I wake up in Justin's arms. I didn't want to wake him up, so I quickly slip out of bed. I hear a crash downstairs. Then another. Then another. I rush down, and Justin woke up too so he followed me. I walk down and I see a broken vase. I see two more.
I walk into the kitchen, and to my surprise I see my ex-boyfriend Drake Bell. What the fuck was he doing in my house.
"Drake, what the fuck are you doing?!" I scream.
"So now you care about what I'm doing," Drake says.
"Yeah I do! You're destroying my house!" I yell.
"Yeah, well you're destroying my heart," he says.
"What do you mean? We broke up over 7 months ago." I say.
"Yeah, but guess what? I still have feelings for you Ari!" he says.
"Drake. First of all, that still doesn't explain why you're destroying my house. Second of all, you broke up with me remember? And I've moved on. So get the fuck out of my house." I say. Justin was hiding around the corner, because I told him to.
"Damn baby, you're hot when you're mad." He says. He is slowly walking towards me. I have nowhere to go. Behind me is a wall, and in front of me is Drake.
He pushes me up against the wall and breathes on my neck, sending chills down my spine. He tries to kiss my, but I manage to dodge his lips.
"Drake, get away from me." I say angrily.
Before he could say anything else, Justin says, "I would listen to her, if I were you." He says.
"Haha, and what are you gonna do about it?" Drake says.
They were only about 4 inches away from each other, and Justin lifts his fist and punches Drake across the face. Drake's mouth was bleeding, but then he picked up his arm and tried to throw a punch, but Justin stopped it with his hand and twisted his wrist around and said, "Stay away from her...I mean it."