When Ryan and Michael, who aren't from entirely different worlds, meet at a club where Ryan and John are promoting a new clothing line that Michael, was also modeling for. It was the small gigs that really did it for Michael, because he is always th...
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*Ryan's POV*
The loud music is literally vibrating my skull as I sit in my VIP section. It's only Tuesday and Jenna has me in a club waiting on Diddy to come and see me. Even though this is his club and he just opened it I'm getting restless waiting on him to pop up. He's taking pictures and talking and I honestly don't want to interrupt him, but I'm ready to go. I just need to talk about this little Ciroc deal and take a few pictures with him and the bottles.
I'm really not in the mood to be here and I have a fashion show to go to in the morning. I look around the new club, there are girls dancing on tables already drunk and loose at eleven. I wish I was in the mood to cut up like that, but I really can't be bothered.
I look over to the Dj booth only to see Michael up there dancing next to the Dj. He was effortlessly rapping along with whatever song was playing. I just watch him dance, he'd often just move his shoulders to the beat which was cute. He also kept moving girls off of him, which was kind of strange. I keep watching him when someone plops down on the leather couch next to me.
"My dad told me to come keep you company." I look over to Christian Combs, also known as 'King Combs.' I smile and push him slightly.
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"Don't act brand new, you know we go way back what's up King?" I say and he laughs flashing me his white teeth. He pulls me into a hug and pats me on the back.
"Nothing, I seen you sitting over here alone staring at folks, so I thought I'd come and entertain you. My dad has been talking about coming over to you all night, but I know that's not going to happen so why not just come to the house tomorrow ?" He offers and I debate on it, knowing that I had the fashion show to go to.
"I have to go to a fashion show tomorrow."
"The Dolce & Gabbana one? I'm in it, I'll take you after the show and we can have lunch or something." He says as if it was nothing and my eyes widen.
"You got signed to Dolce & Gabbana? That's great congrats!"
"It's nothing honestly, I always modeled for my dad, so I decided to make some coins off it." He says and we continued to converse about what's been up to since I seen him last.
