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*
"New Yorkkkkkk, concrete jungles where dreams are made of." John sings along with the music in the Uber. I roll my eyes and the driver just laughs singing with him. "Come on Ryan." He nudges my shoulder and continues to belt out the lyrics. I watch as we pass by all the buildings in our home state, growing more and more excited as we get closer to my childhood home.
I slowly drown out Johns singing just staring in awe, like I've never seen any of this before. Its been so long since I've been home. Usually my parents and sister come to see me wanting a change of scenery. They love it in California with me, but the refuse to leave the city.
My mother, who has been a stay at home mom most of my life, likes to paint as a past time hobby. While my dad was an architect, who built my childhood home and supported our family all these years.
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(Jasmine in the picture above, y'all can just imagine their parents I don't want to map people out for them.)
My sister, Jasmine, was only fifteen. My parents adopted her when I was nine. After the hour and thirty minute drive, the car pulls up to my average sized house.
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My family was already outside waiting for us, forgetting my bags I run out the car to hug them tightly. My dad kisses my head and Jasmine squeals.
