chapter 4: part 2

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My mom mom and I were on our way to the photoshoot. I was nervous and excited, but I always got this way when it came to shoots.

"So what's the deal with you and that boy?" mom mom asked me

"Who? Niall?" he is just a friend."

"Friends don't show up at other friend's houses in the morning for no apparent reason. what did he want anyway?"

"He invited me over wo his house tonight to hangout and chill."

"Just the two of you?"

"Yes mom mom just the two of us."

"So is it a datee?"

"Yes it is."

"Oh my gosh I am sooo happy! He seems like a really nice boy oo maybe he will even kiss you!"

"Alright mom mom now your getting ahead of yourself."

"Oh stop denying it! I can tell you like him for God's sake you're blushing. And I can tell you want him to kiss you."

"i am not blushing! And nope you are wrong, talk to me when you get your facts straight."

"Oh Maggie please I may be old but I am not stupid."

When we arrived at the photoshoot I got sent straight to hair and makeup. My hair stylist was Steve and my makeuo artist was Frankie. they were both really nice. Frankie told me all of the pictures were going to be in black and white and they were going for a retro look. After hair and maekup I put on my frist outfit and walked out on set. I started to feel sick and reminded myself to just have fun. 

The photoshoot went really well. It was also a lot of fun. But on the way home my mom mom was silent and i could tell she was keeping something from me.

"Ok what is it? I know you are not telling me something. You have that look going on." 

"Alright fine the photoshoot you did today is going to be published in the next issue of vogue. I didn't want to tell you because I knew you weren't sure if you wanted to model full time like your mother. But honestly Mags your a real natural. And vogue just loved the photos. You'r not mad are you?"

"No of course I'm not mad. I'm just a little shocked that they would even like my photos. I mean I am an ammature model. Nothing special, I am just average.'

"Oh sweetheart you don't give yourself enough credit. You have so much potential to do anything you want. And you are so beautiful but you don't see that and I don't understand why. You know my mother always told me what you see in the mirror isn't what everybody else sees. Plus those Photos you took today were incredible. You were just having fun and being you.

"Thanks Mom Mom I love you, and thank you for always knowing how to cheer me up. You're the best."

"Oh your welcome kiddo, and you are the best! And I love you too!"

When we got home I made myself a quick snack. I ate a soft preatzal with mustard. After my snack I ran upstairs and hopped into the shower. After my shower I looked at the clock. It was six fifteen and my Uncle Paul was coming at six fourty five to take me to Niall's. I curled my hair into loose curls and i put on some pink lip gloss and black mascara. I didn't really feel like wearing a lot of makeup. Next I put on my outfit. I decided to wear my black shorts with black flip flops and my yellow blouse that has spagetti straps. I looked at the clock and it was six fourty. I took one last final look in the mirror and headed downstairs. I got a text from my uncle saying he was here. It only took fifteen minutes to get to Niall's apartment.

"Ok now listen, you have fun but not too much fun ok? And if Niall tries any funny funny business with you tonight, just come tell me and I will set him straight. Don't you worry."

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