Justin}
"Ooh, I love this!" Cassidy pulls a shirt off a rack and holds it out for me to see.
I sigh and nod. "Nice."
We've been shopping for hours, and she "loves" everything. And she puts everything back.
She crosses her arms. "You've said everything is nice."
"You've said you loved everything."
"Whatever." She grabs the huge stack of shirts that the lady at the store picked out for her, and hands them to me. "I want all these."
"No problem, anything else?"
She picks up another stack, this one of shorts and pants and skirts, and slightly smaller than the other stack. She sets them on top of the shirts. "These."
"Got it." The clothes are totally leightweight.
"I want some purses."
"Sure. Let's go pay for this stuff."
We go over to the counter, and while I'm paying, she looks at hair clips and crap.
"Alright, let's go get you some purses."
We go to another store and she picks out seven purses, each a different color.
"Good Lord, you need all those purses?!"
She looks at me like I'm an idiot. "Duh."
"Whatever." I pay for everything and we leave. And of course she makes me carry all the bags.
"Justin! Get your ass out here!" Scooter screams.
"Yeah?" Why the hell is he freakin? I hop off the bus and lean against the side of it. "What's up?"
Scooter lets out a big sigh. "Christian's going to accompany you on the tour."
"Awesome. But I already have Cassidy."
"Let me finish. I know you have Cassidy. But there's four rooms on your bus, so it'll be fine."
"So what's the problem?"
"Caitlin's coming too."
My stomach drops. "What? Why? When?"
"Next month. She wanted to come, and when Christian told her she couldn't, she threw a fit. Long story short, if Caitlin can''t come, Christian can't either."
"Oh my God." Caitlin and I haven't been on the best terms. After we broke up, she flipped out a little, and the next thing I knew she was threatening to... Forget it. It doesn't matter. "Can't we just leave her on the side of the road or something? She's smart. She'll find her way home."
Scooter laughs. "No way, kid. Listen, I know it's hard with what happened, but maybe she forgot about it."
"She didn't. She wouldn't forget about that. She's gonna hold onto it until she needs it. And now that Cassidy's here she'll think of her as a threat, and that's the end of my career." I sigh, and look at the ground. "I'll end up being a hobo."
"Who's gonna end up being a hobo?"
I jump, and spin around. I didn't even hear Cassidy get off the bus. "Uhm, nobody."
"Justin, tell me!" She puts a hand on her hip.
"It's none of your business!" I hear the anger in my voice. Stupid Caitlin, making me mad enough to take out my anger on pretty girls.
Scooter coughs. "Imma go. See you guys later..." He turns and hurries to one of the other buses.
Cassidy looks down and takes a step back. "Whatever."
"Listen. I'm sorry. But it doesn't matter. Just don't be surprised if I suddenly dissappear off iTunes." I push past her, get on the bus, and go to my room. I lock the door, collapse on my bed. I glance at my bedside table and see the picture of Chrstian, Caitlin and I. Her eyes seem to be taunting me. I pick up the picture and hurl it across the room. It hits the wall and the glass shatters. I let out a scream of fury. I barely got out of this last time. Caitlin's gonna ruin this all for me.
I hear a tentative knock on the door. "Justin? Are you okay?" calls Cassidy.
"I"M FINE!" I certainly don't sound fine. I sound furious. Because I am.
"Whatever," she mumbles. I hear her walk away. Whatever. Like I care.
I rub my eyes. Did I fall asleep? How long was I out? I sit up and look at the clock. Shit! Five hours! I jump out of bed. I run my hands through my hair. I need to calm down. I hurt Cassidy's feelings. I need to go apologize.
I'm about to knock on her door, but a noise stops me. It sounds like a guitar. Is she playing a guitar? And... singing? She's got some voice. I open the door without knocking.
She stops and looks up. "What are you doing?"
"Were you just singing and playing guitar?"
She pushes some hair behind her ear. "Uhm, yeah."
"It was really good."
"Thanks," she says, blushing.
I walk over and sit down on her bed. "Play something."
"What?"
"Play something for me."
"Uhm, okay..." She swallows and starts strumming, and singing The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert.
I'm speechless, shocked. She stops and looks at me. "It was horrible, wasn't it..." She blushes deeply and puts the guitar down.
"No! No, that was amazing! No joke!"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
She smiles. "Thank you." Then she stands up. "Now get out."
"What?"
"You were rude to me and it hurt my feelings. Get out."
"About that... I'm came to apologize. I'm just really really stressted out about something right now. I'm sorry."
Cassidy sighs. "Fine. I guess I forgive you."
"Thank you. Now..." I stand up, lean towards her, and kiss her, for a really, really, really long time.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Please Don't Go. 3
Cassidy}
"When are we leaving?"
This bus is so hot. It's like a hundred degrees in here. I'm laying on the floor, and I'm just wearing my tank top and my shorts. I took off my t-shirt awhile ago.
"Soon." Justin pulls off his jacket and throws his hat on the floor. "Oh my God, it's like a sweat machine in here!"
I giggle. "You said that in an interveiw."
"So I did," he replies, smiling at me. His teeth are perfect. I think I might be starting to have feelings for him. No, no, I can't like Justin. He's him, and I'm me. Whatever.
"Yo! Justin! We're almost ready to go!" Kenny hollers to us.
"Aight!" Justin looks at me. "You gotta pee or anything? It doesn't really matter, there's a bathroom on here."
I shake my head. "No way. I'm not getting left behind again."
He laughs. Then, the bus jolts to life, and we're off.
"How dare you? You cheated!" I shove Justin, and he shoves me back.
"How dare I? It's my bus, and it's my game. I'll cheat if I wanna cheat."
We're sitting on the floor of the bus, playing some basketball video game, and Justin's ahead by like 50 points. "You loser."
"I'm not a loser. Last time I checked I was a super hot pop star."
"Loser. Butt hole. Dummy. Jerk. Looo-serr!"
All of a sudden he jumps sideways, lands on top of me, and pins me down. "So I'm a loser, huh?" He chuckles; his breath smells like cinnamon.
"Yeah, you are a loser. A loser with very good smelling breath." Whoops. Did that just come out of my mouth?
"I have good smelling breath?" He laughs again. "Maybe we should make sure..." He kisses me lightly, just a small peck on the lips, nothing much, but it lasts about three or four seconds.
I pull away, or at least try to. Since I'm laying on the floor, it's a little difficult. He pulls away. "Why did you do that?" I ask.
"I dunno. Felt like the right time." Then he realizes that he's still laying on top of me and gets up. "Uhm, I need something to drink," he says awkwardly, then leaves to another part of the bus.
Wow. Justin Bieber just kissed me. Oh. My. Goodness.
"And this is where you'll sleep." Justin gestures to a room, then opens the door. There's a bed - probably queen or king size - a closet, and a bathroom.
"Oh my God!" My jaw drops. "This is amazing!"
"I know right." He shrugs and smiles. "My room's basically the same but the bed's different."
"Awesome." I really cannot believe this. "So, uhm, I'm kinda tired, I guess."
"Oh. Do you want me to leave so you can sleep?"
"I don't care. I'm probably just gonna go to bed soon."
"Alright." Justin turns as if he's going to leave. He pauses, but then exits the room.
I sigh, and fall on the bed. I'm about to curl up and go to sleep when I remember I don't have any pj's. I get up and walk over to Justin's room. I lightly knock on his door. He answers it seconds later.
"Hey Cassidy. Miss me already?"
"I don't have any pajamas. My stuff."
"Oh, well, hold on." He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out some basketball shorts and an oversize t-shirt. "Here ya go."
"Thanks," I say, taking the clothes.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow and get you some stuff."
"Justin, you really don't have to-"
"Give it a rest, Cassidy! I'm getting you new clothes, whether you like it or not!"
I roll my eyes, turning to leave. "Whatever."
I hear him scrambling around behind me. "Wait!"
"What?" I turn around.
Justin grabs my arm and pulls me close to him, kissing me.
"Mm!" I squeal in shock. Justin moves away.
"Night, Cass." He smiles an adorable little side smile and closes the door.
I turn, float back to my room, and lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
"When are we leaving?"
This bus is so hot. It's like a hundred degrees in here. I'm laying on the floor, and I'm just wearing my tank top and my shorts. I took off my t-shirt awhile ago.
"Soon." Justin pulls off his jacket and throws his hat on the floor. "Oh my God, it's like a sweat machine in here!"
I giggle. "You said that in an interveiw."
"So I did," he replies, smiling at me. His teeth are perfect. I think I might be starting to have feelings for him. No, no, I can't like Justin. He's him, and I'm me. Whatever.
"Yo! Justin! We're almost ready to go!" Kenny hollers to us.
"Aight!" Justin looks at me. "You gotta pee or anything? It doesn't really matter, there's a bathroom on here."
I shake my head. "No way. I'm not getting left behind again."
He laughs. Then, the bus jolts to life, and we're off.
"How dare you? You cheated!" I shove Justin, and he shoves me back.
"How dare I? It's my bus, and it's my game. I'll cheat if I wanna cheat."
We're sitting on the floor of the bus, playing some basketball video game, and Justin's ahead by like 50 points. "You loser."
"I'm not a loser. Last time I checked I was a super hot pop star."
"Loser. Butt hole. Dummy. Jerk. Looo-serr!"
All of a sudden he jumps sideways, lands on top of me, and pins me down. "So I'm a loser, huh?" He chuckles; his breath smells like cinnamon.
"Yeah, you are a loser. A loser with very good smelling breath." Whoops. Did that just come out of my mouth?
"I have good smelling breath?" He laughs again. "Maybe we should make sure..." He kisses me lightly, just a small peck on the lips, nothing much, but it lasts about three or four seconds.
I pull away, or at least try to. Since I'm laying on the floor, it's a little difficult. He pulls away. "Why did you do that?" I ask.
"I dunno. Felt like the right time." Then he realizes that he's still laying on top of me and gets up. "Uhm, I need something to drink," he says awkwardly, then leaves to another part of the bus.
Wow. Justin Bieber just kissed me. Oh. My. Goodness.
"And this is where you'll sleep." Justin gestures to a room, then opens the door. There's a bed - probably queen or king size - a closet, and a bathroom.
"Oh my God!" My jaw drops. "This is amazing!"
"I know right." He shrugs and smiles. "My room's basically the same but the bed's different."
"Awesome." I really cannot believe this. "So, uhm, I'm kinda tired, I guess."
"Oh. Do you want me to leave so you can sleep?"
"I don't care. I'm probably just gonna go to bed soon."
"Alright." Justin turns as if he's going to leave. He pauses, but then exits the room.
I sigh, and fall on the bed. I'm about to curl up and go to sleep when I remember I don't have any pj's. I get up and walk over to Justin's room. I lightly knock on his door. He answers it seconds later.
"Hey Cassidy. Miss me already?"
"I don't have any pajamas. My stuff."
"Oh, well, hold on." He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out some basketball shorts and an oversize t-shirt. "Here ya go."
"Thanks," I say, taking the clothes.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow and get you some stuff."
"Justin, you really don't have to-"
"Give it a rest, Cassidy! I'm getting you new clothes, whether you like it or not!"
I roll my eyes, turning to leave. "Whatever."
I hear him scrambling around behind me. "Wait!"
"What?" I turn around.
Justin grabs my arm and pulls me close to him, kissing me.
"Mm!" I squeal in shock. Justin moves away.
"Night, Cass." He smiles an adorable little side smile and closes the door.
I turn, float back to my room, and lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
Please Don't Go. 2
Cassidy}
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. The bus is gone. GONE! I can't believe this! They just drove off without me! Didn't anybody notice that I was gone? I flip open my phone, about to call Steph and tell her to get them to turn that stupid ugly bus around and come pick my ass up, and I notice that there's no cell service.
"Shit!" I turn on my heel and stomp back inside. I look around. There's no one in here but a young-ish looking woman and a little girl who I'm guessing is her daughter or little sister. No one here can help me. There's no way I'm getting in a car with strangers.
Sighing, I walk back outside and sit down on a bench. I feel tears spring to my eyes and I try my hardest not to cry. But it doesn't work. Soon, I'm sobbing, and I hurry back inside to the bathroom. I shut myself in one of the stalls and bawl my eyes out. There's no way they're coming back for me. I won't get home, I'll be stranded in stupid Georgia for the rest of my life. I already hate this state. I wish I'd never come on this trip anyway. Sure, most of last year was a blast, but some other times... I don't want to think about it. I won't think about it. I refuse to. I'm over it.
I sniffle a little bit, then dab at my eyes with a wad of toilet paper, smooth down my hair, and walk out of the stall. I glance at my reflection in the mirror. Oh, God, I look horrible! My eyeliner's all smudged and my hair's a mess, and mascara's running down my cheeks. I pull a hairbrush and some makeup out of my purse and quickly make myself presentable. When I'm ready, I march back outside into the gas station. I look through my purse and find sixty dollars. What I'm doing with sixty dollars in my purse, I don't know, but at least I have money.
I search the aisles for something low-carb and finally select a bag of potato chips, the only halfway decent snack I could find. I turn to go to the cash register and run smack into someone.
"Oh!" I fall back onto the ground, and hit my head a little. It's nothing serious, I know, but it still hurts.
"Aw, damn!" I hear someone say. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but I can't place it.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just hit my head." I rub my head and try to get the spots I'm seeing to go away. Wow, I'm gonna have a big bruise tomorrow.
"Are you sure? Here, I'll help you up, give me your hand, come on. Oh my God, your head's bleeding! Oh, wait, that's your hair-tie." He sounds a little panicky.
"Dude, calm down, I'm fine. My head just hurts a little. Just a headache." I start getting up, holding on to the shelf to keep my balance.
He sighs. "Okay, give me your hand, c'mon."
I reach out and take hold of his hand. "Thanks," I mumble.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I let out a sigh, and finally the spots start to fade from my vision. I'm starting to see clearer now. For the first time, I get a good look at the guy who ran into me. I gasp a little, staring into his gorgeous brown eyes. "I-I-I....I'm Cassidy."
He smiles. "His Cassidy. I'm Justin. Justin Bieber."
*AN: okay so pretend the bus is like, you get on, and there's the driver's area, and then there's the kitchen and a table, and then there's a little living room with a couch, some chairs, and a tv, and then there's four bedrooms which each are through a door and they all have a bathroom, a closet, a tv, and a dresser. yeah I know, not realistic AT ALL. But whatev.*
"Why are you here?"
"Well, I just started a tour, and we stopped for gas." Justin pops a Sour Patch Kid into his mouth and smiles.
We're sitting outside on one of the benches, talking. He gave me some asprin for my head, and bought me a soda to take them with. I told him I had my own money, but he insisted to pay.
"And then you very inconsidorately bumped into me and almost gave me a concusion." I laugh, teasing him. He laughs too, and throws a piece of candy at me.
"Take that!" He tosses another one at me and I shriek and put my hands up.
I giggle. "Stop it, stop it!"
He stops. "Sorry, but that was too funny. But seriously, you're stranded here?"
I nod. "Yep. The bus just up and left. It sucks."
"I can imagine." He takes a sip from his water bottle.
I'm about to reply when I hear heels clicking on the pavement. "Come on, Justin, let's go." A shortish woman with long dark hair stops next to the bench. She snaps her phone shut. She's wearing designer sunglasses and carrying a way expensive purse.
Justin glances at me, then looks back at his mom. "Uh, mom, can we hang out here a while longer? I feel car sick."
"Don't be ridiculous Justin. Now let's go."
"Hey, mom, listen..." He jumps up and goes over to his mom. I can see him saying something to her, but they moved away so I can't hear him. She's shaking her head, but then she stops, sighs, and nods. Justin smiles, and walks back over to me. "Hey, so, Cassidy, do you wanna come on tour with me?"
Oh my goodness. I'm not really a "Belieber" or whatever, but I'll never get this chance again. This is crazy. "Uhm, yeah! Yes! I'd love to! That'd be AWESOME!"
He grins. "Great! Well, c'mon! Aw, shit, your stuff's on that stupid bus, isn't it?" He sighs, and I nod. "Well, I'll buy you new stuff. Better stuff."
"No, Justin, I can't let you buy me stuff."
"Cass, you have no choice in this. I will buy you new clothes and everything, and you will love it." He smiles and grabs my hand. "Now come ON!" He pulls me to the tour bus, and let's me get on in front of him. I step on the bus, and I'm shocked.
"Oh my lord! This is... CRAZY!" This bus is huge. There's all sorts of crazy stuff here. I can't even begin to explain it.
He laughs, and pulls me over to a couch. "You like it?" He plops down beside me on the couch and turns on the t.v. "Whatcha wanna watch?"
"I don't really wanna watch t.v. Sorry."
He switches it off. "No problem. We got all the time in the world. What do you wanna do?"
I sigh. "I want to go to Florida. I want to lay on the beach with my best friend Stephanie, I want to get out-of-this-world manicures and pedicures from this teeny-tiny nail salon behind a Wal-Mart with my other best friend Kelly, I want to play beach volleyball with the guys and tease them about everything. I want to do what I was supposed to do this summer. I mean, this is great and all, coming on tour with you, but I'm missing my friends." I didn't mean to say that at all. I meant to say I wanted to play poker. But that's what came out. Crap.
Justin leans forward, resting his arms on his knees and looking at me. "Listen Cass, I know you miss your friends, I miss mine too. And if you want us to take you to Florida, we will. But I really want you to stay on this tour with me."
"You do? You want me here?"
"Yes, I want you to stay here."
I can't help but smile. "Okay."
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. The bus is gone. GONE! I can't believe this! They just drove off without me! Didn't anybody notice that I was gone? I flip open my phone, about to call Steph and tell her to get them to turn that stupid ugly bus around and come pick my ass up, and I notice that there's no cell service.
"Shit!" I turn on my heel and stomp back inside. I look around. There's no one in here but a young-ish looking woman and a little girl who I'm guessing is her daughter or little sister. No one here can help me. There's no way I'm getting in a car with strangers.
Sighing, I walk back outside and sit down on a bench. I feel tears spring to my eyes and I try my hardest not to cry. But it doesn't work. Soon, I'm sobbing, and I hurry back inside to the bathroom. I shut myself in one of the stalls and bawl my eyes out. There's no way they're coming back for me. I won't get home, I'll be stranded in stupid Georgia for the rest of my life. I already hate this state. I wish I'd never come on this trip anyway. Sure, most of last year was a blast, but some other times... I don't want to think about it. I won't think about it. I refuse to. I'm over it.
I sniffle a little bit, then dab at my eyes with a wad of toilet paper, smooth down my hair, and walk out of the stall. I glance at my reflection in the mirror. Oh, God, I look horrible! My eyeliner's all smudged and my hair's a mess, and mascara's running down my cheeks. I pull a hairbrush and some makeup out of my purse and quickly make myself presentable. When I'm ready, I march back outside into the gas station. I look through my purse and find sixty dollars. What I'm doing with sixty dollars in my purse, I don't know, but at least I have money.
I search the aisles for something low-carb and finally select a bag of potato chips, the only halfway decent snack I could find. I turn to go to the cash register and run smack into someone.
"Oh!" I fall back onto the ground, and hit my head a little. It's nothing serious, I know, but it still hurts.
"Aw, damn!" I hear someone say. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but I can't place it.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just hit my head." I rub my head and try to get the spots I'm seeing to go away. Wow, I'm gonna have a big bruise tomorrow.
"Are you sure? Here, I'll help you up, give me your hand, come on. Oh my God, your head's bleeding! Oh, wait, that's your hair-tie." He sounds a little panicky.
"Dude, calm down, I'm fine. My head just hurts a little. Just a headache." I start getting up, holding on to the shelf to keep my balance.
He sighs. "Okay, give me your hand, c'mon."
I reach out and take hold of his hand. "Thanks," I mumble.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I let out a sigh, and finally the spots start to fade from my vision. I'm starting to see clearer now. For the first time, I get a good look at the guy who ran into me. I gasp a little, staring into his gorgeous brown eyes. "I-I-I....I'm Cassidy."
He smiles. "His Cassidy. I'm Justin. Justin Bieber."
*AN: okay so pretend the bus is like, you get on, and there's the driver's area, and then there's the kitchen and a table, and then there's a little living room with a couch, some chairs, and a tv, and then there's four bedrooms which each are through a door and they all have a bathroom, a closet, a tv, and a dresser. yeah I know, not realistic AT ALL. But whatev.*
"Why are you here?"
"Well, I just started a tour, and we stopped for gas." Justin pops a Sour Patch Kid into his mouth and smiles.
We're sitting outside on one of the benches, talking. He gave me some asprin for my head, and bought me a soda to take them with. I told him I had my own money, but he insisted to pay.
"And then you very inconsidorately bumped into me and almost gave me a concusion." I laugh, teasing him. He laughs too, and throws a piece of candy at me.
"Take that!" He tosses another one at me and I shriek and put my hands up.
I giggle. "Stop it, stop it!"
He stops. "Sorry, but that was too funny. But seriously, you're stranded here?"
I nod. "Yep. The bus just up and left. It sucks."
"I can imagine." He takes a sip from his water bottle.
I'm about to reply when I hear heels clicking on the pavement. "Come on, Justin, let's go." A shortish woman with long dark hair stops next to the bench. She snaps her phone shut. She's wearing designer sunglasses and carrying a way expensive purse.
Justin glances at me, then looks back at his mom. "Uh, mom, can we hang out here a while longer? I feel car sick."
"Don't be ridiculous Justin. Now let's go."
"Hey, mom, listen..." He jumps up and goes over to his mom. I can see him saying something to her, but they moved away so I can't hear him. She's shaking her head, but then she stops, sighs, and nods. Justin smiles, and walks back over to me. "Hey, so, Cassidy, do you wanna come on tour with me?"
Oh my goodness. I'm not really a "Belieber" or whatever, but I'll never get this chance again. This is crazy. "Uhm, yeah! Yes! I'd love to! That'd be AWESOME!"
He grins. "Great! Well, c'mon! Aw, shit, your stuff's on that stupid bus, isn't it?" He sighs, and I nod. "Well, I'll buy you new stuff. Better stuff."
"No, Justin, I can't let you buy me stuff."
"Cass, you have no choice in this. I will buy you new clothes and everything, and you will love it." He smiles and grabs my hand. "Now come ON!" He pulls me to the tour bus, and let's me get on in front of him. I step on the bus, and I'm shocked.
"Oh my lord! This is... CRAZY!" This bus is huge. There's all sorts of crazy stuff here. I can't even begin to explain it.
He laughs, and pulls me over to a couch. "You like it?" He plops down beside me on the couch and turns on the t.v. "Whatcha wanna watch?"
"I don't really wanna watch t.v. Sorry."
He switches it off. "No problem. We got all the time in the world. What do you wanna do?"
I sigh. "I want to go to Florida. I want to lay on the beach with my best friend Stephanie, I want to get out-of-this-world manicures and pedicures from this teeny-tiny nail salon behind a Wal-Mart with my other best friend Kelly, I want to play beach volleyball with the guys and tease them about everything. I want to do what I was supposed to do this summer. I mean, this is great and all, coming on tour with you, but I'm missing my friends." I didn't mean to say that at all. I meant to say I wanted to play poker. But that's what came out. Crap.
Justin leans forward, resting his arms on his knees and looking at me. "Listen Cass, I know you miss your friends, I miss mine too. And if you want us to take you to Florida, we will. But I really want you to stay on this tour with me."
"You do? You want me here?"
"Yes, I want you to stay here."
I can't help but smile. "Okay."
Please Don't Go. 1
Cassidy}
"AGH! YOU'RE STEPPING ON MY HAIR!" Stephanie shrieks and starts hitting Kelly's ankle.
"OMG! I'm sorry, Steph!" Kelly picks her foot up and helps Steph up. "But why were you crawling around on the floor?"
"I was looking for my lipgloss, dummy!" Steph rolls her eyes and walks to the back seat of the bus. She plops down into the seat next to me. "Ohmygoodnessgracious, Cassidy. Can you believe that SOME PEOPLE are rude enough to step on someone's hair while they're looking for their lipgloss? Ugh!" She makes sure Kelly knows she's kidding and whips out her phone. "So, what's the first thing we do when we get to Florida?" She throws me a knowing look.
"Uh, go to our room?" We're on the way to camp in Florida, and we have about seven hours to go before we get there. We've been waiting for this trip for months, and its finally here. Last year was amazing, and we're sure this year is going to be even better.
"No, moron. Well, yeah, actually, I guess we do have to go to our room to put our stuff away first, but after that!"
I sigh. "Change, beach, guys."
"Yes! God, I love beach guys. They're so...beachy." She laughs and flips her brown-highlighted-blonde hair over her shoulder. "I don't know why you insist on sticking with guys from boring Indiana. I would much rather have a guy from Florida than Indiana." Stephanie hates our home state. She says the second she turns 18, she's packing up her stuff and moving to New York.
"Call me crazy, but I actually like some guys back home. And speaking of guys from back home..." I trail off as I see Zach, my current crush, walking back toward us.
"Oh my goodness gracious," Steph mutters. She pulls out her eyeliner and a compact mirror and ignores Zach.
"Hey Cassidy," he says, smiling at me.
"Hey Zach!" I reply, full of pep.
He glances down at Steph. "Hey skank."
"Hey dick." Steph replies in monotone. I hit her arm. "What? He is."
"Whatever." Zach rolls his eyes. "So, Cassidy. I was wondering. Once we get to Florida, you wanna hang at the beach with me? I bet we could get a mean volleyball game together. And you could help me organize all my stuff in my room." He winks.
"Sure! I'd love to play volleyball and hang out on the beach, that sounds really fun." I purposely leave out the part about going to his room. I know where he's going with that, and I'm not interested.
He takes the hint. "Well, okay then. It's a date." He flashes a heart-stopping smile and goes back to his seat.
I sigh. I'm about to say something to Steph about how dreamy he is, when the bus comes to a sudden halt.
"ALRIGHT! FIFTEEN MINUTE BREAK!" calls the bus driver. "HURRY!"
We all line up and get off the bus. There's a long line for the bathrrom, and I end up being last. Before I leave the gas station, I check out some of the stuff they have. Snowglobes, t-shirts, purses, teddy bears, everything. Apparantly we're in Georgia. I yawn, stretching my arms, and turn to go back to the bus. I step outside and the sun hurts my eyes. I don't see anyone I know or hear any familiar voices. I look around for Steph or Kelly or Zach or somebody, and when I don't see them, I realize it, and my stomach drops.
The bus is gone.
"AGH! YOU'RE STEPPING ON MY HAIR!" Stephanie shrieks and starts hitting Kelly's ankle.
"OMG! I'm sorry, Steph!" Kelly picks her foot up and helps Steph up. "But why were you crawling around on the floor?"
"I was looking for my lipgloss, dummy!" Steph rolls her eyes and walks to the back seat of the bus. She plops down into the seat next to me. "Ohmygoodnessgracious, Cassidy. Can you believe that SOME PEOPLE are rude enough to step on someone's hair while they're looking for their lipgloss? Ugh!" She makes sure Kelly knows she's kidding and whips out her phone. "So, what's the first thing we do when we get to Florida?" She throws me a knowing look.
"Uh, go to our room?" We're on the way to camp in Florida, and we have about seven hours to go before we get there. We've been waiting for this trip for months, and its finally here. Last year was amazing, and we're sure this year is going to be even better.
"No, moron. Well, yeah, actually, I guess we do have to go to our room to put our stuff away first, but after that!"
I sigh. "Change, beach, guys."
"Yes! God, I love beach guys. They're so...beachy." She laughs and flips her brown-highlighted-blonde hair over her shoulder. "I don't know why you insist on sticking with guys from boring Indiana. I would much rather have a guy from Florida than Indiana." Stephanie hates our home state. She says the second she turns 18, she's packing up her stuff and moving to New York.
"Call me crazy, but I actually like some guys back home. And speaking of guys from back home..." I trail off as I see Zach, my current crush, walking back toward us.
"Oh my goodness gracious," Steph mutters. She pulls out her eyeliner and a compact mirror and ignores Zach.
"Hey Cassidy," he says, smiling at me.
"Hey Zach!" I reply, full of pep.
He glances down at Steph. "Hey skank."
"Hey dick." Steph replies in monotone. I hit her arm. "What? He is."
"Whatever." Zach rolls his eyes. "So, Cassidy. I was wondering. Once we get to Florida, you wanna hang at the beach with me? I bet we could get a mean volleyball game together. And you could help me organize all my stuff in my room." He winks.
"Sure! I'd love to play volleyball and hang out on the beach, that sounds really fun." I purposely leave out the part about going to his room. I know where he's going with that, and I'm not interested.
He takes the hint. "Well, okay then. It's a date." He flashes a heart-stopping smile and goes back to his seat.
I sigh. I'm about to say something to Steph about how dreamy he is, when the bus comes to a sudden halt.
"ALRIGHT! FIFTEEN MINUTE BREAK!" calls the bus driver. "HURRY!"
We all line up and get off the bus. There's a long line for the bathrrom, and I end up being last. Before I leave the gas station, I check out some of the stuff they have. Snowglobes, t-shirts, purses, teddy bears, everything. Apparantly we're in Georgia. I yawn, stretching my arms, and turn to go back to the bus. I step outside and the sun hurts my eyes. I don't see anyone I know or hear any familiar voices. I look around for Steph or Kelly or Zach or somebody, and when I don't see them, I realize it, and my stomach drops.
The bus is gone.
Mistakes: 7
"Justin? Where are you?" I'm pacing around my room, talking to Justin.
"I just needed to clear my head. I just needed some space." His voice sounds far away, as if there's not good signal where he is.
"I understand, but I need you to come back, okay?"
"Alright. I'll be home soon."
"What did you say?" I stop pacing.
"Huh? I said I'd be home soon."
"I know. You said home."
"Oh, I, uhm, meant I'll be to your home soon."
I smile. I'm about to say something, but he hangs up. He said he would be home soon. As in our home.
I'm probably overthinking this. It was probably just a slip of the tongue. I plop down on the couch and watch t.v. for about a half hour until Justin walks in.
"Hey," he says, seeming grumpy.
"Hey babe. You alright?"
"No. I need to talk to you."
Oh no. "Yeah?"
He walks over and sits next to me on the couch. "I have to go back on tour. My mom just told me today."
"What?! I thought you paused it!"
"Yeah, about that. I didn't exactly tell my mom, or Scooter, or anyone I was pausing the tour. I just kind of left. They're really mad."
"Oh."
"And I talked to my mom about bringing you."
"You did?"
"And she said she would have to think about it."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I'm sorry." Justin gets up and walks upstairs.
I lay on the couch and quietly cry.
I'm standing in the kitchen, making a salad, when Justin walks in. He grabs my arms and pulls me into a long kiss. I kiss back, but then he starts getting more frantic, aggressive.
I pull away. "Justin. What are you doing?"
"I just love you. And I want to show you how much I love you."
I look at him. "Seriously?"
"Only if you want to."
Biting my lip, I think about what could happen. I'm gonna go for it. "I want to."
"Let's go."
We hurry up to my room.
And it's amazing.
Justin wraps his arms around me, and I sigh, leaning against his chest. "Justin, you're the best boyfriend ever."
He smiles. "I try."
"Shut up," I say, laughing.
He looks into my eyes. "I love you so much, Nicolette."
"I love you too, Justin." Even though we've said it a thousand times before, it's like it has a whole different meaning now.
Justin sits up all of a sudden. He looks away, then back at me. "I have to go somewhere."
Is he SERIOUS? "Where?"
"Somewhere. I'll be right back, though. An hour, tops."
I sigh, afraid I might cry. "Okay," I reply quietly.
He smiles sadly and climbs out of the bed and gets dressed, then gives me a kiss on the forehead and leaves.
I frown, then get out of bed and pull on some shorts and a tank top. I shuffle downstairs and grab a bag of chips, then sit down on the couch to watch t.v. until Justin gets back.
An hour and a half later, Justin gets home. Finally. I'm still sitting on the couch watching Jersey Shore, sipping a bottle of rasberry tea.
He glances at me as he walks in. "I'm back."
"Really? I didn't notice." I have to admit, I'm in kind of a bad mood.
"Rawr." He raises his eyebrows.
"Stop talking to me. I'm in a bad mood."
"I can tell. But I got the best idea." He smiles and sits next to me, turning off the television.
"Hey! I was watching that!"
"Just shut up and listen. I got the most perfect idea ever."
"What?"
"Nic, you're my favorite person in the world. I love seeing you happy, and when you smile, the whole world gets brighter. You are one of the main reasons I wake up in the morning, and if I could spend every single second with you, I would." He slides off the couch and kneels in front of me.
Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
Justin smiles up at me. "Nicolette, I love you. More than anything." He pulls a small black box out of his pocket. "Will you-"
"Waitwaitwait!" I take a giddy breath and bite my lip. I can't believe this. "Okay. Go on."
He laughs, grinning. He opens up the box and I see a gorgeous diamond ring. "Nicolette Marie Wright, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?"
I gasp and put my hand to my mouth. Oh my God. I can't believe it. Justin just proposed. To me. Justin just asked me to marry him. I happily nod. "Yes. Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" I start crying, and Justin jumps up, picks me up, and spins me around.
He sits me down and slides the ring onto my finger. I can't stop smiling.
"Oh my God, Justin. It's beautiful. Oh my God, oh my freaking God! I'm getting married!" I seriously cannot believe this.
"No, baby, we're getting married." Justin takes my hands and gazes into my eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too." Grinning, I kiss him, and I never want this moment to end.
Then, I realize it won't.
"I just needed to clear my head. I just needed some space." His voice sounds far away, as if there's not good signal where he is.
"I understand, but I need you to come back, okay?"
"Alright. I'll be home soon."
"What did you say?" I stop pacing.
"Huh? I said I'd be home soon."
"I know. You said home."
"Oh, I, uhm, meant I'll be to your home soon."
I smile. I'm about to say something, but he hangs up. He said he would be home soon. As in our home.
I'm probably overthinking this. It was probably just a slip of the tongue. I plop down on the couch and watch t.v. for about a half hour until Justin walks in.
"Hey," he says, seeming grumpy.
"Hey babe. You alright?"
"No. I need to talk to you."
Oh no. "Yeah?"
He walks over and sits next to me on the couch. "I have to go back on tour. My mom just told me today."
"What?! I thought you paused it!"
"Yeah, about that. I didn't exactly tell my mom, or Scooter, or anyone I was pausing the tour. I just kind of left. They're really mad."
"Oh."
"And I talked to my mom about bringing you."
"You did?"
"And she said she would have to think about it."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I'm sorry." Justin gets up and walks upstairs.
I lay on the couch and quietly cry.
I'm standing in the kitchen, making a salad, when Justin walks in. He grabs my arms and pulls me into a long kiss. I kiss back, but then he starts getting more frantic, aggressive.
I pull away. "Justin. What are you doing?"
"I just love you. And I want to show you how much I love you."
I look at him. "Seriously?"
"Only if you want to."
Biting my lip, I think about what could happen. I'm gonna go for it. "I want to."
"Let's go."
We hurry up to my room.
And it's amazing.
Justin wraps his arms around me, and I sigh, leaning against his chest. "Justin, you're the best boyfriend ever."
He smiles. "I try."
"Shut up," I say, laughing.
He looks into my eyes. "I love you so much, Nicolette."
"I love you too, Justin." Even though we've said it a thousand times before, it's like it has a whole different meaning now.
Justin sits up all of a sudden. He looks away, then back at me. "I have to go somewhere."
Is he SERIOUS? "Where?"
"Somewhere. I'll be right back, though. An hour, tops."
I sigh, afraid I might cry. "Okay," I reply quietly.
He smiles sadly and climbs out of the bed and gets dressed, then gives me a kiss on the forehead and leaves.
I frown, then get out of bed and pull on some shorts and a tank top. I shuffle downstairs and grab a bag of chips, then sit down on the couch to watch t.v. until Justin gets back.
An hour and a half later, Justin gets home. Finally. I'm still sitting on the couch watching Jersey Shore, sipping a bottle of rasberry tea.
He glances at me as he walks in. "I'm back."
"Really? I didn't notice." I have to admit, I'm in kind of a bad mood.
"Rawr." He raises his eyebrows.
"Stop talking to me. I'm in a bad mood."
"I can tell. But I got the best idea." He smiles and sits next to me, turning off the television.
"Hey! I was watching that!"
"Just shut up and listen. I got the most perfect idea ever."
"What?"
"Nic, you're my favorite person in the world. I love seeing you happy, and when you smile, the whole world gets brighter. You are one of the main reasons I wake up in the morning, and if I could spend every single second with you, I would." He slides off the couch and kneels in front of me.
Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
Justin smiles up at me. "Nicolette, I love you. More than anything." He pulls a small black box out of his pocket. "Will you-"
"Waitwaitwait!" I take a giddy breath and bite my lip. I can't believe this. "Okay. Go on."
He laughs, grinning. He opens up the box and I see a gorgeous diamond ring. "Nicolette Marie Wright, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?"
I gasp and put my hand to my mouth. Oh my God. I can't believe it. Justin just proposed. To me. Justin just asked me to marry him. I happily nod. "Yes. Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" I start crying, and Justin jumps up, picks me up, and spins me around.
He sits me down and slides the ring onto my finger. I can't stop smiling.
"Oh my God, Justin. It's beautiful. Oh my God, oh my freaking God! I'm getting married!" I seriously cannot believe this.
"No, baby, we're getting married." Justin takes my hands and gazes into my eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too." Grinning, I kiss him, and I never want this moment to end.
Then, I realize it won't.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Mistakes: 6
*I'm back! Sorry this took so long. I had issues with my laptop. This one might be kind of confusing, so... here. Also, I have another story I'm thinking of putting up here. It's called Please Don't Go. I think it's one of my bests. Anyway, here's the story. Enjoyyy.*
"Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Do I have to go to school today?"
He laughs. "Yes, yes you do."
"Poo." I plop down on the couch. I'm already dressed, but I was hoping Justin would let me stay home. He's been taking care of me for the past few days since I've been so sick.
He brings me a glass of juice. "Besides, I'm coming to school today."
I can feel the smile spread across my face. "You are?!"
"Yep."
"Great! And you have every class with me, right?"
He pauses, then walks into the kitchen. "Do you want any bacon?"
"No thanks. But you totally just avoided my question. Do we have every class together?"
"Are you sure? It's Canadian bacon, and I know how much you like Canadian stuff." He winks.
"Justin! Do we have every class together or not?!"
Justin sighs. "Well, you see... No."
"What?!"
"I'm sorry. I tried. But they said I can't have special treatment. I'm just a student again. Except for leaving early sometimes for recordings, photo shoots, interveiws, stuff like that."
My shoulders sink. "Oh."
"But I do have some classes with you, and then there's always lunch."
"You're right, I guess."
"You guess? I'm always right."
"Whatever Justin. Get over yourself." I smile at him so he knows I'm kidding.
I slam my locker and turn around to go to class. I'm about to walk away when Alex slides in front of me, backing me against my locker.
He smiles. "Hey Nicolette."
I try moving away, but he blocks me with his arm. "Oh, uhm, hi Alex."
"How've you been? You haven't been at school."
"Yeah, I had food poisoning. They said it was something I drank," I say, hoping he'll take the hint. Even though it was really shellfish.
"Aw, that's too bad. Well, maybe I can make you feel better..." He starts moving toward me, and I move away from him as much as I can.
"Alex, stop."
"Come on, Nikki, you know you wanna kiss me." He gets closer.
"No, Alex, stop it!"
Right as Alex is about to kiss me, I hear someone clear their throat a little behind him. "Is there a problem?"
Alex spins around, face to face with Justin. "Do you mind?"
Justin nods. "Yeah, I do." He grabs my hand and pulls me away from Alex and to his side. "Stay away from my girlfriend." He puts his arm around my waist.
Alex gets in Justin's face. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it, Beaver? Sic your bodyguard on me?"
"I will personally kill you."
I know Justin means it, and it scares me. I give him a look. "Justin..."
"I'm not scared of you." Alex laughs in Justin's face.
"You should be."
I tug on Justin's arm. "Justin. It's your first day back in over a year. Don't be stupid. You'll get in trouble."
He nods. "Let's go, Nic." He takes my hand and starts to walk away.
Alex grabs my arm, jerking me backward, and shoves me against the lockers. He smirks at Justin, then kisses me. I push at him, trying to get him away from me. I can sense Justin's anger. Then, all of a sudden, Alex is gone, and he and Justin are fighting.
I'm frozen. Justin's strong; he works out a lot. But Alex might be stronger. They're just hitting each other, and there's blood, and it's horrible. I need to do something.
"Stop! Stop it! BOYS! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" I pull Justin off of Alex, or maybe it's Alex off of Justin, and step in between them. "Boys! Stop it RIGHT NOW."
They glare at each other, and Alex storms away. Justin starts to walk away. "Justin."
He stops, then slowly turns to look at me.
"Come with me. Now." I grab his hand and pull him to the girls' bathroom.
"Wait, this is the girls' room! I can't go in here!"
"Oh shut up." I drag him inside and over to a sink. I wet a paper towel and carefully dab at his lip. I feel so bad for him. "Oh, baby, your lip..."
"It's fine."
"It's bleeding."
"It's fine."
I wipe away the last of the blood and give him a light kiss. "Feel better, babe."
We walk out of the bathroom and go to our seperate classes. I'm in a better mood since I broke up the fight, but then I remember. It's Thursday, and I still have seven hours of school to go for today. Great.
I flop onto my bed and grab my phone. Let's see... only a week of school left. I can survive this.
Justin walks in my room. "Hey."
I ignore him.
"Nic?"
Nothing.
"Nicolette?"
Finally, I sit up. "What do you want?"
He pauses. "Are you mad at me or something?"
"Yes Justin, I am a little mad."
"Why?"
"Because of today! Justin, you can't just beat people up. It's not right. You'll get in trouble. You can't get in fights anymore."
"Alex was kissing you!"
"I understand that today was different, but you need to work on that. Today was your first day back at school. First day. And you got in a fight. You think that's okay? The teachers already don't care for you since you're famous. This is just gonna make them not like you more."
Justin doesn't say anything. I hate fighting with Justin, and he hates fighting with me.
"Justin, I'm sorry. But I've just been thinking about that and... you know."
"I know. It's okay."
"Justin? You seem more upset than you should be about this. What's wrong?"
"What? Oh, nothing. It's fine. I just... lost my favorite shirt."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Okay. I'm gonna go eat something." He leaves the room and walks downstairs.
Weird, I think. I get up and follow him. He's in the kitchen talking on the phone. I hide and listen.
"Mom!" he's saying. "Mom, I can't just leave! I just got here! I don't care what Sooter wants!" He pauses for a few moments. "I don't care, mom. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here. No, listen, I- MOM!" He sighs. "Mom, if I leave now, my relationship with Nicolette is going to fall apart. I have to stay here, or we have absolutely no chance." His voice sounds tight, as if he might cry. "I need her, mom. I love her. More than anything." Justin pauses again. "I know. But doesn't he understand? Can't you tell him? Well why? He can't be that stubborn." Pause. "Oh." Pause. "I understand. I'll talk to her. Okay. Love you too. Bye." He hangs up and sighs, leaning against the counter. He puts his head down. I can tell he's about to cry.
I wait awhile, then walk into the kitchen. "Justin? Are you okay?"
Justin spins around and rubs his eye quickly. "What? Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You don't look fine. Is there anything I can do?"
He looks in my eyes. "I love you. And you love me, right?"
I nod. "Of course I love you."
"And you know for sure that I love you?"
"Yes, Justin, I know that you love me."
"Never forget that. No matter what. I'll always love you."
I nod again. "Okay."
Then he walks past me and leaves.
"Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Do I have to go to school today?"
He laughs. "Yes, yes you do."
"Poo." I plop down on the couch. I'm already dressed, but I was hoping Justin would let me stay home. He's been taking care of me for the past few days since I've been so sick.
He brings me a glass of juice. "Besides, I'm coming to school today."
I can feel the smile spread across my face. "You are?!"
"Yep."
"Great! And you have every class with me, right?"
He pauses, then walks into the kitchen. "Do you want any bacon?"
"No thanks. But you totally just avoided my question. Do we have every class together?"
"Are you sure? It's Canadian bacon, and I know how much you like Canadian stuff." He winks.
"Justin! Do we have every class together or not?!"
Justin sighs. "Well, you see... No."
"What?!"
"I'm sorry. I tried. But they said I can't have special treatment. I'm just a student again. Except for leaving early sometimes for recordings, photo shoots, interveiws, stuff like that."
My shoulders sink. "Oh."
"But I do have some classes with you, and then there's always lunch."
"You're right, I guess."
"You guess? I'm always right."
"Whatever Justin. Get over yourself." I smile at him so he knows I'm kidding.
I slam my locker and turn around to go to class. I'm about to walk away when Alex slides in front of me, backing me against my locker.
He smiles. "Hey Nicolette."
I try moving away, but he blocks me with his arm. "Oh, uhm, hi Alex."
"How've you been? You haven't been at school."
"Yeah, I had food poisoning. They said it was something I drank," I say, hoping he'll take the hint. Even though it was really shellfish.
"Aw, that's too bad. Well, maybe I can make you feel better..." He starts moving toward me, and I move away from him as much as I can.
"Alex, stop."
"Come on, Nikki, you know you wanna kiss me." He gets closer.
"No, Alex, stop it!"
Right as Alex is about to kiss me, I hear someone clear their throat a little behind him. "Is there a problem?"
Alex spins around, face to face with Justin. "Do you mind?"
Justin nods. "Yeah, I do." He grabs my hand and pulls me away from Alex and to his side. "Stay away from my girlfriend." He puts his arm around my waist.
Alex gets in Justin's face. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it, Beaver? Sic your bodyguard on me?"
"I will personally kill you."
I know Justin means it, and it scares me. I give him a look. "Justin..."
"I'm not scared of you." Alex laughs in Justin's face.
"You should be."
I tug on Justin's arm. "Justin. It's your first day back in over a year. Don't be stupid. You'll get in trouble."
He nods. "Let's go, Nic." He takes my hand and starts to walk away.
Alex grabs my arm, jerking me backward, and shoves me against the lockers. He smirks at Justin, then kisses me. I push at him, trying to get him away from me. I can sense Justin's anger. Then, all of a sudden, Alex is gone, and he and Justin are fighting.
I'm frozen. Justin's strong; he works out a lot. But Alex might be stronger. They're just hitting each other, and there's blood, and it's horrible. I need to do something.
"Stop! Stop it! BOYS! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" I pull Justin off of Alex, or maybe it's Alex off of Justin, and step in between them. "Boys! Stop it RIGHT NOW."
They glare at each other, and Alex storms away. Justin starts to walk away. "Justin."
He stops, then slowly turns to look at me.
"Come with me. Now." I grab his hand and pull him to the girls' bathroom.
"Wait, this is the girls' room! I can't go in here!"
"Oh shut up." I drag him inside and over to a sink. I wet a paper towel and carefully dab at his lip. I feel so bad for him. "Oh, baby, your lip..."
"It's fine."
"It's bleeding."
"It's fine."
I wipe away the last of the blood and give him a light kiss. "Feel better, babe."
We walk out of the bathroom and go to our seperate classes. I'm in a better mood since I broke up the fight, but then I remember. It's Thursday, and I still have seven hours of school to go for today. Great.
I flop onto my bed and grab my phone. Let's see... only a week of school left. I can survive this.
Justin walks in my room. "Hey."
I ignore him.
"Nic?"
Nothing.
"Nicolette?"
Finally, I sit up. "What do you want?"
He pauses. "Are you mad at me or something?"
"Yes Justin, I am a little mad."
"Why?"
"Because of today! Justin, you can't just beat people up. It's not right. You'll get in trouble. You can't get in fights anymore."
"Alex was kissing you!"
"I understand that today was different, but you need to work on that. Today was your first day back at school. First day. And you got in a fight. You think that's okay? The teachers already don't care for you since you're famous. This is just gonna make them not like you more."
Justin doesn't say anything. I hate fighting with Justin, and he hates fighting with me.
"Justin, I'm sorry. But I've just been thinking about that and... you know."
"I know. It's okay."
"Justin? You seem more upset than you should be about this. What's wrong?"
"What? Oh, nothing. It's fine. I just... lost my favorite shirt."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Okay. I'm gonna go eat something." He leaves the room and walks downstairs.
Weird, I think. I get up and follow him. He's in the kitchen talking on the phone. I hide and listen.
"Mom!" he's saying. "Mom, I can't just leave! I just got here! I don't care what Sooter wants!" He pauses for a few moments. "I don't care, mom. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here. No, listen, I- MOM!" He sighs. "Mom, if I leave now, my relationship with Nicolette is going to fall apart. I have to stay here, or we have absolutely no chance." His voice sounds tight, as if he might cry. "I need her, mom. I love her. More than anything." Justin pauses again. "I know. But doesn't he understand? Can't you tell him? Well why? He can't be that stubborn." Pause. "Oh." Pause. "I understand. I'll talk to her. Okay. Love you too. Bye." He hangs up and sighs, leaning against the counter. He puts his head down. I can tell he's about to cry.
I wait awhile, then walk into the kitchen. "Justin? Are you okay?"
Justin spins around and rubs his eye quickly. "What? Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You don't look fine. Is there anything I can do?"
He looks in my eyes. "I love you. And you love me, right?"
I nod. "Of course I love you."
"And you know for sure that I love you?"
"Yes, Justin, I know that you love me."
"Never forget that. No matter what. I'll always love you."
I nod again. "Okay."
Then he walks past me and leaves.
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