Chapter 3- Vikklan's POV

Sitting here, I realize why I love him so much. My little Lachy. Sweet, caring, loveable. He took me out of a rut when YouTube was shut down; he cared for me when I had no one else to go to. He's my best friend, but I wish he was more. He deserves better than me though. I can't even tell him where I work or my hours because I still don't know. Every night, the five of us show up, two on stage and three to make the rounds. Tonight's my night to make the rounds, with Choco because Kenny couldn't show. As I'm giving some guy a lap dance, and I feel his nails digging into my back, I see Lachlan walk in. Wait... What! Why us he here? I quickly finish up and run back stage where Brandon is laying on the ground and Preston is going to light a cigarette. Typical night. Preston looks over at me.

"Guys... What's Lachlan doing here?"

Lachlan's POV

I walk into the club slowly behind the guys. The dancers just left and I thought I spotted Vikk... But he's at work. Well whatever. The moment I sit down, a guy asks me if I wanted a lap dance, I know he doesn't work here though, because he's pissed drunk. I turn around I be faced, face to face, with Vikk. Why is he here? I thought he had to work. I put my arm on his shoulder and looked into his tear stained eyes.

"Why are you...?" He hugs me, burying his head into my chest.

"I... W-work-k here." My jaw dropped. I drag him away and into the bathroom. My baby boy works in a club! How could I let this happen? I sit on the ground and pull him close.in case you haven't guessed, I kinda love him.

"How long have you worked here?" He sighs and looks up at me.

"Since YouTube shut down. There are only 5 workers and you know them all. " This confuses me. How could I know all the workers?

"Who are the workers Vikk?"

"Preston, Brandon, Kenny, Choco and Me." My head is foggy. How could my closest friends work in this place?

"Who owns this place?!"

"T--"

"WORKERS PLEASE REPORT TO THE STAGE. I REPEAT. WORKERS TO THE STAGE" a loud voice projects over the whole club. I hear Vikk start to curse.

"Like I was saying. Tyler owns it. I have to go. It looks like I'm switching with Brandon because he's sick. " I grab his wrist.

"What's your job Vikk?"

"I'm a stripper."

Vikk's POV

There. I told him.

I stand up and Lachlan pulls me closer.

"Please don't go." He whispers in my ear.

"I'm sorry. I need money to live." I push his chest away from me.

"But I lo-.... Never mind." He lets me go. It's almost like he was going to say I love you. But he wouldn't do that, would he?

(A/N- I know guys, I seriously suck. I'm really sorry for the lack of updates. I have reasons but I bet they aren't super valid so I'm not even gonna try. But here's a new chapter for you. It's short again, I know. I suck. Well I love you all very much, will try to post some updates tomorrow, and that's it. Silvv OUT!)