Sweet Serendipity

Junior bit his lip. He didn't want to take John back because that would send the wrong message, but he couldnt leave him with Alexander. "I, uh, want you to come back," he said quietly.

John frowned. "I thought you hated me. And your spots are filled, you already replaced me." He said, looking down.

Junior shrugged. "I dont need Sam. He's not what I was looking for and you two are about the same size, so I wouldn't have to do many changes to the clothes," he said.

John sighed. "Fine." He murmured. "I'll come back. But I can't help the way I am, you know. I cant change my temper. I can try and be more respectful, but that's as far as it goes."

"I'm not asking you to change. I'm asking you to try and control yourself. I'm doing you a favor here," Junior said. "I hope to not be treated badly because I do something you disapprove of." He stood and smoothed out his clothes.

John nodded. "I can do that..." He said quietly. "And... I'm sorry for being a 'prissy bitch diva'." He aid, looking down. He had to admit, that comment hurt. He knew it was true, but it still hurt.

Junior shrugged again. "Shit happens. You do things you can't control. I understand, trust me," he said. And he did understand. He had done quite a few things he wasn't proud of.

John nodded. "Right... well I guess I'll see you tomorrow at work." He said, playing with a strand of his hair.

Junior nodded at him and turned around, walking out of the room. He would have to call up McQueen and tell him that he needed John back and that he wouldn't take no for an answer. He honestly couldn't believe that Alexander did that to his models. How could one human being do that to another? That was just sick.

The next morning, John was cleared to go. He arrived at work, and he saw Sam storming out of Junior's office and heading towards John. "You bitch! You stole my spot!" Sam yelled, slapping John across the face.
John blinked and cradled his jaw, stunned. "Okay first, OW! And second, are you fucking insane! You don't go slapping people because you got fired." He snapped, slapping Sam right back across the face.

Junior heard a commotion outside of his office. He groaned and got up, walking out and sighing when he saw the scene. "Come on, Sam. Move along. You were fired. Now leave," he said before running a hand through his hair.

"John, please come this way so I can get your measurements and I can fix the clothes," Junior said, leading him into a room that had tables, cloth, papers, tape measures and more everywhere. He lead him over to the stand, waiting for him to get on it.

john flipped Sam off. "Bitch." He huffed before following Junior into the room. He stood on the pedestal and let Junior perform the fitting. He was still pissed that, that Sam kid had slapped him, but he shrugged it off.... for now.

Junior took John's measurements, writing them down on the paper. John and Sam were extremely close, so all Junior had to do was make the clothes a tad smaller and they would fit John perfectly. The thing with his clothes were, they were fitting, not tight or loose. And most of his outfits consisted of jeans and a shirt, with a blazer or a jacket. Sometimes, it was just a blazer or a jacket and no shirt. One of John's outfits was just a leather jacket with a fitting pair of blue jeans.

John liked Junior's cloths a lot better than McQueen's. He could breath, and that was a relief. They fit, and they didn't squeeze him, nor did they hang on him. John sighed. Junior was taking seemingly forever with the pinning and fitting. "You almost done, I gotta piss." He whined slightly.

Junior chuckled and stepped back. "Go ahead. Just don't mess up my clothes," he said and watched as John left the room. He sighed and leaned against the table, crossing his legs at the ankles. He ran a hand through his hair, something he seemed to do a lot. He just hoped that taking John back didn't upset McQueen too much. The last thing he needed was his career in ruins.

John went to relieve himself, careful of the cloths. He was nervous about McQueen. He was afraid of what he would do. He knew Alexander, and knew he held grudges. And when Alexander held a grudge against you, he would crush you. He returned to the room, stepping back up on the stand so Junior could finish.

Junior went back to work, not knowing what Alexander was doing behind his back. He finished pinning the clothes, telling John to take the clothes off so he could fix them.

John took off the cloths, dressing back into your normal ones. "So I'll guess I'll see you tomorrow for the photo shoot." He said, grabbing coat to leave.

Alexander sat in his office, working away. He'd break Junior, financially... and emotionally.

Junior smiled and nodded. "See you tomorrow. Have a good night," he said and sat at one of the sewing machines, beginning to fix the clothes so that they would fit John the right way.

John nodded. "You too... ANd by the way, be careful of McQueen. He won't be happy you took one of his models. I know you have experience and can take care of yourself but still... be careful." He said said before leaving the room and leaving the building to go home.

Junior sighed. He knew that he was going to be in for it. But John was worth it. He was going to leave someone in the care of McQueen now that he knew how he treated his models.

He spent the better part of the night fixing John's clothes. All this man has done is cause trouble for him. He didn't know why he was so attracted to the model. Sure, he was sexy. But he was annoying, prissy, bitchy. And they had just met! Not a good first impression.

John tossed and turned that night, Junior on his mind. THe man was a cocky, straight up ass but he couldn't help but be attracted to him. He sighed and eventually fell asleep.

THe next morning, he arrived at the photography studio for the photo shoot of Junior's cloths. He was tired, but he was a professional, so he pulled himself together.

Junior hadn't gone home that night. He spent the night making sure all the clothes were in order. He wasn't proud of what was currently keeping him up and running since caffeine wasn't enough, but no one knew so he would deal.

He got all the models ready, running around and dressing them, picking the right shoes, the right accessories, the right hairstyle and the right make up. He was like the energizer bunny. He could just keep going and going and going and... At least until his upper made him crash.

John watched Junior go. He chuckled slightly. The man needed to relax. He was up first. He went on set, and worked with the camera. John knew how to photograph beautiful. He knew which poses looked gorgeous and which ones looked awkward.

Junior should have stopped and made sure John's shoot was going well but he couldn't because of his little pick-me-up. He was fixing Alex's clothes, making sure the hung off him and hugged the right parts just right. He smiled. "Okay. When John's done, you're up," he said. Alex nodded. Junior sighed and looked around. What was there to do?