Chapter Eighteen- Communication

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"I do."

"Well fix it. It's ruining your work even your trainer said you've been off."

"Yeah I haven't been focusing."

"You need to that fight is coming up soon I don't want to see you get your ass handed to you." She laughs which makes me smile slightly. "I'm serious though."

"I'll see. Now stay out of my business."

"Only trying to make sure my son is okay alright? Now back to work." She claps.

(Ryan's POV)

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(Ryan's POV)

"Why are you ignoring model boy?" John says tapping my shoulder.

"I'm not, we've been so busy I don't want to call him over once we get back home. I just want to roll into the bed."

"Hm." He taps his chin thinking. "For a while I thought you two were joint at the hip y'all were together that often."

"Well this graduation stuff is kicking my ass, and we've been doing so much stuff."

"Yeah. The realtor called about the apartment you wanted to rent out." Which makes me turn my head excitedly.

"Really when?"

"Like a hour ago you were in the shower and I answered your phone seeing it was them. But Michael texted you and said he wanted to talk that's why I asked."

"Did you answer that too?" I mug him making him throw my phone at me.

"No. But you should talk to him. Invite him to the graduation."

"I don't think he'd want to come."

"Why wouldn't he? That's your boyfriend."

"I don't know I don't want to bother him."

"Why don't you ask to find out."

"You are aggravating me." I point my make up brush at him and he laughs.

"I'm just trying to make sure you don't lose your first boyfriend

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"I'm just trying to make sure you don't lose your first boyfriend."

"Stop talking."

"Ryan just talk to the man I know you miss him, lil stink bug." He mushes my head.

"My make up." I whine.

"Just take it off you don't even need it."

"Hush gremlin."

"Hurry up, I want to go get a slushee." He walks of the room and I fix what he messed up and I look at the text message from Michael that's lingering on my screen.

Michael😍: We should talk.

Me: What's up?

Michael😍: can I see you tonight?

Me: I'm filming tonight, what do you want to talk about?

Michael😍: I'd rather talk in person...

Me: You can come over tonight.

Michael😍: okay see you then 😘

I click off my phone biting my lip. I don't like this nervous feeling in my stomach.

"Ryan! Come on." I hear John yell. I sigh making my way downstairs I hope this talk goes right.

Sorry it's a short chapter I didn't have much time to write I've been busy

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Sorry it's a short chapter I didn't have much time to write I've been busy. I'm also sorry I didn't post yesterday ☹️ but I'll post a long chapter soon thanks for 2.3k reads ❤️❤️ don't forget to vote and comment

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