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Paparazzi Love (1/?)
Author: carly-r-arnold
Pairings: Mavin
Rating: Eh. It's not too bad. Fluff and maybe some stuff later
Word Count: 1053 words, but the other parts will probably be a bit longer
A/N: So, this is my first mavin fic. I've had this idea for a while and I have about nine chapters done already but i haven't gotten around to actually uploading them yet. But here I am. Enjoy.
Summary: Michael Jones works as a photographer for a popular magazine and has to go follow around the new up and coming model, Gavin Free.
Part: (1)
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“Michael, I have a new assignment for you,” Geoff said when Michael entered his office.
“What do you need, boss man?” he asked, expecting something simple that he could blow off, like ‘go to the beach and watch for celebs’.
“I need you to get some photos of that new model kid. What’s his name? Grabbin Freeze? Weird name, if you ask me,” he said. Michael let out a defeated sigh. He knew this was going to come up eventually.
“It’s Gavin Free. Can’t you make one of the new employees do it? How about Blaine? He’s pretty good and he’d fit right in with the models,” Michael suggested. Geoff shook his head.
“Naw. I want you to do it. You’re our best photographer.” Michael groaned. “You’re doing it, okay? Now quite whining and get to work, asshole,” Geoff said, gently pushing Michael out of his office. Michael sighed, walking over to his desk and grabbing his camera. He didn’t particularly like the paparazzi business, but it paid good money. Grumbling to himself, he made his way out the door and to his car. Still grumbling he began to drive away when he realized he had no idea where he was suppose to go. Pulling back into the parking lot, his grumbling intensified. He slammed his door and stormed back inside. He pushed open Geoff’s door with a little more force than necessary and glared at Geoff’s smirk.
“Where the hell am I going?” Michael fumed. Geoff chuckled.
“That was fast. How far did you get this time?” he asked.
“The end of the block. Now where the fuck am I going, asshole?” Michael said, getting irritated. Geoff laughed loudly, throwing his head back. Michael began grumbling again. By the time Geoff’s high pitched, wheezing laugh finally quieted down and he was wiping his eyes, Michael was seriously angry.
“Okay. Okay. There’s a thing downtown in the old hotel. That’s where you need to go,” Geoff said.
“Wait. The old hotel that hasn’t been used in about forever and is probably not safe at all? Most likely haunted? That hotel?” Michael said, going a bit pale. As a kid, he had heard stories about people who had died in that hotel. They were not nice stories either. There was one about a man who threw his wife and kid off of the forth floor balcony. Or the one where the owner of the hotel chained a woman to one of the radiators on the first floor and wouldn’t let her leave because he was in love with her.
“That’s the one. Hop to it, buddy,” Geoff said, smirking at Michael’s pale face. Michael sighed and trudged off back towards his car. He got in and drove downtown to the creepy hotel. When he pulled into the parking lot, he saw a lot of cars and equipment but that didn’t make the place seem any less haunted. The building was huge. At least twelve floors of rooms and probably about twenty-five rooms per floor. There were also floors for the dining hall and the entertainment hall. It seemed like an easy place to get lost in and super easy to haunt. As he approached the door, he saw a burly man with a long beard. He flashed his badge and the man nodded for him to enter. One good thing about working for a major magazine and publishing company was people didn’t question why you were there. It was obvious why you were there and they probably didn’t want you to be but they weren’t going to argue. Michael took one step into the lobby and immediately got chills. He turned back to the man with the beard.
“Hey, I’m Michael,” he introduced himself, trying to waste time.
“Nice you meet you Michael. I’m Jack,” he said with a comforting smile that practically screamed ‘I-swear-I’m-nice’.
“So what’s going on here? Why are they doing this in such a creepy-ass place?” Michael asked, looking around for anyone that looked like a Gavin Free.
“Shouldn’t you know this? You do work for the magazine. Isn’t that your job?” Jack said.
“Yeah, well, I try to ignore this stuff if I can,” Michael replied.
“They’re doing a photo shoot with a horror theme. Each of the models is suppose to be one of the ghosts that haunt the hotel. The whole thing just seems kind of grim to me,” Jack explained. Michael nodded.
“So which one is Gavin Free?” he asked. Jack chuckled.
“Aww man. You have to follow that guy around? I’m so sorry,” Jack said with a shake of his head.
“Why’s that?” Michael asked suspiciously.
“You’ll see. That’s him over there. Good luck,” Jack said, patting him on the back. Michael’s eyes followed where Jack had pointed to a tall guy with stupid hair and a dumb grin on his face.
“Great…” Michael mumbled to himself, stomping over. Gavin saw him coming and shooed off the people he had been talking to. By the time Michael got to him, they were alone.
“Hi! I’m Gavin. What’s your name?” he asked the short, curly auburn haired man in front of him.
“For fuck’s sake. He’s British,” the man grumbled before storming off in the other direction. Gavin watched him go with confused amusement. His eyes scanned over his body until they came to rest on a camera slung over his shoulder.
“Ahh…he’s the pap,” Gavin said, nodding his head. He walked over to the big guy at the door.
“Hi. Do you know who that was?” he asked, pointing over to the man who was now examining the ceiling through his camera.
“That’s Michael. He works for Achievement Magazine. He’s suppose to be taking pictures of you but I guess he finds the architecture more interesting,” Jack teased the young British boy.
“Hey!” Gavin said in mock offense. “He’s supposed to be taking photos of me? Why?” he asked. Jack rolled his eyes.
“Because you’re Gavin Free. The new face on the scene. There are a lot of people who want to talk to you. Your manager must have liked Achievement Magazine or else he wouldn’t have let this kid in here. Who is your manager anyway?” Jack asked.
“His name is Geoff Ramsey,” Gavin said.
“Is that so?” Jack asked, looking over to Michael.
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