Greer Ave.

Los Angeles, CA

Chaos took over the environment of Sadie's home. She's known for weeks that she was invited to attend Day 3 of LAFW (Los Angeles Fashion Week). This was the first time in her career where she was going to be in the audience instead of walking the runway—she wanted to make a statement.

With so many looks to choose from, none were up to her standards. They were either to cliché or mediocre. She paced back and forth, as her hair stylist and makeup artist tried to finish her look. Her personal stylist Gregory did the best he could, by sending her looks before he went to Milan with Nicki Minaj. That was one thing about having a stylist—they weren't truly yours. She complained to him and he gave her a sincere apology for not owning up to her liking.

He offered to have a close friend of his to stop by and bring different looks for Sadie to choose from. Staring at the time on her wall clock, it was a quarter before five. She needed to be there at exactly seven. "Where the fuck are they" she said to herself.

Whoever Gregory sent to take the place of him were running late—thirty minutes away for them turned into an hour. "Can you sit for a second?" Mike, her hair stylist asked while holding a rake comb in between his teeth. She sighed as she took the seat in front of her floor length mirror. Mike was currently curling Sadie's 26 inch but was interrupted by her mini tantrums.

Hearing the sweet sound of her door bell ringing throughout the house, she motioned for her make up artist Cynthia to go answer. She felt a sense of relief knowing that—the person behind the door was holding a set of new clothes for her. "So sorry" a voice said entering Sadie's living room.

Cynthia walking in front of the person caused Sadie to not be able to see them. Mike curled one more piece before allowing her to get up—when she did she was presented with Jodie. She was pushing in a rack with at least ten different outfits. Behind her was a male who was pushing in another rack that occupied shoes and accessories.

"This was last minute for me" she said not even acknowledging her yet, "I'm not use to this but I had to come up with looks in under an hour"

"I'm sorry" she apologized again, this time she looked up and locked eyes with Sadie. The two stared at each other as if everyone else disappeared in the room, standing at a stand still that felt like forever.

It's been five years since Sadie seen her in person despite stalking her on Instagram. Her tawny beige complexion collided with her bronze glow cheeks. Her almond shaped eyes still the main focus of her face. She wore oversized camouflage joggers, a white tee with black lettering that read 'Selfmade', a denim distressed jacket and white Air Force ones.

"These the looks?" Sadie asked breaking the somewhat silence they had. She made her way over to the rack, touching each fabric with the tip of her fingers. "Which one do you think would look good on me?" She turned to see Jodie was still in shock.

It took for the male that came with her, to tap her on the shoulder to get her to snap out of it. "Yeah um" she stumbled on finding the right words, she turned to scan through the different clothes.

Sadie stood there watching, taking in all her appearance while she wasn't looking. How was it possible to get finer?

"I got this Tom Ford green sheer skirt" she said holding it at Sadie's waist to see how it would possibly look, "and a metallic breastplate" she turned to grab it from the rack.

The male behind her instantly went searching for accessories and shoes to match. "Or" she laid that outfit idea, on the head of Sadie's couch that wasn't that far from them.

"We can keep it simple with a Givenchy white silk slip on dress with a black blazer to throw over" she said , looking back up at Sadie, "it's really your choice"

"But either would look great on you" she mentioned, not being discreet with letting her eyes wander down Sadie somewhat slim figure. "Which one would you say? You're the stylist" Sadie said.

Jodie looked over the outfit sitting on the couch and back at the one she held in her hand. "Tom Ford" she replied

Sadie nodded and looked over at Cynthia to take the outfit to her room along with the shoes and accessories. "Just like that?" Jodie asked watching as Sadie walked back to the chair to finish the last touches on her hair.

"You have got be the easiest client I've ever had" she stated with a smirk, showing off the open-face bottom grill she wore.

"If I see something I like" making sure to say that with every intention of getting her point across, "it don't take much to please me"

Sadie was playing with fire and was bound to get burned. The two acted as if they didn't know each other—neither wanted to acknowledge the other, nothing had to do with being rude but what would either of them say. Jodie and her sidekick stayed a while until Sadie got dressed. Part of job was to style her clients and also dress them to make sure everything was perfect.

When Sadie put on the sheer skirt she told her to wear, she instantly became obsessed. She looked gorgeous and was pleased that not only Jodie came through but Gregory.

After an half hour of getting ready, Sadie and her glam squad rushed outside to the tinted out Tahoe that was parked out front. Mike holding on to the back end of her skirt so she wouldn't drag it on the concrete steps. Her driver stepped out of the drivers side as soon as she approached the car, to open the door on her end.

As soon as everyone was situated, they were pulling off, heading down to the The Majestic Downtown where the Los Angeles Fashion Week was being held. The way there, she thought about her run in with her long-lost best friend. Everything was different about Jodie since the last time she saw her—the style, her sandy brown hair that has now grown out—leaving Jodie with braids down to her chest. She wondered what was her thoughts about her when she saw her. Did Jodie think she changed as well?

The ride there would usual take no longer than ten minutes but with the chaos of fashion week, it took a total of twenty. Pulling alongside the entrance, her driver parked the car and hopped out to open the door. Taking his hand as she took one step out, photographers were already snapping away on the different models and celebrities on the rose bed runway carpet. Sadie thanked him as her team walked behind her.

"Sadie Holman" someone yelled, a flash of a camera caught her off guard.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight" an interviewer said again, with an overly large grin. She wore a basic red ball gown that stopped mid way.

"Thank you" she responded with the hospitality that she was given. None of this was new to her, the cameras, the questions—this was her life now.

"Can you please explain to us who you're wearing" she said, looking at Sadie in awe. Running her fingers down the green sheer skirt Sadie began to speak, "I'm wearing Tom Ford" she stated touching quickly at the metallic breastplate, "from head to toe"

"Well, looks like Tom need you in his next spring line because you are wearing that outfit to a tea" she said smiling. The cameras were still flashing and every now and then Sadie would strike a quick one two three pose.

"And who was the stylist for this amazing night? Maybe I could use his or her number" she laughed

Sadie looked over at the interviewer, she wasn't ugly—if anything she was average but that was fine. She could tell this was her first fashion week by her attire which was also fine. She wasn't a celebrity nor a model who needed to up keep their appearance for the public. "You look great" Sadie reassure her.

She pouted her lips, placing her hand over her chest, "Aw such a sweetheart thank you Ms. Holman" she gushed

Sadie nodded and looked ahead to see other interviewers waiting to ask more questions, "No problem," she started "but my stylist tonight was JodieP"

"Never heard of her" the interviewer quickly responded, which caught Sadie off guard. In the back of her mind she wanted to say something slick but this wasn't the time or place.

"Never heard of JodieP?" She questioned raising a brow, "Then you need to re-evaluate your life. She dressed Rihanna last year for the MetGala" leaning over to speak closer in the mic, "absolutely stunning"

"Okay well, have a good night Ms. Holman, it was nice talking to you" she said. Sadie just shook her head as a way of responding as she made her way down the carpet. She was stopped a couple times to take pictures and answer questions but that didn't last long.

She was taking her sit in the front row of Coach yellow themed summer lineup of 2017. She saw a few familiar faces but to be completely honest, although Sadie was in the same crowd of people she didn't associate herself with them. The three people she kept close to her was Britney, her hair stylist Mike and make up artist Cynthia. They were her friends and all she needed.

The show lasted no longer than an hour—having four designers debut their latest clothes. Each set was a different tone and went well with each designers outlook on their new designs. With this being her first time in the audience she quite enjoyed herself but wished she was on the runway.

Once Sadie arrived back to her townhouse, she said her goodbyes to Mike and Cynthia after thanking them for dealing with her mini tantrums. She just wanted to strip out of these clothes, wrap her hair up in a bonnet, take her makeup off and lay in her silk sheets that were gifted to her.

Stepping into her conjoined bathroom she laid her phone on the counter as she went to twist the knob for cold water. Pulling open a draw next to her she got her make up wipes out and began to clean her face from all the products that were caked on. The faucet running as her phone started to vibrate against the counter.

Sadie looked down just slightly, with half of her face still covered in foundation. She furrowed her brows, confused because she was getting a call from Instagram. She ignored it and went back to cleaning herself off—it had to be a fan or a random who was calling her. Anybody that wanted to talk to her had her number.

Bending down, splashing the cold water onto her face she opened her palm and squirted CeraVe foaming facial cleanser. Rubbing her hands together just a little before applying it on her face. She then moved her fingertips in a circular motion, her phone vibrating again—still from Instagram.

She sighed as she stopped and rinsed one hand off before drying. She reached for her phone to get a better look at who exactly was bold enough to keep calling. 'JodieP'

Her eyes jumping out of their sockets, her palms immediately starting to sweat, she stared at the screen for a while. Why was she calling?

Pressing to accept, the screen went black for a second before Jodie smile was taking up the entire screen. "Good" she said, "I was going to keep calling until you answered" she told

Sadie still in the bathroom with foam face wash on her face. She looked a mess and confused. "Hey" Jodie said again, "word around is you shouted me out" she pulled away so Sadie could now see her whole face. It looked like she was in a car, hinting the stars on the roof.

"Yeah" Sadie murmured, "that's why you called me?"

Jodie smiled again, "And" she stopped, licking her bottom lip, "I just find it weird you know?"

"No I don't know" she answered truthfully. She laughed a little before locking eyes with Sadie again. She was fine as hell—if Sadie could she would jump through the phone and sit on her face.

"How you acted when I came to your crib. Like that's not how I pictured us meeting again" Jodie explained, "it was weird and I didn't like it"

Sadie shrugged her shoulders, what was she suppose to do? Run up to her and hug her to death? "I felt like that was mature what I did. I don't think nothing was weird about it" Sadie stated.

"So this how it's going to be?" Jodie asked, tilting her head sideways. A hand came in the frame, handing Jodie what looked like a blunt. "Best-friends see each other again after five years and this is it? I expected more out of you"

Sadie frown, confused on what she meant by that. She watched as she took a long pull from the blunt before blowing a cloud of smoke into the camera. "Like no hug" she smiled , "no kiss"

"Kiss?" Sadie repeated, as if that was the only thing she said. "Why would I kiss you?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Jodie questioned, "A lil peck on the cheek ain't a crime Sadie"

"Aren't you engaged" Sadie bluntly blurted. Jodie head jerked back as she took another pull.

"Oh" she exhaled, "you've been keeping tabs on me now?"

"But to answer your question, yeah I am but what that gotta do with what I said Sadie?" She said again, "You saying it like I asked you to fuck or something."

Sadie stood there dumbfounded. She was upset with herself that she let it be known that she have been watching Jodie but she didn't need to know that. "Lunch tomorrow?" Jodie asked

"I have a photo shoot that's going to take half of my day tomorrow" she told.

Jodie nodded, handing over the blunt to the person who was unknown. She stared at Sadie, licking her lips once again. She wasn't sure if that was her way of flirting or saying she looked good but Sadie wasn't complaining. "Dinner?" She asked again, "and don't stay no lame excuse"

"I can do dinner" Sadie mumbled. Jodie smiled again, "cool" she grinned, "it's a date"

Sadie eyes got big, causing Jodie to laugh, "A rekindling date from two old friends" she said, "that's good for you?"

"Yeah" she whispered

Jodie shook her head, this was all seeming like a dream to Sadie. Just the other day she was lurking on her page and now she was having dinner with her. "It was nice seeing you Sadie" she confessed, "like really nice" dragging the last word.

"Same here" Sadie said. The two said their goodbyes which caused Sadie to lay her phone back on the counter. The foam on her face now dried up while the cold water was still running. For some reason the two crossing paths again wasn't a coincidence—but Sadie was glad they did.

Here & Now

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