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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22. Chapter 22

Justin

I followed Peyton through the front door. She seemed mad for some reason that I couldn’t figure out by just studying her actions. I shot a glance at Ryan as I was taking off my shoes and he shrugged.

I sighed. “I always manage to do something wrong.” I muttered, which caught Peyton’s attention.

She whipped her head around to glare at me. “I’m going to go take a shower, don’t bother me.”

“If you’re going to my bathroom then I have a right to bother you.” I smirked as she walked away, causing her to moan dramatically.

I chuckled quietly and turned to Ryan. “There’s just something about her.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“I don’t know. She reminds me of…”

“Of what?” he asked.

I shrugged. “My mom.”

He nodded with no response.

I sighed. “It’s stupid anyways.”

Ryan frowned. “What’s stupid?”

I shook my head and rubbed my face vigorously with my hands “Whatever’s going on between us. It’s driving me even more insane than I was before! She makes me so happy and then she’ll make me so mad.”

“Well isn’t that what’s supposed to happen? When two people really care about each other, they drive each other crazy; but at the end of the day, everything is all good again. Until the next day.” he laughed.

I thought for a moment, trying to absorb what he had just tried to explain.

“And, you always get butterflies when you’re around that person. You just get this warm, fuzzy feeling inside which makes you want to just hold them and never let go.” he continued.

I nodded, urging him to keep going.

“You just never want to leave them and you’d do anything for them.” He managed to choke out.

I frowned. “Where’d all that come from? It explains it perfectly, but still.”

He turned around to grab a beer from the fridge. I watched as he slowly opened it and brought it to his mouth to take a sip.

“Well?” I asked again.

“I had a life before you came along Justin.” He spat which sent daggers through my chest.

“I know.” I said quietly.

He shook his head. “Her name was Samantha.”

I smiled. “Pretty.”

Ryan nodded. “I know,” he laughed. “She was just my everything. I wasn’t broken or torn apart like you are now and I didn’t need anyone, I didn’t really want anybody at the time. She just kind of showed up, and it was awesome.”

“Everything that you described.” I said.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“But Peyton is different,” I insisted. “I am broken and torn apart and I do need somebody, so why can’t this just be easy and not as complicated as it is?”

“Because we kidnapped her, Colton kidnapped her, and then her parents divorced and she was forced to live with us. She isn’t just going to love you right away because of that.”

I glared at him. “There’s more to the story.”

He shrugged. “Just go fix it bud, it’ll all work out sooner or later.”

He gave me a reassuring pat on the back before disappearing down the hall into his room. I heaved a rather large sigh before walking off to my own room to talk to Peyton about everything.

I heard the water in the bathroom still running and tried to ignore it, but I felt like it just couldn’t wait. I pushed the bathroom door open slightly, just enough for me to sneak in, and I heard Peyton humming softly. I laughed quietly which caused her to stop abruptly.

“Justin, get out.” I heard her say from behind the shower curtain.

I said nothing as I took my shirt off and tossed it on the floor.

“Justin.” I heard her say again, this time as she shut off the water.

“If you’re standing right there will you hand me that towel on the sink?” she asked with an angry tone.

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me and handed her the towel through the curtain. She ripped it out of my hands which didn’t really surprise me; then she stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around her.

I smiled. “You look clean.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t be an ass.”

“I wasn’t trying to!” I raised my hands in mock surrender which resulted in more eye rolling.

“You don’t have to try, just be yourself.” She said.

Ouch.

I sighed, trying not to get angry. “Look, there was nothing I could’ve done back there.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Oh! Really? Well. You could’ve saved me from getting killed if you really freaking cared about me.”

Surprisingly enough, I didn’t want to argue after what she had just said because I realized that she wants me to care about her. She wants to know that I care about her. So that can only mean one thing. She cares about me.

“See, you don’t care.” She continued. “You’ll never care. But it’s not like it matters, right?”

I shook my head. “No, no it does matter. Because you care about me.”

She opened her mouth as if she was ready with a comeback for what I had just said. But instead she said, “What?”

“You want me to care about you and you want to know that I care about you, so you can care about me. And you do care about me.” I smiled.

“I never said that.” She frowned.

“It’s obvious, baby.” I smirked.

I automatically knew what she was going to say.

“Is it really that obvious?” She smiled and giggled at the same time.

Or I thought I knew what she was going to say…

“Oh, I forgot something.” She said. “Don’t call me that.”

“There it is.” I laughed.

“I need clothes, I’m stealing some of yours again.” she said as she brushed past me into the bedroom. I followed her and jumped onto the bed. She grabbed some of my shorts and a t-shirt to put on and told me to not look. I put a pillow on my face, occasionally taking it off to see if she was done.

“Okay, now it’s okay to take that stupid pillow off of your face.” She giggled and lied down next to me, taking the pillow off of my face.

I turned my head to look at her. “Why is this so complicated?”

Peyton raised an eyebrow. “What’s complicated?”

“Whatever’s going on between us.”

“It doesn’t have to be complicated.” She said. “I know you’re still broken but if you want my help don’t push me away.”

I thought for a moment and licked my lips.

If you want my help don’t push me away.

I stayed silent, wrapping my arms around Peyton and thinking about her words. As she slowly started to fall asleep I made a silent promise to the both of us.

We both need each other right now and I am not going to screw this up.

Little did I know that I was going to screw it up.

Big time.

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