Sparks Flying

This story is about 17 year old Claire Williams. She is living an average high school seniors life, and she wouldn't change it for the world. One lucky day she gets picked to spend a summer with the man of her dreams, Justin Bieber. Will this be a summer to remember, or a time to forget?


12. Feelings?

"We can lay in my room, watching a movie. Like the first night." Justin says, grabbing my arm and standing me up.
I roll my eyes, "Fine, put my phone on the charger in your room while I use the bathroom." I say.
He nods and I walk down the hall into the bathroom, I close the door behind me and wash my face one more time. I wipe my hands on the towel and walk outside. I just the lights downstairs and walk up the stairs. As soon as I get into Justin's room, he's on my phone.
"Having fun?" I ask.
He laughs, "Yeah, I just kinda hacked your twitter no big deal." 
I lay on the bed and grab his phone, I quickly enter his password and go directly to his twitter account.
"How did you know my password?" He asked.
"Lucky guess?" I say.
I tweet myself immediately " @_clairew is the best person on earth, love her to death guys can't even deal."
My phone get's an alert and Justin glares at me. I soon get an alert as well.
" @justinbieber oh stop it you, i love you so much."
I retweet it and then look through his mentions. I suddenly follow a bunch of fans, because I know the struggle.
"Here." I say, handing him his phone when I was done.
He gives me mine and lays back against the bed frame right next to me.
"So what movie are we watching?"  He asks.
"Let's watch that movie Orphan, you know with that creepy little girl." I suggest.
"Alright then, Orphan it is!" He says, while typing it in on Netflix.

The movie is an hour and a half in, and I ended up snuggled right under Justins arm. I feel his breathing getting slower and slower, and look up to see his eyes shutting.
I nudge him, "Hey Justin, you can't hang?"
I laugh as he wakes up immediately, looking right at me. His expression is priceless!
"You are such a pain do you know that?" He mumbles as he manages to wake himself up a bit.
I get up and turn the light on and shut off the TV, "I've been told!"
He rolls his eyes and looks at me, "What're you doing?"
"Well you seemed to look bored so how about we just talk, or something, I don't know" I suggest.
His face brightens at the idea, "Sounds good."
I sit down right next to him and sit criss-crossed, "I haven't had this much fun in a while, like with a friend and all" I say.
"Neither have I, but you're different Claire, and I love that, alot."
I smile, "Different huh? How so?"
Justin rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath, "Well to you I'm not Justin Bieber the superstar rich kid, I'm Justin the awesome hot fun guy."
I laugh, "And how do you know if I think you're hot?"
"Well I mean it's obvious you're attracted to me, your body language shows alot." He brags.
"Oh does it now? Wanna bet?" 
"Let's bet, but just know I don't make bets I'm gonna lose hun." Justin says confidently.
"It's obvious you're attracted to me, I mean you even told me." I laugh.
Justin rolled his eyes and brushed off his shoulders, "You have no proof though so I mean, nice try."
"Oh," I leaned into him, "well if that's not true, would you mind if.." I leaned in a bit more, "I did this?" I leaned in just until I was almost at his lips.
His eyes closed and he was leaning right into me too, as soon as our lips were about to touch, I make a quick move and go in for a hug.
He shakes his head and I laugh, "Well I guess we both know who the vulnerable one here is," I say while getting up "I'm off to bed though, good night Justin!"
He looks at me and laughs, "Night Claire, sweet dreams."

It's 8 in the morning and I'm wide awake, great. I get up and head straight to the bathroom. As soon as I got out of my shower I stared at my closet for a good 15 minutes trying to figure out what I was gonna wear. I decided to go with some leggings and a tank from Pink. I sang along to the words of "You Rock My World" by Michael Jackson and sit in front of the mirror, beginning to straighten my hair. By the time I finished I've gone through Michael's entire album, and four granola bars. I clean everything up and make my way to Justins room.
"Got me feelin' some typa way, yeah some typa way," I heard him rapping loudly through his door.
I knock, "Come in loser" he yelled.
"Good morning to you." I smile, and jump onto his bed.
"Do you always have to do that when you come into my room?" He asks.
"Good morning to you too Michelle" I mock.
"And why are you looking so nice this fine morning?" He asks, checking me out.
I give him a look, "What do you mean by nice? I'm wearing leggings and a tank you creep."
"I mean, you can make anything look amazing so..."
I throw a pillow at him, "Shut up."
"Or what? You're gonna start blushing like you always do?" He smiles.
I laugh, "I do not blush!"
"Uh yes you do, you blush when I compliment you, or touch you, or get close to you.." He says.
I scoff, "That is such a lie!"
"No no no," He waves his finger, "It is the truth, you just don't want to admit it!"
"Quit playing, you're always trying to put me on the spot." I tease.
"It's fun! You get all mad and that's cute," He inches closer to me, "Really cute."
I don't know what to do, I just stay there, frozen. Justin is getting closer and closer, and I do what I have been wanting to do since the first day I got here. I grab his shirt and pull him into me, our lips meeting. His hands trailed down to my waist, causing me to fall back on the bed. He slips his tongue into my mouth and met it with mine.
We parted and he looked at me, "Damn, I've been waiting to do that for so long."

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