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Erika's POV
I left my one bedroom apartment that I loved so dearly. I was so proud of myself and relieved to leave home to have a place of my own that could be controlled by me and only me. I could finally walk around in my underwear and watch as much crap and bring as much useless junk into my apartment without disturbing anyone. I just liked the fact that it was mine.
After being so dependent on other people for so long, it was just nice to be independent.
I took a cab because I heard the train was being kid of weird lately. Plus, I don't have to worry too much about my camera being stolen or anything.
I get to the hotel and get to the lobby and ask for the manager.
I had a strange dream last night that I was dating a some famous singer. PFFFFFT, yeah okay. Like that'd would happen.
I'm slightly nervous, but I have a good feeling about this.
****At the room****
"So according to your paperwork, you seem more than qualified for the job. Your credentials are amazing," he says.
"Thank you, sir." I try not to smile, but I couldn't help myself.
"So, this is Joseph Somo, the performer that you'll be photographing."
A young man, in his mid 20s smiles at me. He has a bit of scruff on his face, that makes him even more attractive. His hair was done up with some gel and he had this almost tired smile. Almost like he had an old soul. He was built and about 6"3 and he looked very familiar.
"Hello, Mr. Somo."
"I'm just Jo. It's nice to meet you, hun." He smiled at me and flashed his vivid white smile and I couldn't help but tremble.
"Jo's career started on YouTube. Maybe you've heard his Take Care medley."
I nodded and tried to keep my cool. but I guess my eyes gave it away.
That day, I couldn't stop thinking about the all familiar face and old smile and I knew I never could forget.
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Bipolar for Him; A Joseph SoMo Fanfic (ON HOLD)
Fanfiction"One day you're bouncing off the walls happy and we're like the perfect couple and the next.. you're crying yourself to sleep, even though I haven't done anything to you," he coos at me, "I worry about you, but it's hard when you're so bipolar." "Oh...
