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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19. Chapter 19


She didn’t cry, or frown, or do anything to show that she was upset. Except when I brought her in for a hug, she did say something.

“Even if I would’ve chosen to live here, I wouldn’t have been safe. It’s safer with you Justin. I know it is.”

This stuck with me for a while. Does she really think that? Or is it just the shock still lingering around? She would’ve been safe before, if she hadn’t bumped into me. All of the confusion was swirling around in my head, which resulted in a headache.

I pushed through though, and called off my gun handling practice so I could help her. I shouldn’t have done this because Ryan Good basically hates me at the moment. But since she’s never experienced the death of a person who was really close to her, I followed what my inner-self was screaming at me, which was, stay with her. Do not leave her side until she is strong enough to cope with it on her own, like Ryan and Chaz did with you when mom was killed.

After talking to one of the officers, whom I knew fairly well, I took Peyton back to my house. She didn’t say much aside from the somewhat sarcastic announcement that she was going to go sit on my bed and wish that her life hadn’t taken this drastic turn after all. But I wasn’t worried. This was the part of death where the people who were close to the one who has passed are in the stage of regret and denial. And I too, had gone through this stage at one point.

I decided to leave her be for a few minutes before I actually joined her in my bedroom. I talked to Ryan Butler a little bit about what had happened and he was also genuinely concerned for Peyton’s well being. I guess we’re all getting attached to her somehow. Except for Ryan Good…

Eventually, I decided to call it a day and head to the bedroom. As I walked in I noticed that Peyton was asleep. I smiled at how cute she looked as I picked her up and placed her underneath the covers. Her eyes looked red and puffy which meant she had been crying for a while.

I frowned before taking off my shirt and crawling in bed next to her. She groaned, making me wince. I didn’t plan on waking her up.

She turned her body so she was now facing me. Her eyes shot open and she looked up at me with a yawn. I smiled down at her and she did the same. 

“Hi.” she whispered.

“Hey.” I whispered in return.

She stayed silent for a moment, looking up and down my chest. 

I lifted her chin gently. “What’s up?”

Peyton shrugged. “I don’t really know. I’m starting to think my life is falling apart, and I just don’t know why it is.”

I sighed. “I don’t want to be a downer but it is falling apart.”

“Why do you think that?” she frowned.

“Well because lots of little things happened before my mom was killed and after she died, lots of other things started happening. So that’s why I do what I do.” I said.

“But, you caused the little things!” she yelled quietly with frustration before slowly moving away from me.

I rolled my eyes. “Not everything. I didn’t plan them, blame it on Colton.”

She took a deep breath before moving closer to me again. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head in the crook of her neck.

“I’m sorry.” she said softly.“I didn’t mean to snap.”

I laughed quietly, knowing that whatever she does that shows she’s angry isn’t going to bother me, considering what just happened. “Honestly its okay, you don’t have to apologize.” 

“I don’t?”

“No.” I smiled.

“What’s going to happen now?” She asked.

This confused me. “What do you mean?”

She started to make little circles on my chest with her index finger. “With us. I’ve lost the privilege to be a part of my family, and I’ve lost my best friend. You and everything that comes with you is the only thing I have left basically.”

“Well,” I started. “You did say us…”

Peyton looked up at me with a raised eyebrow. “Justin…”

I smirked. “What?”

“You really want that?”

I nodded. Because I’ve been craving this for a while now, and I might just lose the rest of my sanity if it doesn’t happen. “Just be my girlfriend.”

“I don’t know…” she trailed off.

I frowned on the inside, but smiled. “I know you want to. Trust me, you wanted an adventure and I can give you one.”

“Not a very safe one.” she mumbled.

“But you have nowhere else to go, we’re just going to be spending time with each other every day now.” I pointed out.

She turned over so she was no longer facing me. “I really like you Justin but--”

I cut her off suddenly “No buts. If you like me then why are you backing out of this?”

I heard her sigh dramatically followed by a chuckle from both of us “I don’t know I’m becoming messed up aren’t I?”

“No, you’re perfect.”

Peyton’s body stiffened up for a brief moment. “I wouldn’t say perfect…”

“I would.”

She flipped over once again so she could look at me “You’re killing me right now.” She laughed.

I smiled and tickled her, making her giggle.

“Justin! Stop!” she laughed and I continued to tickle her. “Justin, I’m serious!”

With a laugh, I resentfully stopped and frowned playfully.

She shook her head. “I have nothing to worry about.”

“Wait, what?”

“I obviously have nothing to worry about,” she repeated “So I agree.”

“Agree about what?”

“You’re clueless Justin.” she smiled.

“No! Tell me!” I whined.

She rolled her eyes. “I want to be your girlfriend.”

Wait. I don’t want to sound like an idiot but, did I hear that right? Or? “You’re kidding.”

No, I’m Peyton!” she giggled.

I smiled from ear to ear. “Aw I don’t want to be stuck with a Peyton, I wanted kidding!”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous.” she blushed and poked my stomach lightly.

I grabbed both of her wrists suddenly. I brought the back of her left hand up to my lips and planted a soft kiss on it, I then did the same with the right and let go.

A bright shade of pink crept over her cheeks as she hid her face in my chest. I laughed and kissed the top of her head before closing my eyes.

I felt like I was finally starting to get over the loss of my mom because of Peyton. I was finally starting to feel happy about my life. I finally have someone to care about again.

Everything seemed so perfect.

But in reality, it wasn’t.

My life will never be perfect.

And now, neither will hers. 

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