Catching Feelings (a Justin Bieber fanfic)

Justin and Anissa had been best friends ever since they were small. They had pretty much grown up together. But when Justin and Selena Gomez begin dating, their friendship is in danger. So Justin decides that Anissa should go live with him. But was that really the right decision? Or would it just bring problems for everyone?


8. Moments

Anissa's P.O.V.


The day had gone by really slow. I couldn't do anything, I felt useless. I just layed in bed all day, the darkness making every little sound more frightening then it should've been. I kept thinking about what my father had told me, his voice and words never leaving my head. Could it really be true? Were Justin and I really that distanced? Nothing really made sense, I had a bad feeling someone was lying to me. But if so, then who? On one hand, I was told that Justin and I were really close. But on the other hand, I was told that we hardly ever talked anymore. Justin seemed too kind to lie to me, and his words had sounded honest, in my opinion. But my own father wouldn't lie to me, would he?


And then, there was Jake. Who was he? If he was my boyfriend, wouldn't I have at least heard his name the first day I awoke? And if Justin was my best friend, why didn't he know about my relationship with Jake? There were so many things that just didn't add up, they didn't make sense. And the more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became. I was mad that I couldn't remember anything, it annoyed me to think that anyone could be making up fake stories about my life, and I wouldn't even know. But what really irritated me the most was that I couldn't see a thing. And it scared me to think that I might stay like this my whole life. I was afraid to live my entire lifetime in a complete darkness.


There was a sudden noise at the door, interrupting my thoughts. Footsteps coming closer and closer to me.


"Anissa," A woman spoke, in a soft and gentle tone. I couldn't really think of anything to say, so I remained in silence. However, her voice sounded so sweet and so familiar.


"Baby girl, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, I never should've let you come here to LA in the first place." She started sobbing quietly.


"It's okay, mom." I tried to console her. And unlike with my father, when I called her 'mom' it actually felt right, it felt like I knew her.


"Did you just call me mom? Honey, do you actually know who I am?" She sounded a bit excited.


"I-I think so. . . kind of." I could faintly picture the face of a women in my head, and even though it wasn't a clear picture, I could've sworn it was her.


She ran to my side and hugged me tightly as she heard my response. I hugged her back, and it hurt me to hear her cry and cry nonstop.


After a while of crying, she finally calmed down a bit and we talked.


"Can you please tell me more about my life?" I pleaded.


"Of course honey, what do you want to know about?"


"Well, Justin. Is he. . . how close is he to me?"


"Justin is a great guy, you two have always been so close. I remember when girls would make fun of you for not 'acting like a girl' he would always stand up for you. He has always been there to defend you, you two were hardly ever apart!"


I smiled at the thought of him. I didn't know much but Justin definitely sounded like a great guy, and I was determined to find out more.


"What about Jake?" I questioned.


"J-Jake?" She stuttered a bit.


"Yeah, my 'boyfriend' you know. . ."


"Ah yes, well why don't we just go home now, we'll have more time to talk about that later."




During the car ride home, both my mother and I had been quiet; both lost in our own thoughts.


"Are we going home?" I asked, finally breaking the silence.


"No, we'll be staying here in Justin's place until you recover a little bit more."


"Okay." was all I said.


"We're here." She said as the car stopped. In a matters of seconds the door on my side was opened and my mom helped me out.


"Be careful." She repeated over and over until we arrived to a room and I was laid on the bed.


"Justin will be with you in a couple minutes, to keep you company. I have to go take care of some business, but I'll try to be back as soon as possible." She explained.


"Okay." I replied.


She placed a kiss on my forehead and left. I was alone, once again. However, this time the bed where I layed was twice as big and ten times more comfortable! Maybe I would actually have a decent sleep on here.


There was a soft knock on the door.


"Come in." I knew it was Justin.


"Hey, how are you doing?" He said in a cute little voice.


"I'm fine, but I'm not a little girl you know, you don't have to speak to me like that."


"I know, I'm just. . . well. . . here I brought you something." He changed the topic, as he climbed the bed and sat next to me.


"What is it?" I asked, a bit intrigued.


"Open your mouth." He ordered.


I obeyed, and as I opened my mouth a piece of chocolate cake filled my taste buds.


"Mmm this is so good!" I exclaimed after I swallowed the piece.


"I'm glad you liked it, I had it made just for you." He spoke, in a soft voice that sent shivers down my spine.


"Thank you," I replied.


"No problem, I'd do anything for you. I remember once when we were younger, I got detention for a whole week and had to clean after school because you started a food fight, but I took the blame haha."


"Hahaha oh my God, that's so sweet." I answered, giggling.


"Aha yeah, and a couple months ago, like five guys were bothering you so I beat them all up by myself!" He added.


"Hahaha okay I'm sure that's just a lie," I replied, laughing.


"Haha yeah, but it sounds cool," He admitted.


After we finished eating the huge slice of cake, I just layed there in bed, with Justin by my side. Silence fell upon us, a peaceful kind of silence. It felt nice, very comforting.


All of a sudden, Justin broke the silence. He started singing softly and quietly, almost in a whisper, as if for no one else to hear. He sang beautifully.


"The sun comes up on another morning,


my mind never wakes up without you on it,


and it's crazy to me, I even see you in my dreams


Is this meant to be? Could this be happening to me?


We've been best of friends since we were this high


So why do I get nervous every time you walk by? . . ."

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