My Friend The Super Model

"What is he like?" a microphone was shoved into my face, I had to push it down so that I wouldn't choke on it.

"He's...."

"Does he take you everywhere he goes?" another microphone, a flash of a picture taken. There were lights glaring in my face, I cringe backwards but not so much that they notice.

I feel like one of those exotic fish that everyone just had to see, pressing their faces against the glass. I couldn't get away from them, I was trapped in by their questions and equipment.

"Ms. Dillions, do you have anything to say about his recent trip to Austrailia?"

"What does he do on his off time?"

"Have you any pictures of you two together?"

"What about his engagment? What do you have to say?"

"Ms. Dillions?"

I stare blankly at the reporters, Gregory...engaged? It was almost absurd, he wasn't one to just go off to Jamaica and get engaged to some other celebrity. Gregory was simply who he was, not some egotistical model that everyone in the industry thought he was. He was simple, he liked things a certain way and most people didn't understand that.

"I have to go."

My voice was small and slow when I said them. The reporters looking curious as to why I wasn't trying to defend anything. I had nothing to defend or try to defend. I wasn't Gergory's girlfriend, I was his friend and there was nothing else between us. We were close, but nothing ever could come of it.

I pushed through the crowd, as I made my way to the car and started it up. I gave them all a friendly smile, then took off toward the shoot that I was sure Gergory would be at. I had to be there, to carry things around that he needed.

I wasn't just a friend, I was sort of his assistant. I made him drinks when he asked, got him lunch, carried his make up, clothes. I did alot of things that were assistant like, except that Gergory didn't demand it all at once.

I opened up my phone. "Gerg..."

The phone started to ring, for a few moments I thought that he wouldn't answer.

"Aimi?"

He seemed alittle surprised that I was calling him right now. I was supposed to be there later, but he knew if I called I wasn't too far away.

"Yes, I have to ask you something."

There was a pause on the other end, as someone asked him a question. I was used to conversations like these, we were often intrupted.

"Yeah."

He didn't seem so surprised now, it wasn't like you could surprise him. He was used to having alot of things thrown at him.

"Are you engaged?"

I heard him cough on something, and then there was laughter filling the phone.

"No, why would I be engaged?"

I shrugged to myself, "Well, because some of the reporters are saying you are. What did you do in Austrialia anyways?"

He was blowing air through the phone.

"I was doing a wedding shoot for the alternative life styles. It was a private shoot, so it could of looked like an engagement party."

I laughed softly, I knew that I shouldn't of pumped it up to be something else.

"I thought so, but I think they're going to be talking about you being engaged for a while."

I could almost hear him smile at those words. I turned into the place were the shoot was. It was at the coast of california. He had some beach shots that he was doing for a promotion.

"I'll see you soon."

I then snapped the phone closed. I stopped the car, and I sat there for a long time. Gergory and I had been friends for a few years, when he first got famous I had been assigned to him. We had hit it off right away, it wasn't the notion that it was impossible to be in love with him. It was that I couldn't be in love with him, I couldn't allow that.

I got out, trying to think about something else, but my mind just kept running back to that spot. Could I actually be falling in love with a Super Model? Would it be such a bad thing to be in love with him? Could I handle it, if at a moment in time I had to give him up, could I?

I grabbed what I needed to help him, but I just couldn't focus on anything. My heart started beating faster as I got closer to the door I knew he'd be behind. I struggled to breathe as I walked through.

There he sat in a chair perfectly fine with everything going on around him. His hair was falling off to the side today in black strands. His eyes were the beautiful gray I had come to know him for. He didn't wear make up, atleast not much.

He wore a pair of black pants that clung to him, but at the right areas. There was a belt around his waist, with red and black checkers. His shirt was like nothing I had seen before, nor could I really discribe it. I choked back my heart in my throat, as I sat down across from him.

He lifted his gaze ever so sweetly to meet my eyes, and I had to fight my urge to get out of there.

"Hey, I thought you weren't going to come until later..."

His eyebrows arched, and I shrugged.

"You know how I am, I say one thing then I do the other. But, aren't you glad to see me?"

He smiled.

"Of course I am."

I looked out one of the windows, to see the camera crew getting the lighting set just right for his pictures.

"You're going to get wet today."

I turned back to look at him, and he nodded.

"Yep, and they'll love me the better for it."

I laughed softly.

"Don't you think you've broken enough hearts?"

He retracted dramatically and seemed shocked at what I had said.

"Me? I could never break anyone's heart."

I laughed, but I knew what I was thinking. You could break my heart, and not even know it happened.We sat there in silence, it was moments like these that I felt turly grateful that I could work for Gregory. He spiced up my life, but it was easy going at the sametime.

"Greg, we're ready."

I turned to see a girl with red hair with a clip board in hand smiling at him. I could tell by the sparkles in her eyes, that she was already in love with him. I smiled softly.He makes girls fall in love with him all the time, and he just doesn't realize how precious he is.

I didn't look the girl in the eyes, after that because I didn't want her to think that I wanted him the sameway she did. It was a balance that I was in this for, to be close to him and have his friendship was everything. I could not have anything else, anything more would drive him away and break my heart.

I kept myself busy for the rest of the day, trying not to think about him in that way. I would catch myself watching him in the water as he took pictures. No one could do modeling like him, he was way too good. He stared into the camera like there was nothing else in the world. The sun shined behind him, making his poses more striking and I had to turn away as I got his next set of clothes.