Post by JAYLA ANIKA HERRERA on Jun 25, 2013 17:55:03 GMT -8
the reason I hold on....
Lavender filled the steamy air and the condensation from her lava hot shower fogged the mirror, clouds billowed out after Jayla as she stepped onto the fluffy white mat. Her cheapo little stereo blasted and she couldn't help move her hips with the music as she flicked the towel waiting for her on the towel rack to around her waist. She ran a hand through her dark hair wringing the ends, her body sort of still swaying with the tune as she swiped at the little mirror above her sink. The counter was cluttered with products and accessories. A flat iron, a blow dryer, curling iron, curlers, clips, brushes, combs, picks, bows and a variety of gooey products.
She plucked up a large banana shaped metal clip to pin her hair messily on top of her head before swiping a hand over the glass just enough to see herself. Jayla didn't need much just to get dressed and she stepped into the boy cut bottoms and a matching satiny top. She was so small, with hardly any body fat that a bra wasn't always necessary. Sadly enough. She would have gladly put on five or ten pounds if she could just to get a respectable bust size. Unfortunately her genes had cursed her to be petite - like her mother she possessed a slim figure, although...her booty was pretty nice, she thought with a grin to herself as she turned to the side and stood on tiptoes to get a glimpse.
Done with the vanity she released the clip only to drop it back in its original cluttered place and moved herself out into the bedroom. Nearly as small as the bathroom - which was an exaggeration of course. It was just a whole in a wall in the place it was her own and she loved it. It had all of her personal touches everywhere and it was comfortable. Not in a bad neighborhood so it wasn't noisy or busy. The only intruder she had was the sun coming in through the nearly floor to ceiling window in her room and with the window, it was filtered by the thin gauzy curtains she had put up, the wind picking them up to flutter.
With an uninhibited leap in the air she flopped down on her bed, bouncing with a wide grin on her face but disappointed when she really didn't bounce as high as she would have liked. Rolling to her stomach her arm stretched over the full sized mattress to the night stand and grabbed the lotion and dumped a generous amount in her hands to slather it on her long legs that stuck straight up in the air. She had a shoot later on at the pier so she got to skip the make up and hassle of doing her hair. Jayla loved being a model...as shallow as it sounded, but she adored the fact that she got pampered, and dressed up...then people took pictures of her. She had covered everything from hipster fashion, to scene chick and even recruited to be a suicide girl.
Normally she was quiet and reserved only showing her goofy side to those she was really close with. She was professional and polite at the parties she went to, but she never drank...or just went hog wild at the clubs. If anything she would much rather be at home watching T.V. or a good movie. But most times it was like this, quiet...and her by herself relaxing as she waited to hear from her boyfriend...Ace. The man had a voice that could melt her and a smile that did bad things to her insides. And he knew it.
It was pathetic really. But she did it. She hadn't come all the way out to Los Angeles for him but she had found him out here, and her life seem to gravitate more towards him then her original goals. Her friends had told her to drop him that he was no good, but they didn't know what it was like with him when they were alone. The way they laughed and talked...the way he looked at her, touched her and made her feel the center of his world - when they were together, that is. It was hard not to believe every single thing he told her...sometimes it was to good to be true and she tried not to wait for the other shoe to drop.
On her back with her wet locks splayed around her head she hand one leg slung over the other while it was bent and her swaying foot stilled as the thoughts plagued her. Music still drifted over to her from the bathroom and she supposed she should really get up to turn off, but it cut through the silence. The songs changing from one song to another with a commercial break in between from the DJ. It made her not feel as alone as she actually was. Turning to her side she grabbed her phone...pushing the unlock button and swiping the screen to see that nope no messages were waiting on her. The corner of her mouth folded in and her cheek quivered slightly before she blew out a breath and resigned to lay back on her back, one arm going over her eyes.
She wanted just a little more sometimes. Maybe a hey was just thinking of you beautiful, hope you have a good shoot or an unexpected call cause he missed her voice. But those moments were to far and in between. It was Jayla that constantly stroking his ego, making sure she knew when all his gigs were and was there - being his biggest fan. She liked supporting him in his dream though. She liked knowing that it was her that soothed him when he was irritated and held her when he needed to be with someone. There was just something...missing, a big gap she couldn't cover on her own and was desperately trying to anyways. But things weren't so bad, she constantly told herself and him that as long as he was happy she was happy. And she truly believed she was....
....is I need this hole gone
.Stay - Rihanna