2: Shadows

Peyton is done being depressed. It's been four years since her boyfriend, Justin Bieber, was shot by a guy named Colton--and now, all she wants to see is Colton, dead. Though, the familiar shadows are distracting her, because they all remind her of her boyfriend. What happens when she finds out that she was right, all along? And what happens when more shadows get into the picture? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


11. Chapter 10

Ryan watched them as they walked as far away from each other as they could. Peyton couldn't blame him for raising an eyebrow--it was a pretty weird sight, due to the fact that they've been apart for four years, and now all they want to do is be apart from each other because it's too awkward to face the fact that they're finally together. 

"So...you guys all good?" Ryan asked. 

Peyton and Justin exchanged nervous glances. Peyton returned her gaze to Ryan and shrugged. "Kind of...I still can't really register any of this. It might take a while."

Ryan nodded. "Well, I don't really know what to say." 

"It'll all start to work out soon, we hope." Justin rubbed Peyton's back before awkwardly sticking his hands back into his pockets. 

"Alright. Any idea on sleeping arrangements?" Ryan looked at the both of them.

"Justin can have my room." Peyton said hastily. "I can sleep on the floor or something." 

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "You mean you don't want to sleep in a bed? Like next to Justin? Your now-alive boyfriend who you thought was dead but he really wasn't and all you should want is to spend time with him, but you don't want to?" 

"It's complicated Ryan. Just leave it as it is, and we'll try to work something out, I guess." Peyton said. 

He shrugged. "Okay well if you insist." 

"Justin the key to the room is on the floor over there." Peyton pointed to the ground over by the room door. Justin didn't move, he just stared at her and Ryan. "What?" She asked. "Something wrong?" 

Justin shook his head. "No, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking..." 

Her and Ryan continued to look at him, silently encouraging him to move on. He licked his lips and looked around, nervously. "Well, I know why you guys are on this road trip. And I'm not going to lie, I did stray from the path a few times along the way, 'cause I thought I was seeing things myself." 

"What are you saying Justin?" Ryan asked, clearly tired. 

"Okay so today, I was bored, following you guys around, you know? So I decided to take a shorter route to Cali-" 

"There's a shorter route." Peyton stated. "Of course there is. I wish I would've known about that." She sent daggers in Ryan's direction. All he did was shrug innocently. 

Justin rolled his eyes before continuing on. "When I got here, you guys hadn't arrived yet, and I didn't know where you were staying. So...I drove around, you know, just to see the city--since I've never been here--and I came across a few people..." 

"Who?" Peyton asked. His story was starting to become clear now, though Peyton didn't want to admit what she was thinking. She'd prefer just to ask him. 

"Isn't it obvious? Colton. I didn't confront him personally--cause he thinks I'm dead." Justin glanced over at Peyton with a frown. "Again, I'm still sorry and I will forever be sorry about not telling you." 

She crossed her arms. "Whatever about that for now. You know I still can't believe that you're standing in front of me right now, and if I wasn't still so shocked I'd kiss every inch of you. But since I still have to get the whole my-boyfriend's-dead factor out of my mind, I can't. It would be like you kissing your mom after she suddenly rose from her grave." 

After she said it, she immediately regretted it. Justin's expression was more than pained. She knew she wasn't that kind of person, but it had just slipped from her mouth. "Justin, I didn't mean it like-" 

He held a hand up. "I know and I don't really care. I deserved that." 

"Nobody deserves anything right now." Peyton said. Justin clearly didn't care, he ignored her and started to continue his story. 

"Anyways...Since Colton thinks he killed me, I thought I'd let him keep his satisfaction for a little while longer. I followed him, though. He drove to this really nice hotel, and once inside, he met up with this really familiar looking girl with bright red hair..." Justin glanced at Ryan--who's skin had drained of all color. He looked as if he'd just seed a ghost. Peyton put a hand on his shoulder. 

"Samantha." Ryan said, his expression still the same. "I knew that was her. Remember, Peyton? Back in the motel office?" 

Before Peyton could say anything, Justin butted in. "But what would she be doing in the motel office if Colton met up with her in the nicest hotel I've ever seen?" 

"Maybe she knew we'd be here." Peyton said. Both of the boys turned to look at her now, with confused expressions. 

"Why would she want to see me after so many years?" Ryan asked. 

Peyton felt the urge to glare at Justin while she said, "I don't know. Why would anybody want to see a person they love after leaving them for so long?" 

"Peyton," Justin said. 

"I don't want to hear anything from you." She snapped. "Don't apologize. Like I said, I'll make sure that you make it up to me. You have no idea how fucking broken you've left me you ungrateful-" 

"SHUT UP!" Ryan yelled. Justin and Peyton jumped, but said nothing. "Now I know the both of you have forgotten what it's like to be civil around each other since you've been separated for a long time. I have to say this reminds me of when you first met. It's basically that, all over again. I don't want to be around you guys when you bicker, it's annoying. Though I suppose old habits are hard to get rid of." He studied Justin, as if to say: Remember that one time you were being a douche? Oh wait. "Let's just talk about something other than your problems right now."

They both muttered apologies under their breath, then waited for Ryan to continue. 

"As Peyton was saying--Maybe she did know that we'd be here..." 

"So does that mean Colton knows about our plan?" Peyton asked. Ryan shook his head. 

"We don't know anything for sure, but let's just keep an eye out." 

Justin stared at the both of them. "And if you'll let me continue again, I was going to suggest that we go to that hotel and see what's up. It's almost morning anyways. Why bother with sleep?" 

Peyton rubbed her eyes, and yawned, just to bother him. "But I'm tiredddd..." 

"What time is it anyway?" Ryan felt his pockets for his phone, but didn't need to, since Justin was wearing a watch. 

"Almost three." He said. "I guess we have a little time to sleep. I haven't slept in a bed in a long time." Justin glanced at Peyton who yawned--for real this time. "I don't suppose you mind me asking for you to come with me?" 

She studied him for a moment, thinking that he was brave to ask that of her after she had just bitched on him about everything, and offered to sleep on the floor. But the more she looked at him, the more she realized that he really needed her right now. She sighed with defeat and wrapped her arms around him. "Fine." She muttered into his chest. She could feel him shiver with every breath he took. 

"You guys are messed up. Like, seriously, I'm not joking. You need to get your problems worked out." Ryan said from behind her. She and Justin both laughed. 

"Ah whatever, bro. It'll get fixed." Justin very carefully pulled Peyton off of him and looked down at her. "Come on, I'm tired too." 

She nodded, rubbed her eyes one more time, then walked with Justin hand in hand to her room. She let go of his hand to bend down and pick up the key, and unlocked the room. Once inside, Justin grabbed her from behind, picking her up bridal style, causing her to shriek. He smiled down at her. 

"I missed you. And I'm sorry that I ever had to miss you" He said. Then added, "And I love you." 

Peyton sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Justin. You already know how I feel right now, why are you trying to mess up my feelings even more?" 

"I'm not. I'm just telling you how much I love you. Let's just forget about all of the bad feelings please?" 

"What are you implying?"

He lent down so their foreheads were touching. "None of that," He whispered, his lips now lightly brushing Peyton's. "How about we just-" But he never got to finish his sentence. Peyton tugged on his shirt, pulling him down so their lips connected. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted him, because she missed him. 

At first, he seemed surprised at her gesture. That surprise was shrugged off almost as quickly as he set her gently down on the bed--never breaking their kiss. Peyton decided to be the party-pooper though, because she broke away, breathing heavily as she looked up at Justin. 

"I thought we were going to sleep, you know, since we're both tired and all?" 

"Who gives a shit about sleep?" Justin smirked. "All I want is you." 

"Really?" Peyton ignored the fact that he had just said something really stupid. She didn't really care though. "Do you want me like you wanted all of those other sex toys?" 

For a moment, Justin seemed genuinely taken aback. "No." He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. "I want you more than anything else in the world. When I had to sleep on the street every night for four years, I thought of you, because at the time you were the only thing I wanted." 

She clutched the fabric of his shirt tightly. With a shaky breath, she said: "I want you too." Then she pulled him down again, and they were kissing. They didn't try to do anything else for a long time, until Justin pulled away to take off his shirt. 

"Justin, are you sure?" Peyton traced her finger over the long scar running diagonal across Justin's chest. She remembered the night that he got that--the first time she really started to realize that she liked him. 

"I'm sure. Are you sure?" He asked, and stared at her with his memorizing gaze. She nodded, very slowly, before taking off her own shirt. "Don't worry," He said. "This is step one to making it up to you, and I promise that tomorrow will be okay. No bickering, not anything like that will happen. I just want to act normal around you tomorrow, alright?" 

Peyton nodded again, but as he lent down to kiss her--she couldn't help but think: Nothing's going to be normal from now on, no matter how much we want it to be. It'll only be normal until the deed is done. Until Colton is gone. 

It was just an empty thought, really. All she cared about was that she was with Justin, doing things that she'd never thought she'd have the chance to do. In a way it was wrong--but he seemed so genuine about it. 

Though, there was something wrong about the situation. And she hadn't been able to put her finger on it, until she opened her eyes--and saw over Justin's shoulder, in his back pocket, the gun that she thought was in her possession. 

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