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?
© 2012 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.

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14. Chapter 14

Justin

I whistled happily as I skipped into the house like a little kid. Ryan laughed at my behavior while someone else behind me scoffed with disapproval. I ignored them, however, and grabbed a beer from the fridge.

“Did yah get some Justin?” Ryan asked with a huge smile on his face.

I took a sip of the beer before hopping on the island in the kitchen. “Dude! No way!” I laughed. “I’m just kind of happy.”

“Kind of!” he yelled. “You’re like jumping off the walls, man.”

“You know this isn’t really a good thing.” Ryan and I both turned our attention to Ryan Good standing in the hallway with his arms crossed. After seeing his expression, my mood took a little bit of a detour.

“This isn’t something to joke about.” he continued to ramble on. “This business is serious. Not a fucking love game.”

I sighed with frustration. “Last time I checked nobody invaded my personal space.”

“Uh huh.” he nodded. “And last time I checked, you weren’t going around flirting with random girls.”

“Maybe I’m moving on from other burdens.” I spat.

“Look it’s not my fault that your mom is dead! What I’m saying is that you can’t build up feelings all of a sudden. You’ll be known as the softy who can’t kill even a fly.” he growled.

I jumped down from the island. “Well,” I started only to realize that I didn’t have a comeback. “I guess you’re right.”

“I am right.” he scoffed. “She’s just going to crush you all over again Justin.”

I became angry again. “But who are you to judge? You don’t even know her.”

“Maybe I know that she’ll be of no use in the future.” he started. “She’s just going to cause trouble!”

“Cause trouble!” I echoed with anger. “She’s a girl!”

“Justin you need to get your head together.” he barked.

“How about you both stop bickering okay?” Ryan Butler yelled at full pitch. “It’s doing nobody any good.”

We both decided to shut up at that moment and ignore each other for a while. Ryan Butler and I thought it would be a good idea to play video games during that period of time so we did. We went through the normal routine of having me hold up each game that I’d lose at, which was about every single one. So in reality, we never really played anything. After a while of just lying on the floor, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

From: Peyton 

Hi is this Justin?

I instantly smiled.

To: Peyton 

What does the contact in your phone say? ;)

It was only seconds before she responded.

From: Peyton 

I can't say...lol

This made me laugh because I knew what I had written as a contact name.

To: Peyton 

Why not beautiful?

From: Peyton 

Haha, funny joke. But you know what you put.

To: Peyton

Well maybe I forgot? ;)

From: Peyton

Oh please. 

To: Peyton 

Lol

“Who’s that?” Ryan startled me with the question.

“Nobody.” I continued to scroll through my phone, waiting for Peyton to text back.

He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t normally text anyone like that.”

“So?” My screen lit up with ‘new text message’.

From: Peyton 

This is kind of awkward...texting a killer and all.

I rolled my eyes to myself before sending a message in reply.

To: Peyton

Not really.

From: Peyton

Kind of 

To: Peyton

How? You know me 

From: Peyton

I don’t know the real you 

To: Peyton

What’s that supposed to mean? 

From: Peyton

Like I know what other people say about you I guess

I thought to myself for a moment before responding.

To: Peyton

Then I guess I’ll have to show you that I’m not everything that people say I am. I’ll stop by your house at 8, be ready or I might just have to kill you..

From: Peyton

Whatever :)

I tucked my phone back into my pocket as I raised myself off of the floor. Ryan gave me a weird look before doing the same thing. We both went upstairs to talk to Ryan Good again. Or in my case, apologize to Ryan Good.

Ryan Butler bolted to his room as soon as he reached the top of the stairs. Sensing that he probably wanted nothing to do with the upcoming conversation, I shrugged it off and took a seat next to Ryan Good in the living room.

We stayed in silence for a while. I was tempted to whip out my phone just so I could text Peyton again, but Ryan finally broke the awkwardness.

“Sorry for flipping out.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

I nodded and licked my lips, not saying a word as he continued.

“But I had a good reason.” Ugh. Here we go again. I sighed.

“I mean, what if you fall in love and then she gets killed or something like that?” he fixed his eyes on mine, waiting for an answer.

I shrugged in return.

“Are you even listening Justin?”

In truth, I was listening, I just wasn’t caring.

“Justin!” he waved a hand in front of my face to catch my attention. “We’re never going to get anywhere.” he sighed.  

This caught my attention. “What do you mean?”

His whole demeanor lit up. “Finally!”

“Answer my question.” I demanded with cold eyes.

“If you keep acting like a little kid, you’ll never learn how to be what you want to be.”

“And how do you know what I want to be?” I scoffed.

“Because you came to me for help!”

I suddenly realized what he was saying is true. I wanted to get my act together, so I asked him to help me.

“Yeah you’re right.” I licked my lips. “Sorry.”

“Good.” Ryan lifted himself off the couch. “You want to start?”

I tilted my head a little. “Start what?”

“You want to know how to do what you used to be able to do, right?”

“Well yeah, but that’s a lot,” I said. 

“But it’s nothing we can’t accomplish right?” he asked.

I pressed my lips together. “I guess. But how?”

“You’ll see.” he smiled. “C’mon.”

 

Ryan Good took both me and Ryan Butler over to some kind of old building. On the inside, it was big and open. The walls were covered with mats and there was many mannequin looking things lying on the floor. I also noticed a man standing in the corner of the space smoking a cigarette.

“Who’s that?” I whispered to Ryan Good and pointed to the man.

I was given no response. Instead, he smiled from ear to ear and jogged over to greet the guy, leaving me by myself in the middle of the room. Ryan Butler was running around the room picking up each mannequin and throwing it in a random direction, some of them almost hitting me. Maybe I shouldn’t join him, I thought and decided to join Ryan Good and the other guy.

“Hey it’s Bieber!” the man yelled as I jogged over to the corner where they were standing. I lifted an eyebrow skeptically at the man before turning to Ryan, who was smiling like an idiot.

“Justin,” Ryan cleared his throat. “This is Blaise, my old instructor.”

So even the Ryan Good needed training. “Hi.” I said bluntly.

Blaise laughed and stuck out his hand. “So we finally meet!”

I nodded as I shook his hand.

“So Justin,” he continued, handing me a cigarette which I gladly took. “What happened?”

I looked at Ryan who had the expression of, just answer the question. “Um.” was all I could say.

Blaise smiled. “Maybe I wasn’t clear enough;” he cleared his throat. “You’re obviously here for a reason.”

My jaw tightened at the thought. “Yes.” I replied. “I don’t really talk about it a lot.”

His expression became cold. “Well it might be a good idea.”  

I pressed my lips into a thin line.

“Unless you’d like to be the big baby in the business?” he smiled wickedly.

Feeling defeated, I explained to him about my mother. “So yeah, that’s why.” I finished. Blaise nodded and threw his cigarette on the ground, crushing it with his foot. This gave me time to glance over at Ryan, who seemed furious with my answer.

“So,” Blaise clapped his hands together. “Let’s get started, shall we?” He walked between me and Ryan into the middle of the room.

As we followed, I took the time to ask him why he was so mad. “Did I say something wrong?” I whispered in an angry tone.

“Maybe you forgot a few details.” he spat in return.

“Details.” I echoed with frustration. “What details?”

“That chick.” was all he said.

I sighed as we stopped walking and Blaise turned around to confront us. Ryan Butler also stopped goofing around, and calmly came to join us.

“Now,” Blaise started. “Ryan contacted me ahead of time, letting me know that you don’t have your famous gun.”

I nodded bluntly. I am aware of that, no need to remind me, I thought.

“So I brought the next best thing.” He held out a gun and expected me to take it, which I did.

“Cool.” I said.

Blaise nodded. “You could say that.”

As he handed a gun to each Ryan as well, I pulled out my phone to check the time. Eight o’clock. Shit! Blaise then seemed to notice my panicky demeanor and asked me what was wrong.

I rubbed the back of my neck. “I, uh, kind of have to go now.”

His expression became cold. “Why?” he spat.

I tucked my phone into my back pocket and started to slowly walk backwards “Because I’ve made other plans!”

Ryan Good became furious again. “What the fuck Justin! Get back here!”

“Sorry!” I yelled, turned around, and bolted for the door. 

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