"Mom do I have to go with Jamia? Why can't I go with you and dad?" I asked not wanting to leave the house in the first place.

"Frank were going to a wedding and kids weren't invited." She told me fixing her makeup in the hallway mirror. "Just go with Jamia to work it won't kill you."

"But watching someone take pictures of her over and over again gets boringggggggg." I groaned.

"You are probably the only teenage boy who would turn down going to a modeling agency."

"One it's for Jamia and two it's no like anyone else is ever there to look at." I reasoned.

My mom shook her head and kissed me on the cheek. "Bye frank we'll be home later, and don't cause to much trouble for Jamia." She said

"wait does that mean-"

"yes, you're going to work with Jamia. Bye love you." She waved then shut door.

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I felt like I was going to go blind from all the flashes of light. There was seriously only two weeks until school starts and I was watching people take pictures of my sister.

Im not going to lie Jamia's pretty. Basically drop dead gorgeous, and I love her but were seven years apart. I'm fifteen and she's twenty two so were just already different because of age and it's almost like I'm an only child.

She lives at home because she's still going to school for nursing but modeling is her life bedsides school. She models for almost everything but it's never trashy or slutty. Jamia has refused to do shoots for any amount of money naked or in skimpy clothes or bathing suits because she's says the pictures normally end up where they shouldn't be.

"Come on like this!" I heard someone yell breaking my thoughts.

I stood up and went to investigate. I saw another shoot going on with a mad photographer and by far the thinnest boy I had ever seen.

He was tall-ish with long black hair and dark eyes. He was shirtless in jeans with some logo behind him and the photographer was yelling at him to pose better.

The boy didn't say anything and just did what he was told. After a few more shots the photographer stopped and looked at the boy. "Come on Gerard, this brand is big just take a decent photo! Don't you care at all?!"

The boy, Gerard just shrugged

"people would kill to look like you and have your body. Just give me one good photo of you smiling hands in the jeans pockets and were done."

the boy shifted around and put his hands in the pockets and then smiled.

Damn.

I have never ever seen a smile like that. He was gorgeous, for a boy.

"Thank you gerard!" The photographer announced "alright ill see you tomorrow for another shoot." The man said.

Gerard left his spot and threw on a shirt laying on the ground. he looked my age and he was coming towards me so I decided to talk to him because hey if I'm here for Jamia I might as well make a friend.

"Hey Gerard right?" I asked.

"Who are you?"

"Well I'm frank, fifteen and my sister-"

"awesome." He said with no emotion before walking away towards the door.

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"Hey Jamia?"

"huh?" She asked as we drove home.

"Do you know most of the other models?" I asked hopefully.

"Ugh yeah most why?" She responded.

"do you know Gerard?"

"How do you know Gerard?" She asked me.

" I saw him when I was walking around." I mumbled.

"Oh. Yea I know him. Poor kids anorexic." She sighed "but he doesn't normally talk at all to anyone. How'd you get his name?"

"I heard the photographer....how come he doesn't talk?"

"Your asking the wrong person. Everyone I know who's worked with him says he stays absolutely silent unless he has to talk for something important. Probably doesn't talk because he's messed up." she said

"messed up?"

"Frankie the kids got an eating disorder didn't you see him? His mind must be completely fucked. He's a good looking boy destroying his body from the inside out. He probably doesn't talk cause he doesn't want to people to find out about his problems even though they're obvious."

Jamia remained quiet for for a little while until she glanced at me and saw my confused face.

"Frank you really need glasses. They're obvious problems, the eating disorder and scars."

"Scars?!" I asked almost jumping.

"You can't see many anymore but he used to have a lot and oh god he did a bathing suit commercial once and had to a handstand like he was having fun at the beach and his suit slid up and his thighs were torn to shreds. Everyone saw but he acted like he didn't notice and just stayed silent like normal."

"Do-do you think he'd talk to me if I tried?"

"Only one way to find out." She smiled before hopping out of the car now that we were home."

I decided in the car right there that I was going to find out.

Notes

First chapter it'll get better I've got this all planned ;)

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