You again |mpreg|

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A/n; my laptops being a lil bitch so now I'm using my iPod to write chapters and the grammar is fucking horrible so sorry bout that(((:

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"There's nothing left for you to do here, Kellin. It's either you go back to New York with and live with my girlfriend and stop modeling for seven months, go back to Michigan and study to be a doctor, or get an abortion." Justin had told me, as we walked upon some random beach store we found by hunnington beach.

I exhaled. The thought of abortion was scary and I didn't want it to happen, "I'm not killing it..." I mumbled, looking at a shirt on a clothing rack, "but I don't want to live with your girlfriend; it's awkward."

Justin shrugged, "so you're going back home? After all that you've done a been through?"

"No..." I sighed in revulsion, "okay I guess I'll have to live with your girlfriend, then...but what will happen to my career?"

Justin crossed his arms, as he touched a surfboard, "nothing. You have a lot of money in the bank so you shouldn't be out of debt for like, a year to be honest," he said, "do you like this surfboard? I'm thinking of getting it for her but she hates yellow, but loves flowers.."

I laughed, "sounds like a plan, and...if she hates yellow, don't get it. Girls like clothes and makeup and shit, not a surfboard. Justin. What the hell?"

He shook his head with a smile, "all girls are different, so I just thought...whatever. So when do you want to leave Southern California?" He asked.

I shrugged, "there's honestly nothing here to be honest, so I guess today. I still have to say goodbye to Vic, I won't be seeing him for seven months..Justin what if he moves on?"

"Simple. Then I'll kick his ass." He joked, as he nudged me.

I rolled my eyes, "no, seriously...."

"Then I won't be rude or anything, I'll kick his ass."

I smiled, pecking him on the cheek, "you're seriously the most best friend ever, I don't know what I'd do without you."

Justin looked down at me, "yeah we have come a long way, huh? It's crazy, man."

"Remember that time you laughed so hard you choked on air?"

"Or when you saw this girl you liked and tripped over your own feet and landed on your face?"

We both laughed to ourselves and enjoyed the moment together before I left. I was definitely scared for everything, but I didn't want to think about it.

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Vic's pov

Our next photoshoot was going to be in a few hours so I had to eventually get out of the water and get back to the hotel and change. I loved surfing so much, it gave me time to clear my thoughts and free my mind. When I'm out there, it was like the world vanished away and all my problems ceased to an end. I loved the feel of the salty ocean water reaching my skin, I loved riding a wave and eventually crashing.

I then got off of my surfboard and swam to shore, and picking it up as I jogged back to where I left my thins on the beach. My hair was dripping wet as I exhaled, as I sat onto the sand. Suddenly, my phone began to ring. Picking it up, I saw that it was my dad, "hello?"

"Victor, you need to get home now."

I looked around from side to side, "why?"

The line was silent for a moment, "you're not dating Danielle anymore. Care to explain, mijo?"

I then scoffed, as I laid on my back and stared up at the sky, "yeah she cheated on me, so I moved on and I'm with someone better-"

"You need to break it off, and somehow get her to be with you again."

"What! Why?"

"Victor, we've been caught again, and we need a million dollars to cover it all up. Dating that girl is the only way you're going to get enough money to help us."

That made me upset, I groaned, "really, dad? You and mom are still selling drugs? After all that happened with Mike and everything? I thought after you'd gotten out of jail you swore you'd never do that again."

I heard my father sigh, "we're in debt, son. And the money we got for selling all of those drugs was immense and was helping us a lot-"

"Whatever." I said sternly. This was serious, it was the second time my family had been caught for doing down thing illegal. The reason why I became a model was to escape all of this and live my own life, however they just kept on fucking popping up. But I had to help, blood is thicker than water, right? I bit my lip, "How'd you guys get caught, dad?"

"Well your uncle and I was dealing the usual, and we bought our stuff from a new dealer. So when our customer came back they were super upset at us and basically explained how their stuff was laced with chlorophyll. We then had to evacuate all the drugs because of it ebony laced, and we had to cancel out all the orders people had made, and basically lost all our money. And son, this one customer that was going to buy from us is apart of this gang who threatened to kill our family off, one by one, if we didn't give him a million by the end of the month."