows and eyelashes. Judging by how flat and set your hair is I would say you straighten it. So Phil, your favorite thing about yourself is something that isn't naturally you?"