"Sis! Wake up!"

"Five more minutes..." She groggily said and hugged her human-sized Stitch stuff toy.

"Sis! It's Saturday!" Harley shouted and started shaking her.

Ugh, precisely. I need more sleep. She thought as she ignored Harley.

She slept late– way too late. She slept already five in the morning because she was too focus doing experiments inside her laboratory.

Yes, she had her own laboratory in their house. It was on the basement but the only way to it was the door in her room.

"Sis! Did you forget what you have to do today?" Harley said while continuously bugging her supposed to be twelve hours of sleep.

I don't remember any. I just want to sleep.

"Sis! Come on! It's already quarter to nine! You'll be late!"

Nine...

Her eyes shot opened and got up on her bed when she heard that time.

Holy molly! I'm doomed! How can I forget that?

She quickly grabbed her towel and ran to the bathroom, "Wait me downstairs Harls. After this, you owe me a dozen of cute pens and a caramel macchiato!"

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Gusion crossed his arms as he sat impatiently on a chair. Claude was as usual– busy talking to women.

Lancelot was pacing back and forth while trying to call the model who was already thirty minutes late.

He crossed his arms and tapped his fingers on his arms. Thirty minutes was already wasted.

"Hello? Where are you?– You're already thirty minutes late–" Lancelot palmed his face, "Good. Hurry up."

"Isn't she a professional? It's been thirty minutes." Gusion asked while frowning.

Lancelot shook his head, "Yeah, she isn't. She kind of forgot we have photoshoot today."

"Wait, you hired a model that isn't a professional?" Gusion asked.

Lancelot laughed, "She isn't a model actually."

That got Gusion confused, "Wait– what?"

"But she will be perfect for the theme of my magazine."

Gusion was left in confusion. Lancelot was also a perfectionist so if this model for this day wasn't really a model, that could be a disaster.

He sighed. I just hope she will cooperate well and maybe, this will turn out okay.

The magazine's theme was dangerous woman. He looked at the clothes, there were tailcoats, dresses– he even saw a rifle and an umbrella.

"Might as well as think of the model's poses." He sighed.

He was busy scanning the picture on his camera when the door went open.

"Sorry I'm late!"

Gusion's ears perked up when he heard that voice and looked at the newcomer.

He quickly stood and went near her with his widen eyes.

"Lesley?" He said in astonishment.

Lesley's eyes widened as well, "Gusion!"

"Wait– you are the model?"

Lesley smiled awkwardly and scratched her cheek using her forefinger. "Yes, unfortunately."

"Lesley! Finally, you're here." Lancelot said, "This is Gusion, he will be your photographer today."

"Ah, yes. I know him. We're friends." Lesley said.

"Oh." Lancelot reacted, "Now hurry up, we are already late."

Lesley gave him an apologetic smile before she went to where the make up artist was.

She haven't answer my question if she wanted to be my muse but now–

He shook his head lightly. Maybe Lesley has her reasons.

"Bud, Lesley is the model?" Claude asked when he went near him. He was done flirting with the models.

He nodded while setting up his camera.

"And she is not still accepting your offer." Claude added.

Gusion sighed, "I know. Maybe she has her reasons why she is the model for this magazine."

"Lesley's ready! Let's start!" Lancelot announced.

He turned around, only to see Lesley wearing a blue tail coat, with white polo underneath, a black tie, black leather pants, brown boots– she was even wearing an eyepatch but it didn't made her less beautiful.

He gaped while looking at her. Good, the clothes aren't showing so much of her skin but still her curves–

Gusion immediately shook his head continuously, mentally smacking his head for thinking like that.

Lesley went on the platform, in front of the lights and his camera. It was obvious that she was nervous that made Gusion chuckled.

"Relax Lessie. I can see your nervousness here. The magazine is all about dangerous woman. Can you give me your intimidating look?" He gently told her.

Lesley grimaced, "Do you think I'm an intimidating person?"

"At first, yes." Gusion smiled, "Remember our first meeting? You looked like you were about to punch me in the face."

Lesley chuckled.

"Just relax okay? You got this Ley. You're a sniper here, think of sniping the person you hate the most."

Lesley whipped her hair a little and held her rifle with her intimidating look. Gusion immediately took a photo of it. Perfect. She's a natural.

"Continue moving Les, I got you." Gusion said while still holding his camera, taking photos nonstop.

Lesley did different poses continuously until Lancelot cut them because she needed to change clothes.

Gusion smiled while scanning the photos.

"Damn, Gusion. She's a natural." Claude commented while also scanning his camera.

He glared at him, giving him a fuck-off look.

Claude laughed and raised both of his hands. "Dude chill! I know she's yours!"

Lesley came out in a red tail coat and white leather pants. She was also now wearing a large hat.

She continued to pose in front of them. Her last pose was bowing her head a little, hiding her face from the camera except for her lips which was smirking.

Shit, that was hella good pose. Gusion thought.

"Let's take a break for thirty minutes." Lance said, "Lesley, anything you want in particular?"

Caramel macchiato and oreo cheesecake. Gusion thought.

"Caramel macchiato and oreo cheesecake would do. Thank you." Lesley answered while removing her hat.

Gusion smiled upon hearing Lesley's answer.

"Smoothie for you Claude right? Cappucino for Gusion. And different flavors of cheesecakes. Add some breads too." Lance continued while speaking on his phone.

Lesley flopped on the couch beside him while letting out a deep sigh. He could see that she was already tired with the photoshoot.

He handed her some water that she galdly accepted. "Tired?"

Lesley nodded, "To think that I'm not used to this."

"But you're so good to think that you are not a professional model. You are better than some professional ones." Gusion commented while brushing some strands of her hair away from her face.

"Am I?" Lesley asked with amusement.

He nodded, "Anyway, how did you become Lance's model for this magazine?"

Lesley grimaced, "Actually, Harley did some scratches on Lancelot's car last week. I was actually about to pay him to fix it but then he told me– more like he begged me to be the model for his magazine. If not, he would let Harley clean his unit for a month." She chuckled, "To think that Harley doesn't know anything about cleaning."

Gusion nodded a few times, "I was jealous because you agreed to the model for this magazine but you haven't answering my request to become my muse."

Lesley blushed, avoiding his gaze, "Why me? I'm not a model-type actually."

Gusion shrugged, "But my camera loves you." He then showed her photos on his camera. Most of them were stolen shots from the last Science week.

"You're really my stalker." She teased him.

Gusion just laughed it off, "Admirer is the right term."

Lesley frowned, "Aren't they the same?"

"Stalker is for those creepy looking guys, admirer is for good looking guys like me."

Lesley laughed and hit his arm, "Aren't you carrying your own chair? Isn't it heavy?"

Gusion laughed also and stared at Lesley afterwards. She gave him a smile that made his heart fluttered.

"And now I prove that once your best friend has a love life, you will be ignored." Claude commented while flopping on the couch in front of them.

Lesley frowned and looked at Claude confusedly, "Love life?"

Gusion glared at Claude while the latter just chuckled.

"So Lesley, are you going to be Gusion's muse?" Claude asked her.

"What is a muse for? Explain it and maybe I'll think about it." Lesley asked while looking at Gusion.

"You will be my personal model. All in all, you will be the subject of my photography." Gusion explained, "It is our final requirement to make a photo album, collection of our best shots. I want you to be my muse for that. And if I'm lucky, even after that."

Lesley's mouth formed an O after his explanation and nodded a few times, "Best shots but you're going to choose me who isn't even a professional model?"

"I told you, my camera loves you." He smiled.

"So is h–"

"Shut the fu– shut up." Gusion immediately cut Claude before he could spill anything. He glared at his best friend.

Claude just laughed at Gusion, "You should always be with Gusion, Lesley. His unfiltered mouth becomes filtered whenever you're around."

"Cursing is bad." Lesley commented.

"I know. I'm trying." Gusion gave her an awkward smile.

"Boo! Under!" Claude teased Gusion once again.

"Can you just go away and flirt with the girls?" Gusion said annoyingly.

Lesley chuckled at the sight of the two. She found it cute though.

"Anyway, if I agree, will I be able to see your photo album for that final requirement?" Lesley asked Gusion.

"Of course, you'll be the first one I'll show the album." Gusion answered while smiling.

"Will it be completed before the year ends?"

"Not quite sure since we need to submit it next year."

Gusion noticed that Lesley's smile faded a little for a while. She blinked and her smile was back.

He was confused with her reaction but he just shrugged it off.

"Okay. I'll be your muse then." She answered while smiling.

Though he didn't notice that her eyes weren't.

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