Justin's Girl *Finished*

Toby, is my name. I am 17. I am a normal girl, that liked to skateboard, go to the beach, shop, ect. But my mom got in contact with her friend from high school, and I got back to talking to her son..//// I was in love. In love with my mom's close friend's son.... Justin.... We hang out, go places, talk on the phone and all the other things. But my dad was to protective. What happens when I make a move? What happens when he does? Does he like me? Does he run? Did my dad, fight him? Did I run? Do I tell my parents? Do I lose everything? ....


1. The call

  "Hello?" I heard my mom in the hall say into her phone as I was on my laptop, listening to, KE$HA. "Oh my god! I haven't talked to you in ages!" I stared at my facebook screen as I listened in on the conversation. "Your coming. When! Tommorow. Sounds good! Can't wait to see you!" I slid down my laptop off my lap, and set it on my bed. I rolled off my bed and walked in the hall where my mom was standing. "Can't wait. He is welcome to come too. Yes. Mhmm. Okay hun, bye!"

  "Mom, who was that," I said as her finger hit the end button.

  "That was Pattie."

  "Who?" I said raising one eyebrow.

  "You might not remember her but she used to live next to us when you were about 2 and she used to bring over Justin. Remember?" She said trying to rejog my memory.

  "Um, Nope," I said still confused.

  "Come on," she said walking down stairs, signaling me to follow. So I did. She went into our medium sized living room, and sat on are long white sofa. She patted a spot next to her, and pulled out her Black Berry. "I have some pictures of you two when you guys were younger."

  "What was his full name?"

  "Justin. Justin Drew Bieber." I thought in my mind, that name and tried to scan a face I seen before to match that name. Nothing. I shrugged. She sighed, hoping I would remember. "You guys used to have a cute bond," she said smiling showing me a picture of the boy, 'Justin'.

  "That was the last photo his mom gave me, before they moved to the United States. But she called and said they been on a plane for 6 hours now and that they'd be in Canada by tommorow around 5AM," she said smiling at her phone.

  "Mom. How old is he?" I said looking up from the phone to look at her. I was hoping he was now my age, because from the picture he was a cutie.

  "I think he is umm...19," she started to laugh. "To old for you," she rubbed in my face.

  "How is that to old! I'm 17," I said giving her a-really-kind-of-look. She started to laugh some more.

  "Well, you wouldn't beable to get him anyway," she said stoping herself from laughing.

  "What you mean?"

  "Your dad's back from Ireland, he'll be here next week and you know how he is when it comes to boys," she said looking at the phone again then clicking off the photo. I never did like my dad, since he broke up every single one of my relationships. I was mad that he was coming home; he left to go to Ireland because it was buisness trip. He used to go on those all the time. But this was his last trip for awhile.

  "Fun," I said being sarcastic.

  "Would you stop, you only know your dad is being protective because Josh. You let him hit you, and your dad did something about it-" I cut her off.

  "I know this! But just because one guy did doesn't mean any other is!" I yelled in her face. I stood up and ran up to my room.

  "Toby!" I heard her yell as I walking in my room and slammed the door. I stared at the clock: 9:06 PM. I walked over to my bed and flopped on it. I fully shut my laptop; not even logging out of my facebook. I picked it up and put it on my night stand. I turned my lamp off that, I forgot to turn off when I followed my mother. It was just getting dark, well in Canada at lest. I jumped in my bed and went under my covers and smashed my face on the pillow and tried to go to sleep. But I had trouble, I was thinking of the boy named Justin Bieber. 'Who was he', I kept thinking in my head thinking of different faces. I just couldn't match it up. But I got lost in my thoughts and I ended up falling a sleep.

  I woke up around, 5:30AM because I heard a slam of the door down stairs. I heard alot of rumbling also. I slowly dragged myself up and rubbed my eyes as I sat on the end of my bed. I was only wearing, a tight black skin tank top and a pair of my ex's boxers. I hurried over to the door, almost falling cause I was so sleepy. But I managed to get out of my room to look over the railing that showed downstairs. I spotted my mom and another lady, and I spotted a figure laying on our couch, but I couldn't make him or her out because I could only see the bottom of the person's feet. That must be them! I just turned back into my room and jumped back on my bed and in a secound I was back to sleep.

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