1: Bieber

All I could hear in my head was that one name. It felt like I had been forced to hear it replay in my head for years.
Bieber. Bieber. Bieber.
It never stopped and perhaps it never will...
It always brought trouble, yet it always brought happiness..
Will it ever end?
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13. Chapter 13


I woke up in a cold sweat and my breathing was heavy and forced. I darted my eyes from left to right, looking around the unfamiliar environment surrounding me. My eyes then landed on a peaceful Justin, sleeping right next to me. I suddenly became afraid of what had happened last night. Then I realized that I’m still fully clothed so nothing happened.

“Justin.” I shook his arm. “Justin, wake up.”

He groaned and turned over so he wasn’t facing me anymore. I rolled my eyes and persisted to shake him until he woke up.

“What?” he moaned.

“Why am I still here?” I whispered with a panicky tone.

He rubbed his face with his hands and opened his eyes to look at me. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice raspy.

“I’m supposed to be home.” I rushed. “My parents are going to kill me.” I threw the blankets off of me and tried to hop out of Justin’s bed but he grabbed my arm.

“Stop.” he rasped. “I can take you home later okay? Don’t worry.”

I sighed and decided to let it go. “Okay. But why am I in your bed?” I asked.

“Nothing’s going to happen stop stressing.”

“What time is it?”

“Shut up Peyton.” he groaned.

I crossed my arms. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

He sighed in return as I got up and walked to the living room. I noticed Ryan sitting there on a laptop and he didn’t seem to notice me.

“Hey.” I whispered.

Ryan jumped a little bit before he turned around. “You scared me.” he laughed.

“Well I’m not really the scary type.” I joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Why are you still here?”

“I don’t know.” I sighed and took a seat next to him. “I tried asking Justin but he’s all, blah.”

“Yeah he’s not really a morning person.”

I nodded, not knowing what to reply with.

“How’s your shoulder?”

The question confused me at first but then I remembered what he was talking about “Oh, I don’t know.”

He laughed. “Well that sure makes a lot of sense.”

“I don’t really know what to say.” I laughed.

“Mm.” he mumbled. “I have an idea.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

“Follow me.” he shut his laptop and got up. I followed with curiosity of what he was going to do.

We ended up at the doorway of Justin’s room. Ryan smirked and brought a finger up to his lips indicating that I shouldn’t say a word. I nodded in return as he carefully walked to the empty side of the bed. I tilted my head to the side and mouthed what are you doing?

He shushed me again before violently throwing himself on top of Justin who screamed and fell off the bed.

“Ryan!” I laughed. “That wasn’t very nice.”

He sat up, trying to control his laughter. Justin, however, remained on the floor.

“Justin are you okay?” I giggled and he groaned in response.

“He’s fine.” Ryan got off the bed and walked towards the door. “Get up twinkle toes, the girl wants out.”

I rolled my eyes and walked over to help Justin off the floor. He declined my offer to help so I just stood there awkwardly.

“It wasn’t my idea.” I whispered.

He patted my arm. “I know.” and smiled. “Now what time is it, like nine in the morning? Let’s get going if you want to go so bad.”

“We don’t have to leave right now Justin.” I tried to assure him. “I’m okay trust me.”

Justin nodded in response and pushed past me, towards the kitchen. I followed with regret of encouraging Ryan to wake him up.

“Hungry?” Justin asked both me and Ryan. I shook my head and took a seat on the couch, while Ryan gladly took up the offer.

I glanced over at them every couple seconds to sneak a peek at Justin. I’ve never fallen for someone so fast before, so why am I doing it now? I wondered as I studied his features carefully. He then caught me staring at him and I shied away. I could hear him laugh behind me before walking over to the couch opposite of the one I was on.

I played with my fingers while Justin fixed his eyes on me. “You alright?” he asked softly.

I looked up into his mesmerizing eyes and fought the urge to melt right then and there. “Yeah.” I tried to smile.

He nodded.

“What about you, any broken ribs?” I laughed.

Justin smiled. “Nah I’m good.”  

“I actually changed my mind about leaving,” I started. “Can we go now? I feel like my mom’s going to kill me.”

“Uh, yeah sure.” he got up from his seat and put on his ‘famous’ black Supras. I followed, grabbing my shoes as well and putting them on while walking down the driveway to his car. Making sure we were both in the car, Justin sped off.

The ride was quiet, filled with occasional glances and smiles to one another. This, however, made the ride feel like a long one. Stop liking him Peyton; he’s not right for you. I mean look at your shoulder! I told myself before stealing a quick look at my patched up shoulder. But he helped you! He likes you too Peyton…

“Ugh.” I huffed out loud.

Justin seemed surprised. “What’s up?”

I then realized that I had said that out loud and tried not to act weird. “Nothing.” I squeaked.

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay…” the car stopped moving. “We’re here.”

I looked out my window to see my all familiar road. My stomach dropped, dreading what my parents had to say to me. We both hopped out of the car and traveled up the walkway to my house. I reached to knock on the door with regret. Justin suddenly grabbed my arm before I had the chance.

I whipped my head around to look at him. “I thought you’d be leaving by now?”

He gave me a slight glare before speaking. “No. I wanted to ask you something.” he let go of my arm and rubbed the back of his neck.

I nodded, encouraging him to go on.

“Well,” he started. “I wanted to ask if,” He suddenly stopped as the door opened, revealing my brother. As if it were a cue, Justin and I both looked up at him.

Braden’s facial expression became confused. “Pey, who’s this?” he gestured to Justin.

Wow. Amazing timing, Braden. “Uh, he’s a friend I guess.” I stuttered as I looked back at Justin who looked too calm for the situation.

“Hi, I’m Justin.” Justin smiled and stuck out his hand “Peyton knows me from school.” he lied.

Braden shook Justin’s hand and nodded. “Oh, Alright.”

I mouthed a thank you to Justin before returning my attention to my brother. “Is mom home?” I asked.

Braden shook his head. “No, she’s at work. But she’s kind of pissed at you.”

“Kind of.” I muttered.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you two alone, but you have to come in soon.” He said and shut the door.

Justin turned to me and wiped the fake smile from his face. “As I was saying, I want to take you out tonight.”

Did I hear that right? “Really?” I asked, shifting my weight between my two feet nervously.

He nodded. “Yeah, really.”

“Okay,” I started but he interrupted.

“Here.” he pulled my iPhone out of his back pocket. “I forgot to give it to you earlier.” he laughed and I gladly ripped it out of his grip. “My number’s on there, I’ll text you.” he winked.

I nodded absentmindedly as he jogged off towards his car and sped away. As I looked from my phone, to the now empty road, I wondered:

Am I really going on a date with Bieber?

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