You again |mpreg|

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The plane ride was pleasant, I guess. As I looked out the window I saw the world beneath me fade away and the clouds blur the vision of the earth below. It was all so, so beautiful and I literally couldn't believe it was actually happening.

"What're you smiling about?" Asked the person who sat beside me. She had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, not to mention a piercing. But I didn't even realize I was smiling.

"I don't know, it's a happy day.." I mumbled to myself.

"Well, kid, you've got a lot to learn about life. Take it from a twenty-seven year old stripper who has cancer and is living with their Ex's mom."

I widened my eyes, "if you have cancer, then why are you a stripper?" I asked, I wanted to know. It seemed crazy.

She smiled, "because I can. You see...life's full of choices and suprises and I've always liked pole dancing, so yeah."

I laughed, I couldn't help it, "have fun with that, then."

It was quiet for a few seconds until she spoke to me again, "what about you? You seem like a nice person, why settle in New York?" She asked. Were the myths about NYC being a scary place, true?

I shrugged, "modeling. I've always gotten compliments about how cute I was when I was young, and I figured I'd just put my good looks to use."

The girl clapped her hands, "sounds legit, just don't get stuck up in love; it screws your life up, trust me."

I nodded simply, then asked, "what's your name?"

"Jenna, yours?"

"Kellin," I spoke.

She then smiled at me, "well Kellin, your happiness rubs off on people, we should stay in touch."

Long story short, I got Jenna's number and I'd agreed to call her when I got settled in with Justin and everything. She seemed nice enough, and I could use a friend other than Justin anyway. Getting off the plane, I said goodbye to Jenna and I made my way to the front as I waited for Justin.

Justin and I were friends ever since middle school and he liked fashion a lot, actually. Most people looked at him crazy when they told him he was straight but of course that's just a dumb stereotype that all guys who love fashion are gay. But I happen to fall under that stereotype. My parents didn't really care but when I came home with my first and last boyfriend, they started to. After what happened to him, I just hookup now.

The loud sound of a car honking broke me from thought and I was met with a yellow cab, with a tired looking Justin inside. Shaking my head with a laugh, I opened the door and Justin hit my shoulder.
"Hey man, good to finally see you," he said tiredly, when he yawned.

I nodded, but I noticed the tiredness in his eyes, "me too, but dude you okay? You seem really tired."

The cab started moving and Justin and I caught up. It felt good to finally speak to him in person and I was excited that we were going to be roommates, my life was moving so fast and I was more than excited, quite frankly. Justin told me that his girlfriend kept him up all night because she was uneasy about me moving in with them both but Justin said he didn't care, and she eventually got over it.

As we both got out of then cab, I was met with this huge ass apartment. It was about twenty stories up and it seemed really fancy. I got my luggage out of the cab and followed Justin as he went towards the entrance. Inside, it looked like a hotel. The floors were velvet red and the walls were plasters with Victorian paintings.

"Woah this place is nice..." I trailed off to Justin, as we got inside the elevator.

He chuckled, "I've heard."

Soon we got to his apartment and it was a suprise  to me because it was huge. There was a modern staircase smack in the middle which led to upstairs and most of the walls were glass. A single larger window was off to the side with dark curtains draped over them.

"Justin....this is amazing."

"So I've heard."

I smiled, and pushed him gently, "stop doing that, acting all cocky."

He shrugged, "whatever you know you love it," he laughed," but Kellin you should really get some sleep, you have a photo shoot tomorrow, you told me, remember?"

"Oh shit, you're right...but we gotta catch up, Justin like I just got here,"  I said to him as I rested on his couch and dropped my luggage. I got the remote and turned on the giant T.V.

"Let's watch Adventure Time!" I exclaimed, "this used to be our favorite show, man."

Justin smirked at me, giving in, "alright, move over."