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)
"Ryan, sweetie." Someone shakes me awake. I open my eyes to see Faith standing in front of me trying to get my attention.
"Is he awake?" I rub my eyes quickly standing up.
"He has been for like an hour, but they were only letting family in. Sorry I couldn't get you in sooner, I'm sure he'll be happy to see to you." She leads me to his room and slowly opens the door. "He's kind of out of it." I walk closer to him feeling his eyes follow my every move. His hands were bandaged and purple bruises were slowly forming on his face. I reach out to touch his face lightly as he sighs. I look back to see if his mom was still standing there, but I guess she left to give us some privacy.
"I'm so sorry for scaring you. My mom told me you've been here all night." I nod kissing his lips.
"I was so worried, they said he tore you up pretty badly." Saying this made him smile slightly.
"So you roasting? You never take anything serious you goofball."
"Had to lighten your mood a little, I'm so proud that you even fought that hard, that man was the real deal."
"I only did it to impress my father, he thinks my career is a joke. So I wanted to show him I could be the son he wanted to be, he loves boxing. He used to box professionally before he got really sick, I just wanted to make him happy Ryan." He turns his face out of my grasp.
"You impressed him, you should've seen the way he was rooting for you all the way until that vicious knock out. I tried to get them to stop the fight, but they wouldn't let me close to the ring."
"I wanted to keep going."
"You could've killed yourself."
"I wasn't thinking about that, I was just trying to prove myself."
"Your career isn't a joke Michael, you shouldn't have to prove yourself. If you're happy with what you're doing then your father should understand."
"It's not that simple. It's just that he doesn't think it's a serious job."
"Well, just as long as you're doing your thing, I can't complain because it makes you happy. My job isn't 'real' either."
"But you went to school you have a back up career not a job."
"Modeling is a career."
"It's not the same. I wanted boxing to be a back up, I should've put my all in."
"Baby, don't stress yourself. Why don't you talk to your dad and explain to him that what you and your mother do is real." He looks back over me and toys with the cross that's sitting on my chest.
"You're still wearing it." He quickly changes the subject, I just let it go not wanting to push the issue.
"Of course, I don't take them off unless I'm giving them back to you, this other one is yours too." I show him the other one I had on.
