A/N: I'm taking a break from Going Through a Hard Time. I can't think of anything to write for that story.

Stripper

Summary: Justin lives with his mother in an apartment, with his mother's boyfriend. He needs to find a job to help pay rent. He becomes a stripper. He and Brian go to the same school, and soon become friends. (Both 16 years old). Brian doesn't know about what Justin does at first. He soon finds out.

Monday

5:00 pm

Strip Club

Justin was on a stage, pole dancing. There were, both, guys and girls hooting and hollering. They threw money on the stage. Justin didn't pay any attention. All he payed attention to was his dancing and how he had to make it good. Every night, 7 days a week. Week days, from 5pm-12am. On weekends, from 4pm-3am. He did get breaks and he would work on his homework, if he hadn't all ready finished it. Speaking of which, he was falling behind in all his classes. He fell asleep in every class, trying to get some much needed rest. Luckily, he taught himself to wake up 5 minutes before the bell went off to head to his next class. At lunch, he would eat what he had brought for lunch, then sleep for the rest of lunch. He never sat with his best friend Daphne anymore. He would barely talk to her. He was tired, and trying to catch up on his work, and home wasn't all that great. There was fighting constantly between his mother, and her boyfriend.

After he was don dancing, he went into one of the rooms they kept back stage. He looked at the time on his phone. 6 more hours. Great. He thought. He decided to get caught up on homework. By the time he was done with his homework, he was called to go up in stage again. He really didn't want to, but he knew he had to. He was getting really good tips on top of being paid every week. He was making good money. As soon as he had enough money, he would get an apartment of his own and get a different job, one he actually liked. Hopefully something in art. But, he would have to wait until he was eighteen to do that.

When it was time to go home, he put on sweatpants, a sweater and his winter coat. It was freezing out side. He headed home. When he got there, he heard fighting on the other side of the door. Of course. Just what I need tight now. He thought as he unlocked and opened the door. He went inside, closed the door, and went to his room. He heard muffled fighting. He took off his coat, laid on his bed, and went right to sleep.

The next Morning

Justin woke up still really tired from last night. He got up, took a shower, the warm water waking him up, and after getting dressed, made and ate some toast. He made a sandwich, grabbed an apple, and put them in a paper bag. On his way to school, he went to the store and bought a Gatorade. When he got to school, he went right in and went to his locker. He put his lunch on the top shelf, and grabbed some books he would need for class. He closed his locker, and went to go sit against the wall, next to the lockers. As he was walking, someone bumped into him. He was carrying two books, and his book bag, and the person made him drop it. Justin was pissed. "I'm so sorry." The person said. It was a guy. Justin and the guy started picking up Justin's stuff.

"It's fine," Justin said sounding aggravated.

"I should've watched where I was going." They guy said as he and Justin stood up. Justin looked at the guy. He had brown hair, and brown eyes. Justin could tell he had muscles. He's seen this guy around school. He's on the soccer team. The guy extended his hand to Justin. "Brian Kinney."

"Yeah, I know. Justin Taylor," he said, as he took the guys hand.

"See you around." Brian said, after they let go of each other's hand.

"Yeah, see ya around." Justin told him, right before Brian walked off.

Brian walked over to his friend. "Hey Mikey."

"Hey Brian," he said as he put books into his book bag. "What was that all about?"

"What was what all about?"

"What just happened with that blond over there."

"Nothing. I just bumped into him and knocked his stuff out of his hands."

"It looked like it was much more than that."

"He is hot."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it."

"Whatever."

"Come on, let's get to class." Justin watched as Brian walked over to his friend, and while they talked, even when Brian and his friend walked in the opposite direction.

A/N: So what do you think? Continue or not?