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.
Sunday
2:00 pm
Brian's house (bedroom)
Brian was sitting at his computer when Justin woke up. Brian looked over when he heard movement. He smiled as he watched Justin. "Good morning sleeping beauty." Brian joked.
"Very funny." Justin said tiredly. "What time is it?"
"Two in the afternoon." Justin nodded. He remembered what happened last night.
"Brian, you know we need to talk about what happened last night."
"You mean...the kiss?"
"Yeah." Brian went over to the bed, and sat next to Justin. "What does it mean? Does it mean were boyfriends? Does it mean it was just a kiss?"
"I know what I felt and I know you felt the same. I'd say were boyfriends." Brian said, as he intertwined his fingers with Justin's. Justin smiled at him and Brian smiled back.
"But what about school? What do we tell them?"
"We don't tell them anything. It's non of their fucking business. I don't give a shit what they think. And neither should you."
"We're officially a couple now right?"
"Yep. You want something to eat? I'm gonna go get something."
"Sure. I'm starving."
"I bet you are." Brian took Justin's hand and led him downstairs, into the kitchen. Brian's mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table. They looked up at them. "Who's this?" Brian's mother, Jane asked. (A/N: I'm changing the names a little bit.)
"Mom, dad this is Justin. Justin, these are my parents Jane and Jim."
"Hi Mr. And Mrs. Kinney. Nice to meet you."
"So polite. Nice to meet you too."
"You used protection last night right?" Jim asked jokingly. Jane hit him in the arm. "What?" He asked innocently. Justin looked down at his feet.
"Look, you made him uncomfortable." Brian told his father.
"It was only a joke. I didn't mean to."
"It's okay." Justin said, still looking at his feet.
After Brian and Justin ate, they went back to Jen and Justin's apartment, and got some clothes and his book bag. "Brian, I shouldn't do this. I have to stay here. I have to help pay rent."
"And by help you mean pay it yourself?"
"Basically."
"Well, don't worry. I'll take care of it."
"I can't let you do that. You can't pay for the rent."
"No, but I could talk to my parents, and get them to get your mom a job, and your mother can move. You could live with me. No one should be around all the constant fighting of adults. Just leave your mother a note, and pack your bag."
"Brian, are you sure? Are your parents okay with it?"
"Yes, of course I'm sure and my parents won't mind at all."
After Justin packed his bag with clothes, toothbrush, hair brush, and other things he would need and left his mother a note he left with Brian. As he closed the door to the apartment, he felt relieved and a little scared. Relieved he was out of that place. But scared what his mother was gonna do after she saw the note. Brian put an arm around Justin's waist and kissed the top of his head. He was so relieved Justin didn't have to live there anymore. Live that horrible life anymore. "You have to quit your job. There's no reason to work anymore."
"I know. But, I would still like to have a job."
"You can get a new job. But not until your ribs are healed." Justin nodded. Thank god I can quit that stupid job! Justin thought, smiling. He could finally do stuff normal teenagers would do.
A/N: So what do you think? Continue or not?
