#c;reed

As soon as her phone buzzed with the first text from Reed Andie immediately stood up from her desk and hung up the phone call she had been on with a short, “I’m sorry, family emergency. I have to go”. The drive, thankfully, wasn’t too long and Andrea barely made it into an actual parking space before she was jumping out of the car to find her nephew. “Reed, what’s going on? Are you okay?” 

Reed grinned and moved forward, bumping the other’s side gently. “Come on. It’s like super cool. I mean I don’t even speak French, but Paris fashion week is amazing. And it’ll be way more awesome if you come with me.” He and Reeve had been friends with one another since Reed could remember, but now with him constantly traveling it was a bit hard to keep that friendship as close. This was Reed’s idea at a solution.

Reed sighed as he stood in the corner of the meeting. His parents had dragged him here and it was just as painful as usual. At least it was until he saw someone new arrive. Approaching he held out his hand. “Hey! I’m Reed. You uh... I haven’t seen you around.” It was always hard to tell who was really into these meetings, but something about the other told him he wasn’t. “Your parents are new to the area? Or just the... club.” He grimaced a bit as he said it, forgetting for a moment that someone else could see him. He normally did a decent job of seeming like a real death eater, but today was not his day.

Reed was high on something. Admittedly he had no idea what it was, but he felt good and was happy. It didn’t take long for the model to find someone cute to begin dancing with, his grin bright as he rested his head against the other’s. “Well hey there. I’m Reed.” He had a bright grin as he continued to move his hips, grinding against the other in time to the music. “Got a name, handsome?”

Reed grunted as he heard his door open. After last night’s show he had gone out drinking with his fellow models, even and getting high on a few different substances. However this morning he was paying for it, the boy rolling just enough that he could look over his shoulder, his long blonde hair messy and hanging in his face. “Wadda want?” He was naked, the covers of the bed covering one of his legs and that was about it.