I meant to have the second chapter up the day the world was "supposed" to end, but instead I went out to celebrate the beginning of the winter break. When I went home, I didn't feel like typing so instead I watched the first eight episodes of the fourth season of The Big Bang Theory and went to bed. But watching it has given me some inspiration for future chapters.

Thank you all so much for the reviews. I'm glad you are now fearing for Justin's life, laughing over the bit about Harold and waiting for more chaos. Now you have waited long enough, so here it is!

My Big Fat Creepy Roommate

Beginning of the Madness

Of all people, it had to be Owen. Justin looked at Owen as he squealed like a secondary school queen bee who just shook hands with the lead singer of One Direction, which is not per se a healthy squeal.

"GREAT CANADIAN CHEESE, I CAN'T BELIEVE JUSTIN IS RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR!" Owen shrieked in delight. Justin freaked out, turned to Millicent and was like:

"Okay I change my mind. I don't want to live here anymore. I'll just find a homeless shelter."

"Excellent choice," said Millicent. "Just sign this restraining order for added protection." Justin did not hesitate to snatch the pen from Millicent's hand and sign his name on the bottom of the first of twenty-something pages. "Good," the intern smiled. He turned to Owen and said: "Owen, Justin is now officially your roommate for the next two years."

"YAAAAAAY!" beamed Owen, throwing his fists in the air in delight.

"Wait WHAT?!" shrieked Justin, as Owen pulled him into a tight bear-hug, lifting the model up off the ground. "YOU CONNIVING BASTARD! YOU SAID-!"

"Yeah…" Millicent replied. "I lied. Chris said he'd let us all use the swimming pool outside for fifteen minutes tomorrow afternoon when every single one of the contestants is living here. So basically I've tricked you into signing a contract that states you would live with Owen for twenty-four months. There is nothing you can do to get out of the contract and if you attempt by any means to move into another residence Chris McLean well sue you for everything you've got."

"Is this the case for everyone else living here?!" Justin gasped, having some form of difficulty breathing in Owen's arms.

"No," said Millicent, kicking Justin's luggage into Owen's apartment. "They can move out anytime they want, except for you of course. But if it's any consolation, you get a one cent discount on your first rent."

"How is that a consolation?!"

"How should I know? Chris was the wrong who drew up the contract. He knew you'd refuse to live with Owen, but only Owen would be your roommate. So yeah… have fun in Hell."

"HEY," screeched Justin, "F*** YOU!"

Owen, oblivious to Justin's kicking and screaming, ran into the apartment and closed the door behind him. He ran over to the couch and sat down, still clutching Justin. Owen was excited and he asked the model:

"So what's new with your life?!"

Justin, who realised he was straddling Owen's right knee, facing the fatty, replied:

"No comment."

"Aw, you know just what to say!" beamed Owen, squeezing Justin. Justin groaned. This was going to be the longest twenty-four months he's ever lived.

That day was the longest day of Justin's life. It was half five in the evening when Justin – every reluctantly – moved in to Owen's apartment. However, the remainder of the day was so long Justin swore he moved in at around half eleven. Justin spent the first half hour of his tedious twenty-four months of torture sitting on Owen's lap in the most awkward position he could think of. Thankfully, this ended when Owen got hungry. He offered to cook a delicious meal, but thankfully he ate all of the food in his cabinets. Justin never tasted Owen's cooking before, but he was sure it tasted like shit.

Unsurprisingly, Owen made a living going to restaurants and giving reviews on the food, atmosphere and services. Surprisingly, Owen was well liked by restaurant owners in British Columbia and Washington – and owners in other places wished Owen lived near their establishments – because he loved nearly all kinds of foods. He gave remarkable reviews on the food at each restaurant he visited – even if they violated all of the health standards – and this boosted profits for restaurant owners. So Owen took – or dragged, as Justin felt – Justin to a fancy restaurant down town. Yes, Justin loved the restaurant, but he would never take a single person with him unless he was dating them. Unfortunately, Owen never seemed to pick this up. While they were there, Owen kept asking the model stupid questions like what Justin's favourite fried chicken was or what Justin's favourite chocolate ice-cream was. Owen also talked with his mouth full, leaned his elbows on the table, farted and he insisted on ordering dessert, which took forty-five minutes to prepare. None of these anomalies were helped by the fact that Owen wore a fancy black suit and insisted that Justin did the same. It was as if Owen thought they were…

…DATING!

Justin cringed at the thought. But when the whole ordeal was done, Owen paid the bill and then picked Justin up bridal style as they walked back to the apartment. Witnesses cheered as they observed this, as they were all Justowen fans and they were obviously oblivious to Justin's secret hatred of Owen.

Finally, they were home. However, Owen carried Justin into his bedroom and laid him on his king-sized bed.

"NO!" yelped Justin, before Owen could climb onto him. "I'm not doing this! I just want to go to sleep! Where am I sleeping anyway?"

"Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" Owen cooed. "The gentleman wants to take it slowly!"

"Yeah, whatever!" groaned Justin, mentally scarred by what is going on in Owen's head. "Where am I sleeping?" he demanded.

"Here," Owen replied. "Where else?" he asked.

"If there is no other bedroom here than I would very much love to sleep on the couch," said Justin, shocked that Owen wanted to sleep with him.

"Why?" asked Owen.

Justin really wanted to say because I'm not gay and I don't want to share a bed with someone who is going to crush me and most likely rape me in his sleep but he knew it was best to come up with a different excuse. Instead, he replied:

"Um… my agents said I that would sleep much better if I was alone. It also keeps me beautiful, because my cells are very territorial when my body is on standby. If they don't get their way, they will make me hideous."

Owen smiled. "Well if it keeps you beautiful, then I'll carry you over to the couch!" he chirped, picking up Justin and placing him lightly on the couch. "Good night, my little Justin-poo!" beamed Owen, pecking Justin on the forehead.

Justin waited until Owen skipped back to his bedroom before running over to the kitchen sink and vigorously rubbing his forehead with boiling hot water. He cannot believe that Owen just kissed him. It was horrible, not just because of the deadly diseases he may catch, but also because of the reality that Owen's lips made him feel like he was being smothered in cow shite. Holding back his vomit, Justin staggered back to the couch and laid down. He was really disturbed by the events of that fateful evening. The male model was almost certain things could not possibly get any worse.

Suddenly, just when Justin was on the verge of going to sleep, a fully naked Owen entered the sitting-room, sleepwalking over to Justin. He stopped right in front of Justin, turned around and sat right down on Justin's stomach. Owen shifted positions and laid down on top of Justin, smothering the poor male model. Justin tried everything in his power to wake Owen up, but it was to no avail; Owen was a heavy sleeper. He was just going to have to wait until when Owen wakes up. By that point, Justin promised himself that things won't get worse this time.

Then out of the blue, Owen turned around so that he was facing Justin, and pissed. He turned around once more and took a shit.

Justin fainted.

Well that was, um, disturbing. Right now I am expecting really nasty reviews, but f*** it, I don't care. The only person who has the power to stop the reader from reading this story is the reader himself/herself. Trust me: this story will only get creepier as it progresses.

Also, the other characters may get their spotlight in the next chapter. I just wanted a chapter dedicated to the interaction between Owen and Justin to enhance the dramatic, humorous and mentally scarring scenarios. I'm off college for the next five weeks, so I'll have more free time to update my stories. Chapter three could be up before the New Year. Speaking of which, I knew all along the world wasn't going to end. But the world has certainly ended for most of what is left of Justin's sanity.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!