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.

Thursday

4:00 pm

Bedroom

Justin was sitting on their bed, thinking. Thinking how he was going to get out of this. Thinking if he could get out of this without Brian knowing. Thinking if he did tell Brian, or Brian found out, how he would react. All these thoughts going through his head, made him start crying. He felt ashamed, embarrassed, guilty, upset, disgusted, pissed, and too many other bad emotions. He was SO glad Brian had practice again today. When Brian gets home, he doesn't know what he'll do. Maybe he should leave so Brian wouldn't have to go through this with him.

Justin got up off the bed, packed his duffel bag, left Brian a note, and left. He didn't know where he was going, what he was gonna do, but it was better than dragging Brian down with him.

6:25 pm

Bedroom

Brian's POV

Brian,

I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I can't tell you why. I'll be fine so don't worry. I love you and I can never thank you enough for what and your parents did for me. I won't be in school. I don't know for how long. Just thought I should let you know.

Love you always,

Justin

I couldn't believe it. Justin left. I knew I had tears in my eyes and I tried to keep them back, but I just couldn't. How could he do this? I felt my heart smash into a million little pieces. I knew that meant I loved him. I really do. I know I always will. Right now, I have to think of a way to find him, bring him back home, and find out what the fuck is going on. I knew my mother was home. So, I went to her bedroom and showed her the note. "Mom, Justin left this note." I knew I was crying and I knew that she knew it wasn't good. I saw her read the note then look back up at me.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Brian. I know how much you love him."

"We have to get him back."

"I know. We'll file a missing persons report."

"Don't you have to wait 24 hours before filing a missing person?"

"Well, yeah, but I have a friend who's a police officer. I'm sure she can do something."

My mother came into my room an hour later. "I just got off the phone and she said she'll do what she can." I nodded and after she left, I laid down on my bed. I grabbed my cell phone and called Justin. I knew he wasn't gonna answer, but I had to try. I got his voice mail, as I suspected, but I kept calling him. After what seemed like the millionth time, I gave up. I did leave a few messages. Changing it a little every time. Tomorrow I'll spend the day searching for him. I couldn't help but think the worst. My mind was raving 100 miles a minute. I was just wishing hoping and praying that he would be okay and he would come back, tell me everything, get through whatever what was going on with him and finally live life the way two gay 16 year old boys should live.

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