Pure
Meeting Markus
Dear Kendall, (imagine this with Liam’s poor spelling and grammar but I can’t do that to my eyes)
Hey babe! How’s NY treating you? Is it pathetic that I’m already missing you and it’s only been a day? You need to visit as soon as possible.
To cope, I got a new tattoo (imagine it on the inside of his wrist and smaller)! What do you think, sweetheart?
Luckily, Danielle hasn’t shown up yet, so we’re all fucking around in the practice area which we are deeming “The Stage”. But the other dancers are here, and Harry is TOTALLY fancying one of the dancers. You know, that Carys one who does the stuff with the Dancers Among Us guy? Yeah they’re totally eye-fucking but they’re not saying anything. It’s annoying as hell.
WHOP Harry just "casually" took off his shirt. Show-off. Maybe I should get the lads to take off all of ours, haha.
Oh, and don’t worry about Pebbles. Pez and El are sitting off to the sides taking great care of her.
I miss you, K. Write back, soon.
Love,
Liam Goddamn Payne
I shake my head, smiling, at his email. He’s such an idiot, but he’s my idiot. So it’s all good. Stopping in front of the front door to the apartment complex all of the artists are staying at, I send him my reply.
I open the door to find a girl with bright-blue hair talking to the receptionist. “I’m sorry but are you sure that my roommate isn’t here yet? It’s imperative I talk to her. Kendall Riverden.”
I raise my hand through my two suitcases (one for my clothes, the other for my art stuff). “I’m Kendall Riverden. Sorry, my flight kept getting delayed.”
“Hello!” She said, then barreled into me with a hug. “I’m Keys Olsen. Well, technically I’m Katelyn Eustace Yates-Olsen but that doesn’t really have any flair so I decided to go by Keys.”
I grin. I love this girl. “I like it. I’m Kendall.”
“Well, you’re my roommate. I wanted to talk to you about your pieces before the exhibit opens up, but we can go to the room so you can see it and put your bags away.”
“Holy shit.” I say, mentally blaming Liam and his constant swearing, when she opens the door. It’s just one room, but this one room has a decked out two beds, kitchen, living room, and out-of-the-way bathroom.
“I know, right? It’s the bomb dot com.” At my amused look, she backtracks. “I say a lot of things ironically.”
“Don’t worry, I’m enjoying this.”
“Well, good. Now come on! I want to hear about your work!”
Grabbing our keys, we walk the two blocks over to the Travis Dupree Gallery (I have never actually seen Travis’s face. Hmm.)
All 10 of us artists are in an exhibit called “Past-Trauma”. We’ve all apparently overcome something horrible and channeled our pain and suffering through our art.
In my art, I take the boys’ old beer bottles and the girls’ old wine bottles and then smash them into pieces. Then I strategically glue the shards to parts of the canvas. But, as a base for the canvas, I use a lot of black and white, or another color, then grey to signify the whole in between of not drinking anymore but still being an addict, because you’re just recovering. You never really stop the urges.
Talking with Keys is the best because she gets it. She’s 22 and when she was at her art school (from age 14-20), she struggled with a shopping addiction because her parents were going through the messiest divorce ever with them both cheating on each other and throwing threats and violent, knock-em-out fights. But they're both really famous in the stock world so her problems were broadcasted everywhere and she took it out on their credits cards then sent her to Shopaholics Anonymous.
While we walk around, we hear a voice yell, “Hey! What are you doing here?”
A cute guy with black hair, tanned skin, and brown eyes runs up to us.
“What’s up?” I whisper to Keys.
She seethes under her breath. “Yeah… we’re not technically supposed to be here… It’s still getting set up.”
“Dammit.” I groan.
“What are you doing here?” The guy repeats, grabbing at his walkie-talkie as he finally steps in front of us.
“Sorry, I’m Keys Olsen. This is Kendall Riverden. We’re both in the exhibit.” She takes her ID that I just noticed she had from around her neck and flashes it at him. “Sorry, I really just wanted to see her pieces and I’m an impatient mofo.” Keys shrugs.
“Oh, you’re Keys and Kendall? Nice to meet you, I’m Markus Dupree.” He puts the talkie away and shakes our hands. “Sorry about that, there’s huge buzz around the exhibit because one of the guys from a boyband’s girlfriend is in it so we have to be careful for people leaking it.”
“That would be me.” I raise my hand. “I mean, the girlfriend dating a guy from a boyband.”
“Oh.” Markus winces, chuckling self-deprecatingly. “Sorry, I hope that didn’t sound rude, it’s just a bit of an inconvenience because we need more security and I’m in charge of it and it’s stressful.”
“It’s fine, trust me, I know how it can be stressful.” Then Markus and I laugh. Then his phone dings and he checks it.
“Well you guys have an interview tomorrow morning. Actually, you two specifically because you’re roommates. Be ready by 9:30 and we’ll get you there with enough time to prepare.”
“Awesome sauce.” Keys says. “Thank you, sorry for the confusion.” When Markus leaves, she snorts. “Doesn’t he look like one of those preppy people that you hate in high school?”
“What do you mean? I thought he was nice.” I shrug.
“Because he was flirting with you, dumbass.” Keys shrugs.
“Well he shouldn’t be. I have a boyfriend.”
“Trust me, sweetie, it doesn’t stop them. Hell, I’m harboring a two-year-long celeb crush on Niall Horan and people still ask me on dates.”
“That isn’t alike at all. Are you just trying to get him into a conversation so I can set you up with him?”
Keys winks at me. “Maybe. Now come on, we should probably head to bed. You’re going to be hit with major jet lag tomorrow.”
“Ugh…” I let her drag me back to the apartment.
Even though it’s 1 in the morning, I can’t sleep. Which sucks. I’m just staring at Liam’s face on my phone background. Even though he’s covered in tattoos (he eventually stopped wearing the eyeliner and eyebrow piercing), he probably looks the most innocent I’ve ever seen him in this photo. He’s wearing swim trunks in our huge bath tub, which is filled to the brim with bubbles. And he has Pebbles with him and he’s giving her a bath.
While she loves me the most (duh), she only likes it when Liam gives her the bath. He has physically get in the bath with her, get it filled with bubbles, and rub her all squeaky clean. It’s the most adorable thing ever.
And he doesn’t want anyone to know he has to do this so I had to take the picture candidly, which makes it even better.
Suddenly my phone buzzes in my fingers. “Love you, KK xxxxx Liam”
Smiling broadly in the dark, I text back, “Love you too Li”.
Hey babe! How’s NY treating you? Is it pathetic that I’m already missing you and it’s only been a day? You need to visit as soon as possible.
To cope, I got a new tattoo (imagine it on the inside of his wrist and smaller)! What do you think, sweetheart?
Luckily, Danielle hasn’t shown up yet, so we’re all fucking around in the practice area which we are deeming “The Stage”. But the other dancers are here, and Harry is TOTALLY fancying one of the dancers. You know, that Carys one who does the stuff with the Dancers Among Us guy? Yeah they’re totally eye-fucking but they’re not saying anything. It’s annoying as hell.
WHOP Harry just "casually" took off his shirt. Show-off. Maybe I should get the lads to take off all of ours, haha.
Oh, and don’t worry about Pebbles. Pez and El are sitting off to the sides taking great care of her.
I miss you, K. Write back, soon.
Love,
Liam Goddamn Payne
I shake my head, smiling, at his email. He’s such an idiot, but he’s my idiot. So it’s all good. Stopping in front of the front door to the apartment complex all of the artists are staying at, I send him my reply.
I open the door to find a girl with bright-blue hair talking to the receptionist. “I’m sorry but are you sure that my roommate isn’t here yet? It’s imperative I talk to her. Kendall Riverden.”
I raise my hand through my two suitcases (one for my clothes, the other for my art stuff). “I’m Kendall Riverden. Sorry, my flight kept getting delayed.”
“Hello!” She said, then barreled into me with a hug. “I’m Keys Olsen. Well, technically I’m Katelyn Eustace Yates-Olsen but that doesn’t really have any flair so I decided to go by Keys.”
I grin. I love this girl. “I like it. I’m Kendall.”
“Well, you’re my roommate. I wanted to talk to you about your pieces before the exhibit opens up, but we can go to the room so you can see it and put your bags away.”
“Holy shit.” I say, mentally blaming Liam and his constant swearing, when she opens the door. It’s just one room, but this one room has a decked out two beds, kitchen, living room, and out-of-the-way bathroom.
“I know, right? It’s the bomb dot com.” At my amused look, she backtracks. “I say a lot of things ironically.”
“Don’t worry, I’m enjoying this.”
“Well, good. Now come on! I want to hear about your work!”
Grabbing our keys, we walk the two blocks over to the Travis Dupree Gallery (I have never actually seen Travis’s face. Hmm.)
All 10 of us artists are in an exhibit called “Past-Trauma”. We’ve all apparently overcome something horrible and channeled our pain and suffering through our art.
In my art, I take the boys’ old beer bottles and the girls’ old wine bottles and then smash them into pieces. Then I strategically glue the shards to parts of the canvas. But, as a base for the canvas, I use a lot of black and white, or another color, then grey to signify the whole in between of not drinking anymore but still being an addict, because you’re just recovering. You never really stop the urges.
Talking with Keys is the best because she gets it. She’s 22 and when she was at her art school (from age 14-20), she struggled with a shopping addiction because her parents were going through the messiest divorce ever with them both cheating on each other and throwing threats and violent, knock-em-out fights. But they're both really famous in the stock world so her problems were broadcasted everywhere and she took it out on their credits cards then sent her to Shopaholics Anonymous.
While we walk around, we hear a voice yell, “Hey! What are you doing here?”
A cute guy with black hair, tanned skin, and brown eyes runs up to us.
“What’s up?” I whisper to Keys.
She seethes under her breath. “Yeah… we’re not technically supposed to be here… It’s still getting set up.”
“Dammit.” I groan.
“What are you doing here?” The guy repeats, grabbing at his walkie-talkie as he finally steps in front of us.
“Sorry, I’m Keys Olsen. This is Kendall Riverden. We’re both in the exhibit.” She takes her ID that I just noticed she had from around her neck and flashes it at him. “Sorry, I really just wanted to see her pieces and I’m an impatient mofo.” Keys shrugs.
“Oh, you’re Keys and Kendall? Nice to meet you, I’m Markus Dupree.” He puts the talkie away and shakes our hands. “Sorry about that, there’s huge buzz around the exhibit because one of the guys from a boyband’s girlfriend is in it so we have to be careful for people leaking it.”
“That would be me.” I raise my hand. “I mean, the girlfriend dating a guy from a boyband.”
“Oh.” Markus winces, chuckling self-deprecatingly. “Sorry, I hope that didn’t sound rude, it’s just a bit of an inconvenience because we need more security and I’m in charge of it and it’s stressful.”
“It’s fine, trust me, I know how it can be stressful.” Then Markus and I laugh. Then his phone dings and he checks it.
“Well you guys have an interview tomorrow morning. Actually, you two specifically because you’re roommates. Be ready by 9:30 and we’ll get you there with enough time to prepare.”
“Awesome sauce.” Keys says. “Thank you, sorry for the confusion.” When Markus leaves, she snorts. “Doesn’t he look like one of those preppy people that you hate in high school?”
“What do you mean? I thought he was nice.” I shrug.
“Because he was flirting with you, dumbass.” Keys shrugs.
“Well he shouldn’t be. I have a boyfriend.”
“Trust me, sweetie, it doesn’t stop them. Hell, I’m harboring a two-year-long celeb crush on Niall Horan and people still ask me on dates.”
“That isn’t alike at all. Are you just trying to get him into a conversation so I can set you up with him?”
Keys winks at me. “Maybe. Now come on, we should probably head to bed. You’re going to be hit with major jet lag tomorrow.”
“Ugh…” I let her drag me back to the apartment.
Even though it’s 1 in the morning, I can’t sleep. Which sucks. I’m just staring at Liam’s face on my phone background. Even though he’s covered in tattoos (he eventually stopped wearing the eyeliner and eyebrow piercing), he probably looks the most innocent I’ve ever seen him in this photo. He’s wearing swim trunks in our huge bath tub, which is filled to the brim with bubbles. And he has Pebbles with him and he’s giving her a bath.
While she loves me the most (duh), she only likes it when Liam gives her the bath. He has physically get in the bath with her, get it filled with bubbles, and rub her all squeaky clean. It’s the most adorable thing ever.
And he doesn’t want anyone to know he has to do this so I had to take the picture candidly, which makes it even better.
Suddenly my phone buzzes in my fingers. “Love you, KK xxxxx Liam”
Smiling broadly in the dark, I text back, “Love you too Li”.
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3/28/14