It's Not a Fashion Statement

I, Gerard way, am founder of way clothing Co. It's one of the biggest brands in the whole country. A few weeks ago, my top model left on a maternity leave, and I doubt she’ll ever be back. I need the fittest, most in shape models. I’ve had thousands of entries so far, but none are quite right. I don’t know if i'll ever find my perfect model.

This clothes line is dark, and sexy. I need someone who can fit into both the categories. It sounds so fucking simple, with people handing in forms every day, you’d have thought I’d have found a model by now. But no, of fucking course I haven’t, and I need at least five different shots by the end of the week. And it's already Wednesday.

“For god sake Andrew, this better be a good one. Send her in,“
I sit at my desk and take a sip of water. God, I can't deal with all this stress, my head is fucking pounding. I cross my legs over and rest them on a stool, slouching my back a bit against my black leather chair. Behind me there’s a huge window that you can see for miles from. My building is 20 stories high, and this room is near the top, so it’s pretty amazing. You can see the lights twinkling, busy people hustling and bustling in the streets, the tall scrapers and parks that make this city significant. I do love New York.

The doors swing open, and the spotlights shine down on the runway in front of me. If I’m going to find the model I want, I’m going to have to witness and decide for myself. I pull my sunglasses down and take a good look at the candidate. I have to say, she is simply gorgeous. She is tall, and has a very toned physique, not too slim. She has big leg muscles and curves, very vivid cheekbones and collar bones. Her breasts and bum aren’t too big, nor too small. She has long brown hair, and tanned skin.

Even though I’m desperate for someone to work this project, I feel like she’d work better with a more summery line I’m going to release soon. She looks good, but not quite how I picture this line working out.

I tell her my conclusion, and she is very grateful for giving her a place in my other line, which I told her I’d give her a call on when needed. I wave goodbye and wait until she is out of the door, and break down in my seat. Fucking hell. Why is this so hard.

“ANDREW? WHO ELSE DO WE HAVE LEFT?” I shout from my desk. Well, actually, i'm on the floor now, after my complete mind meltage. I act all professional, strict and classy around people, but anyone who really knows me, knows that I’m actually quite soft. I lie on the floor for a small while longer, my sunglasses slowly slipping off my head, until Andy enters looking for me.

“I’m down here Andy-“ he peers over my desk and gives me a sympathetic sigh, holding his hand out to help me get up. I love Andy, he’s always here to help me, he brings me coffee every morning, and is the most loyal person I know. I offer to pay him double because I love him so much, but he always declines it, saying he’d work here for free if he had too. Andy is just a fucking babe.

I brush myself off and give him a slight smile, thanking him.
“You’ll find someone gee, I know you will. You just need to give it time.”
“What time? I have four days left Andy!” I put my head in my hands and massage my temples with my fingers.
“You can always do it gee,”
I look up at him through my shiny eyes and smile at him again.
“You're amazing Andy, what would I do without you, oh god-“

Tess, one of my other handy helpers, knocks on the door to notify us that we can have a break because there aren’t any more models for a while. I take this as a chance for a cigarette on the roof, whilst Andy tells me he needs to head out for something. I tell him he can, and give him a time to try returning to the studio by. The only person who works here that I’m actually myself around is Andy. Anyone else I’d have said they can wait until their shift finishes, and if they weren’t back dead on the time given, I would not be happy, to say the least.

I finish my break and sit at my desk, leaning my head back on the headrest of my chair. I probably have around 20 minutes left free, but I can’t be bothered to do anything else. To my surprise, Andy walks in. How the fuck did he get what he needed in that 10 minute time gap? I’m surprised he even made it out the building by then.

“What are you doing back so early?” I ask him, curious. He comes close up to my desk and sits in the spare office seat next to me. This looks important. I take my feet down from the stool under the desk and lean forward, resting on my elbows.

“I think I have found a model-“
“I’m listening,”

“You might not agree, but, I was on my way to pick a package up I had to nip out for, and I came across a boy outside. I know what your thinking, a boy? But honestly, from what you’ve told me, I can really see this working out-“
“Bring him in,“

Honestly, I wouldn’t have excepted to see him, but Andy is always right. And I trust Andy a lot.

A small boy walks into the room, looking pretty shy and with a black hood over his head. I start to question Andy, until the boy is told to take his hood down.

And Jesus fuck, is he perfect.

His face, oh my god. Words can't even begin to explain the sheer beauty he holds. He has big eyelids and huge eyes, with bright captivating, hazel pupils. He has prominent cheekbones with a jawline so sharp, it could slice paper.
His skin is so soft, I can tell by just looking at it. His eyebrows are arched and shaped, pristine, and his untouched lips are plump and pink. He has a little nose that suits his face, with a silver hoop in, shimmering in the runway lights.

His hair looks luscious and shiny, falling perfectly into a side fridge. He has black earrings in and a black scorpion tattoo on his neck, which makes him even more perfect for this shoot. After seeing this kid, I can't even imagine any of the other candidates coming anywhere close. I couldn’t even picture this boy in my head. That's how perfect he is.

He looks shy though, really shy. He looks as if he’s scared to be here. He is scared to be here, he’s shaking for Christ’s sake. I have to be nice.

I smile at him warmly, as he edges his way close to me. I tell my staff to turn the runway light off and leave us two here, thanking Andy. Once its only the two of us left in the room, I tell him to sit down where Andy was previously sat.

“Are you cold Hun? Here, would you like a coffee? Take this blanket-“ he nods and smiles back fondly, wrapping himself up and cupping his hands around the mug. Poor boy.

“My name is Gerard. Gerard Way. If you didn’t know, I’m the creator of the way clothing Co, New York,” I hold my hand out, and he shyly shakes it. I’m going to act professional, but also kind. The last thing I want to do is upset him, he seems pretty vulnerable.

“I know-“

“And I was wondering, would you be interested in modelling for my latest line?”

He seems so surprised by this, perking up and nearly choking on his coffee.

“Are you sure I’m the best person?...” he stutters, pink in the face. He needs more confidence.

“Okay, well, let's start with me getting to know you. Tell me a bit about yourself,”

“My name is Frank Iero, I’m sixteen. Erm… I’ve never even considered being a model because I’m not quite the best looking person I can assure you so-“

I stop him right there. Is he fucking blind, oh my lord.

“It's okay if you don’t want to, I understand modelling isn’t for everyone. But I honestly believe you have what it takes. Would you be willing to help me? I promise the pay is good, and you won't have to work long hours. This is an opportunity I don’t just give out to everyone.”

He thinks about it for a minute. I understand he’s shy, but what I don’t get is why he’s holding back this much. He bites his lip a bit, his vision focussed on the ground.

“Why are you so shy Frankie?”
He stays silent for a bit longer before starting to stutter.


“I…I’m homeless-“

Notes

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