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.


9. Chapter 8

Peyton fumbled with the door handle. Ryan reached a hand out from behind her and opened it for her. She craned her head around to give him a smile, which he gladly returned. They had decided to leave the bar when Peyton thought she saw the shadow-guy again. Ryan simply said that she was drunk and seeing things, though he didn't sound so sure. 

Ryan wasn't drunk, thank goodness, so he was driving. Peyton had no trouble getting in and out of the car once they were back at the motel, but she did have trouble trying to keep her hands off of Ryan. 

"Pleeaasseeeee..." She begged. "It's just one kiss." 

Ryan held her arms, keeping her a safe distance away as she tried to lean up against him. "No, that would be wrong. You know that." He looked over into the shadows by some other rooms and it looked like he was glaring at something. 

Peyton frowned. "It's not wrong. Maybe I'm finally over Justin." 

"Now's probably not a good time to say that, I'm sure you still have feelings for him." 

She knew that was true. But, hey, she was drunk. She couldn't really help herself or her actions at this point. "Well whatever. I just need one kiss before I go to bed, please?" Ryan lightly let go of her arms and she made a pouty face, putting her hands behind her back as she did so. He looked down at her, lifted her chin with his fingers, and lightly brushed his lips against hers. She brought her hands out from behind her back and wrung them loosely around Ryan's neck. Then, she pulled him into her, deepening their kiss as she did so. 

I never kissed Justin like this before, was all she thought as they kissed. But there was something odd about where they were doing it--like someone was watching them. So, she slightly pulled away from Ryan and whispered into his ear. 

"It feels wrong out here," Her words were slurred. And somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that this was just completely wrong all together. "We should go in there." She pointed to Ryan's room that was right behind him. He stared at her with regret in his eyes, then turned around to unlock the door. 

She smiled, somewhat evilly, and smashed her lips onto his again, pushing him into the room as she did so. Ryan grabbed her waist and brought her up against the door, closing it shut. She grasped his cheeks with her palms and smiled against the kiss. Then, suddenly, he pulled away. 

"Okay, get out." He crossed his arms. Peyton frowned. 


"Go get your suitcases out of the car and go into your room. You need sleep and we have to do important stuff tomorrow. I'm not going to spend my night having sex with one of my best friends, that's just plain wrong." 

"Ugh, nothing's ever fair." She pounded her foot on the ground with frustration. 

"You're right. Life's not fair." He glared at her. "Now, go." 

She sighed, looked at Ryan one more time, then opened the door and walked out. She tried not to trip as she made her way over to the Range Rover. As she was getting her suitcase, she could feel the effects of the alcohol start to wear off. And the effects of her kiss with Ryan slowly making their way into the smart section of her brain. Gross, she thought.

The wheels of her suitcase made an unsettling noise as she dragged it over to her room. Thankfully, it was right next to Ryan's. Which gave her some sort of relief. Just in case anybody were to come in and take her at any point during the night. She fumbled with the key to her room, in the dark. When she finally figured out which way it was supposed to go, she heard someone clear their throat. 

She jumped and the key dropped out of her hand. "Who was that?" 

Whoever was there moved, just enough so Peyton could make out what the silhouette of them looked like. They were most definitely a boy, who was tall. Taller than her. With a jolt, she realized that it was that one shadow-guy. 

"Sorry if I scared you." He said. 

Peyton tried to glare at them. Though it was hard to glare at someone without a face. "You're the guy who's been following me. Or us, whatever." 

"I wouldn't call it that," He said with a sigh. "Just a painful lust, drawing me towards you. Not following." 

She bent down to pick up her room key, her eyes still fixed on the shadow. "Lust? We've never met before, I'm pretty sure." 

She heard him laugh. "That's where you're wrong." 

"Then who are you?" She scoffed, trying to open her room as she did so. "If we've met before, then I hope you don't mind finally revealing yourself."

The figure stood up straight. "Well I guess I have been waiting a long time to finally tell you, though, I'm not sure how you're going to react." 

Peyton crossed her arms, propping her finally opened room-door open with her foot. "Alright." 

They sighed and took another step forward. Their face was partly masked with darkness and their hood. They took their hood down, but it was still too dark to see their face. "Don't freak out." 

Then, they revealed themselves. And Peyton passed out. 


Ryan knew what happened right when he heard the thump of a body on the ground. He quickly got up from his bed and dashed out the door, right in time to see someone helping Peyton up off of the ground. He let out an exasperated sigh. 

"Dude! Why'd you have to do that now? It's one in the morning." He hissed. 

Justin looked up and smirked. That all too familiar smirk of his. "I thought that being in the dark would make me seem more mysterious. Plus, it's more fun to act mysterious than just walk up and say: 'Hey Peyton! How's it going, I'm back from the dead!'"

Ryan glared at him. "Well bring her into my room. She'll probably wake up sooner or later. Who knows anymore. She passes out a lot nowadays." 

Justin studied Peyton thoughtfully. "Yeah. I wonder why. Too many knocks on the head from Chaz?" 

Ryan sighed and went back into his room. He was awfully tired, and now he wouldn't be able to go to sleep because he had to wait for Peyton to wake up again, so when she saw Justin that she didn't scream and make his eardrums burst. Justin placed her down on the bed and kissed her forehead. Something that he's been wanting to do for four years--just kiss his girlfriend again--and Ryan suddenly felt bad for what they had done earlier. 

Justin brought a chair over to the end of the bed and sat down in it. He looked at Ryan. "I know what you're thinking. I saw what happened, but I don't mind." 

Ryan walked over to the empty side of the bed and sat down there. "I didn't really have a choice. She was drunk, Justin. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I'm the one who wasn't in her life for four years. I don't blame her for wanting to forget about all of the pain. I did the same thing." 

"You kissed other girls and got drunk?" 

Justin shrugged. "Yeah. It's not that big of a deal though. How do you think she'll react when she realizes that I'm not some kind of apparition? That I'm really alive and that I have been for the four years that she thought I was dead."  

"Well you could see for yourself," He suggested, pointing at Peyton--who was slowly stirring from her so-called sleep. She looked around the room with glazed eyes. They rested on Justin and she sat up immediately. 

Justin smiled sympathetically at her. Raising his hand, he said, "Hi." 

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