Sam's POV
Friday morning, Quinn woke everyone up insanely early, and by that I mean at 9 A.M. Yeah, I was kinda pissed. I was in a bad mood until Brenda made me breakfast, then I was happy and not being an asshole again. After we all ate, we went to the studio, where we were going to meet Matthew, then we'd all follow him to where the photo shoot would start, which was in a building a few miles away from the studio. It was where most famous people did photo shoots. We sat on couches in the small room, waiting on Matthew and Angela, Brenda's makeup and hair stylist. Quinn was literally shaking with excitement. After a few minutes, Matthew stuck his head in and said,
"Lets go!" We got our stuff and followed him out to our cars. I drove, Brenda sat in the passenger seat, and Chord and Mercedes sat in the back with Puck and Quinn. I didn't notice it, but one of my songs that've already been released came on. it was 'Trouble With Girls'. Brenda turned the volume up and everyone in the car, including me, started singing along. We had this dash camera thing, I don't know the name of it, ask Quinn, on the Dash, so Brenda hit the record button so she could show everyone back home. When we got to the location, things went by pretty quickly, Brenda took longer, obviously, because she's a girl, and they made her have insanely freaky eyes with the makeup, what looked like a tight one piece bathing suit that was one shouldered, and black heels. They made her hair even curlier, making it puffy and all over the place. Angela put makeup on me, and trust me, I did not like it. She did it when she was finished with Brenda, and I have to say, she looked hot. I whined the entire time.
"I feel like a girl."
"Be happy you don't have to wax everything like we do, Sam." Brenda said, standing next to me, hands on her hips.
"I man scape." I said seriously.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, we both do it." Chord said.
"I can't stand chest hair for some reason, it annoys me to no end."
"Same." Chord mumbled, looking at his phone.
"You boys are weird."She said, then walked over to the counter and leaned forward on it, her butt practically in my face. I looked away and I heard Chord snickering.
"Shut up Chord. You'd do the same thing if Mercedes was in that and her ass was in your face."I whispered harshly, making him start cackling along with Puck. I just glared at them. When Angela was done, she gave me a pair of black pants and a tight black shirt with no shoes. After I changed, Matthew came in.
"Alright, you guys ready?"He asked. We nodded.
"Who is first?" Quinn asked.
"Brenda, then her and Sam, then Sam by himself. Then they'll both change and do a few more pictures with different outfits, then Angela is gonna redo all of Brenda's makeup and her hair for the outside photo shoot. Sam gets to get in a pool with all his clothes on." I mentally yelled 'Yes'. We nodded. Brenda stood in front of the back ground like 'What am I supposed to do?'.
"Alright Quinn, what do you think she should do in an outfit like that?"Angela asked, trying to be helpful. Be sexy, even though she's sexy as hell anyway, I thought.
"Be sexy." Quinn said, grinning. Did I say that out loud? I thought again. After a few pictures, Quinn said,"Strut around in them heels like you own 'em!" Brenda put her hands on her hips, straightened her back, and walked around in circles."Look sexy, but pissed at the same time." She said. Brenda did that."Now just smile and act beautiful, even though you are anyway!" Brenda laughed but did anyway."Kissy face!" Brenda made a kissy face and acted like she was blowing me a kiss. I winked at her and she giggled. She did a few close ups of Brenda's face, too." Okay, Sam, you can come out here now!" I walked over to Brenda and said,
"You're a freaking natural at this, Quinn."
"I know, thank you." I glared at her playfully. She looked at us, thinking."Hm...Okay, Brenda, put one of your hands on his chest, and reach up and kiss his cheek. Sam, try to keep a serious face."We did that and she took a few pictures. She took a bunch of us then Brenda walked off, letting me stay by myself."Alright, try and be sexy, Sam."
"Try?" I asked sarcastically. She glared at me and stuck her tongue out. I stuck mine back out of her and she snapped a picture. I decided to be funny and put one of my arms behind my head, and pretend to sniff my arm pit.
"Oh gross! You think that's sexy?" I started laughing.
"No, I was just messin' with y'all." Iran a hand through my hair, acting like I was the shit. With my hair slicked back looking, I turned my head and made it look like I was looking far off. After she took a picture like that, I laughed.
"Alright, silly macho face." She said, (Jacob Artist! lol). I made a face which made everyone laugh."Okay, regular macho face." She made me do that, then a bunch of weird faces where my face was scrunched up and making silly faces at the camera. She made me sit on the floor, Indian style, and put my face in my hands and stuff like that. She did a few close ups and then whispered to Matthew. I couldn't hear what she said though. She grinned when he whispered back." Okay Sam, stand up,' She started. I stood up," Now take your shirt and start ripping it."
"Wait, what, really?" I asked, shocked. She nodded. I shrugged and did as she was asked. I started pulling on the shirt, the fabric ripping easily. She took pictures of me actually ripping it, then of me without a shirt on. We did a lot more pictures, all in different clothes. Brenda had her hair in a bun at some point, and light makeup with a pretty long dress on. And I actually had shoes on, wearing a fly as shit suit, standing next to her. At some point, we ended up looking like we were from the South, but technically, we are. We both had on cowboy hats, and cowboy boots. Sort of what we wore when we went horse back riding last summer. Then we went to an actual farm, in the same clothes, and took pictures outside. We both got to ride horses and play around in the grass, all the while Quinn was taking pictures of us. I was climbing a tree one time and Brenda stood at the bottom, hands on her hips, looking at me like I was an idiot. That's because Quinn told us to do that. There was a reporter out there while Puck, Chord and I were messing around away from the camera, and she was talking to Brenda. I started sneezing, sneeze after sneeze, while the guys laughed at me. I heard Brenda say,
"What the hell is that-Oh, Sam's sneezing. But yeah, we've had fun today. Y'all are gonna love the pictures!"When the reporter left, and I quit sneezing, they took us to what seemed like a pool on top of a building and told me to get in with what I had on. A semi tight flannel button up with a pair of khaki shorts.
"What do you want me to do, Quinn?" I asked. I was soaking wet, my clothes clinging to me. i had gone underwater too, and shoot my head like a wet dog when I came up.
"Lean against the side of the pool." I did and she took a couple of pictures."Alright, stand where your side is facing the camera and start taking your shirt off." My pants were practically clinging to my ass, and I heard Brenda say,
"Ooo look at that ass." I winked at her and she giggled. She took picture of me taking my shirt off, then told me to lean against the side again, and make it look like I was using my arms to hold my self up. after taking a few pictures, she said, "Now just run your hands through your hair and we'll be done." i did as I was told and she took the pictures. I pulled myself out of the pool and grabbed the towel that Angela was holding out to me.
"Thanks."She nodded to me. I put the towel round my neck, towel drying my hair and standing behind Quinn's chair next to Brenda, looking at the pictures."They look really good, Quinn." I said
"Just wait, all of the pictures will look even better once I put filters on them."
"Alright, lets go back in so they can change into regular clothes and so Sam can get dried off. He looks like he's about to freeze over there." Matthew said.
"Lil bit." I said jokingly, making everyone laugh.
TIME SKIP
I woke up in the middle of the night. Why? Because I heard Brenda whimpering or crying, one of the two, in her sleep. We'd both ended up on different sides of the bed, not even touching one another in any way whatsoever. I sat up and looked at her. She was clutching at her pillow as if her life depended on it. i scooted closer to her and shook her shoulder lightly.
"Brenda? Baby, wake up." I whispered, hopefully loud enough for her to hear me. Her eyes snapped open and there were already tears in her eyes."Baby, what's wrong?" I asked. She shook her head and I hugged her, letting her cry into my chest. "Did you have a bad dream?" She nodded." Do you want to talk about it?" She shook her head.
"No, I'll probably end up crying again. If i still remember it in the morning, I'll tell you." I nodded." Did I wake you up?" I nodded again." I'm sorry-"
"No, don't even. Don't apologize, it's okay. If you need to wake me up for any reason at all, wake me up. I don't care if you see a freaking spider on the bathroom door, and don't want to try and kill it yourself. I'm not mad. I don't like seeing you upset." She nodded into my chest. I lied back down, her still in my arms, and pulled the covers back up over us."Try and go back to sleep, baby. I love you."
"I love you too."She whispered sleepily. She was asleep in a matter of seconds. I just lied there and stared at her for a few minutes, unable to believe that I had a girl who loved me like this. Or who I loved more than life itself.