Snap Out Of It || Ashton Irwin

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Interviewer: Do you think you've changed since your days of being cooped up in an office?

Talia: I feel like the same girl. Just with a limited amount of sleep I get now.

I: What was the transition from Malibu to New York City like?

T: It was one of the best transitions! I instantly felt like I belonged here. Malibu had a way of making me feel lonely and I was glad to be out on my own pursuing whatever New York threw at me next. I had the support of my family and best friend Luke [Hemmings] and that made it even better for me.

I: How did you become friends with Luke?

T: His brother and my sister dated and eventually got married. They introduced us. Luke and I were inseparable until I came up here. It's been hard seeing him since we both have busy lives.

I: What is he like from a personal perspective?

T: He's one of the sweetest people I've had the opportunity to have in my life. He's very dedicated to his work as well. I like to make fun of him because he's so reserved for being 23, he acts like he's 45 most of the time. It's very hard to get him loosened up after he's worked for awhile. He's a good person though. Anyone would be lucky to have him in their life.

I: How's your love life? Is there a special someone?

T: Nope! I'm taking a break from love. I want to focus on myself, making me happy. At the end of the day self-happiness is what matters. There's not a man that could make me feel better...that's not meant to be suggestive either.

I: I guess you're with me and fantasizing about your celebrity crush when you want to get the deed done, right?! Who's your celebrity crush?

T: Oh gosh. I can't think of anyone off the top of my head. I don't think I have one!

I: There has to be someone!

T: Is it okay to say Henry Cavill?

I: We'll take it!

I slammed the magazine shut, shoving it in my purse fairly annoyed with how ridiculous I sounded on paper. It could be that the Vogue editors edited me down some to make me come off as awful as they did. I regretted taking my mom's word that it was a good article. That article was trash! The interviewer didn't ask a single question about fashion, only hounded my semi-personal life.

This day-to-night change was still sinking in. It hadn't hit me that I had a reasonable amount of Instagram followers, a Twitter page that was peaking a million followers, and worn clothes by incredible designers that had reached out to me personally. Now, those things didn't really matter. I was not actually a materialistic bitch. It was just that some things changed when you were given your own manager and being flown across the world to make appearances for companies I wasn't even familiar with. Now, my intentions were never to become a "fashion icon" as Vogue labeled me, that was never what I thought about when entering this world. It was solely about making clothes and making others feel nice in clothes. Maybe I was an opportunist, but wouldn't you take the chance to be spotted sporting the newest clothes and getting paid for it? One snap of a photo and upload to the internet and there was a frenzy in the designers stock.

"You're late." Jet crossed her arms, standing before me, giving me a glare.

Jet. She was the one person who hated the attention I was getting. Apparently it distracted me from VKW, but Noelle suggested Jet was envious that I was the center of attention and Jet wasn't. The point with Jet was that she was attention hungry, she wanted everything to be about her. Noelle and I couldn't have an ounce of focus on us or Jet would take it personally. She took the attention thing so far as to pick a fight with us over whose initial would be first in the company's name. You're catching onto how pitiful she can be, right? As you could see, Jet argued and complained her way till she got her initial in beginning -VKW.

"Sorry," I muttered. "Pedestrian traffic was nuts." I looked at the clock up ahead. I was only ten minutes late! And she wanted to attempt scolding me.

"Are you sure it was because of pedestrian traffic or were you trying to get your Louboutin's out of your ass?"

"Shut up, Jet." I snapped. "You act like you've never been late a day your life."

I brushed by her, making way to my office to get away from Jet. Paperwork was scattered on my desk, causing it to look messy and JESUS, that bothered me. I stacked the papers in a neat pile before sitting down and opening my email.

"Hey, T." Noelle whispered as she snuck into my office. Jet thought she could control Noelle, giving her strict orders not to communicate with me at work or outside of work. "How are you?"

"I'm alright," I nodded, pushing the sleeves up on my sweater as I went to start typing a response to an email.

"Jet's trying to convince me to vote to get you fired." Noelle kept her whispering tone. "She doesn't think you're contributing anything to company anymore."

"Sales went up at least five grand last month when I gave the store publicity." I slowed my fingers to a complete stop, turning to Noelle. "She's just upset that it was me who got those sales and not her."

"I know." Noelle agreed, scratching her head. "She's not right in the head anymore. I'm sorry she's giving you a hard time."

"Sometimes there's conflict in the work force. Nothing I can't handle."

"Hey T, Tessa is here to see you." Zoe opened the door, letting the now blue-haired woman walk in my office.

"I'll leave you two to talk." Noelle gave a thin lipped smile, walking out.

"How did you convince Zoe to let you in without a complaint of not having an appointment?"

Tessa sat casually at the edge of my desk, finding interest in a paper clip. "I might've promised her an autograph from Mikey." She shrugged.

"Never would've predict Zoe to be a fan." I chuckled, going back to typing. Tessa agreed with a mumbled response.

"I read your Vogue piece."

"Please don't talk about it." I sighed.

"I liked it. It was sweet and simple and Talia." Tessa said matter-of-factly.

I owed Tessa a lot. Like my life savings plus more. Tessa was the reason why I was where I was now. It happened indirectly of course. A few paparazzi photographed Tessa and I hanging out one night and everyone wanted to know who the model's mysterious friend was. I guess people had forgotten about my relation to Ashton, that was good. They were acting like he and I never happened which only made me feel better. He was the last person I wanted any sort of ties to.

"I didn't come to loiter around your office in case you're wondering." Tessa tossed the unbent paper clip in the trash before looking out the window in my office. It wasn't a great view (Jet also fought for the office with the best view), but I didn't care. "Have you read the gossip lately?"

"I don't read that stuff, you know that." That was true. I avoided anything that appeared to make false accusations or talk about events that had nothing to do with them personally. It kept one sane.

"Well, it's not so much gossip. It's more like the truth..."

"About?"

Tessa turned to me, grinning, "Sarah and Ashton are getting a divorce."