Nothing Like Us

I'm was just a regular belieber who's in-love with Justin Bieber. He's not what everyone says he is. He's amazing. I love him. We made one mistake, our lives changed after that. Nothing will eve be the same for either of us.
Follow Stacy and Justin in there crazy relationship. Do they make it to the end, or will they're love die out like a candle?

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8. Full of Mistakes...

*Stacy's POV*

 

"Stacy, I gotta go." Justin said to me.

"Why?"

"Scooter called and I need to work on some music in the studio."

"When will you be back?"

"In three days."

"What?! Three days."

"I'm so sorry. I thought I had the whole week off, but I haven't worked on my music all summer. Because after the tour..." He trailed off

"You were with me most of the time. I thought you went to the studio for a week?" 

"Yeah, but it still needs to be worked on. I promise the time will go by extremely fast."

"Alright. I'll see you when you get back. Bye."

"Bye. Love you."

"Love you too." With that he was gone and out the door. Three whole days without Justin.

For the rest of the day I just watched movies in bed, and finally fell asleep.

----The Next Day----

I was search for something to watch then something caught my attention. "Is Jacy over, and Jelena starting again? Pop star Justin Bieber was caught kissing Selena Gomez at her twenty-first birthday party. Others say they went inside and when they came back outside they were "Touchy Feely" with each other.  Couple, Justin and Stacy were caught at the airport yesterday afternoon. Is there something Justin isn't telling?" At first I didn't believe he would never cheat on me. Then There was a picture of them kissing at the party. Tears immediately started running down my cheek. He told me he was working on his album that week. How could he just lie to me like that? I feel so used. I was about to call him and confront for what he did. Then I heard a knocking at the door. Who the hell could that be? It better not be Selena or Justin, I don't wanna deal with either of them right now. I went to answer the door, I realized I was in my bra and panties. "Hold on a minute." I ran to get a robe to cover myself. I made it back to the door. 

"He- Is Justin here?" It was Chaz.

"No he left yesterday. Why?"

"He said I could stay here."

"Oh, when did he say that, I believe you I just wanna know when."

"A few weeks ago. Who are you?"

"I'm Stacy."

"I'm Chaz."

"I know." 

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, it's Justin's house if he invited you over, I can't stop you." I shut the door behind him.

"So you're here alone?"

"No, you're here. See." I laughed.

"Right. So, we're here alone?"

"Yeah, Justin won't be back until tomorrow."

"Oh." 

"Yeah."

"So, what is there to do around here?" He asked.

"Whatever you want." 

"Really?" I heard interest in his voice like he was alive.

"Sure, why not. Not my house."

"So, I can run around naked?"

"No. you can't do that."

"Damn. Can I walk around shirtless?"

"N- you know what go ahead. I don't care." He stood in the middle of the living room.

"Sweet." He took his shirt off. Holy... He is better looking underneath his clothes.

"You're wearing more than me." I mumbled to myself.

"What are you wearing then?" Shit, he heard me.

"That's a bit of a personal question, isn't it?"

"No." He brought himself closer to me. He tried to untie my robe strap. I slapped his hand away, gently.

"Not happening." I looked up at him, he was looking me dead in my eyes. I looked back at his. I felt my robe fall. I couldn't move like I was in some kind of trance. His eyes darkened from lust. He pulled me close to him. He kissed me, holding me in his arms. I kissed him back. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop. We moved to the couch, he sat me in his lap, never breaking the kiss. He kissed my neck, and was undoing my bra at the same time.  "Mmmm... Chaz... " I let out a small moan.

"What the actual fuck? I left for two days and I come home to this?"

"I can explain."

"I don't need an explanation. I can see what going on. I'm not blind." He left up the stairs.

"Justin, wait! I'm sorry." I chased after him. I got to his bedroom door. "Justin, can I come in?"

"No!" That was the first time he ever raised his voice at me. I still walked in the room. "I said don't come in!" He threw a pillow at me. 

"Well, I think you deserve an explanation." I threw the pillow back at him.

"What? There's nothing you could possibly say to make it any better."

"I'm sorry. I was being stupid."

"But, why did you do it?"

"I was angry most of all I was hurt."

"Hurt? By what?"

"You. You kissing Selena at her birthday party."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb with me."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are. There are pictures to prove it. Evertime I turn on the t.v. all I hear is "Is "Jacy" over?" Justin Bieber was reportedly kissing Selena Gomez. Is Jelena back?" When I saw that I didn't believe it, until I seen the pictures. It wasn't even a friendly kiss on the cheek. You were basically sucking each other's faces in! And that hurt me. I cried when I saw that. I thought "'How could such a great guy turn out to be a jerk!'" A tear rolled down my cheek. 

"I'm not."

"Really? Then why did you kiss her?"

"I don't know."

"If you still have feelings for her, take her back because I'm not her! Don't let me get in the way of you and her. You obviously love her more." I was completely crying at this point.

"I don't fucking love her more than you!" He walked up to me fast. And got in my face " If I didn't love you I wouldn't have stuck by your side this long. I would have just paid Child Support and visit the baby after their born. I wouldn't have asked you to go on tour with me. And I wouldn't tell you "I love you" if I didn't mean it!" And with that he pushed me up against the wall, and kissed me like he never kissed me before. "The other night, I didn't just try to reassure you I love you, I also reassured myself that I love you. And now I know I love you, so much. When I walked in and saw Chaz kissing you, I wanted to kill him."

"How much did you see? I didn't even hear you come in."

"I came in when you he tried to untie your robe strap. I was happy you smacked his hand. Then you looked in each other's eye's and I saw him try to undo it again and you didn't move a muscle. I was hurt, when I watched your robe fall to the floor, watching him pull you in and kiss you like that, and unhook your bra. When he started to kiss your neck I got mad. But, I was mostly hurt by you kissing him back, and moaning his name." I could see his eyes getting glassy from the tears gathering in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry. What I did was wrong, I know. I swear it will never happen again, I promise."

"I'll never hurt you again. I shouldn't have kissed her. I don't know what I was thinking. But it will never happen ever again. I love you."

"I love you too." He walked out the room.

"Where are you going?"

"To talk to Chaz." Oh my... I better follow after him.

*Justin's POV*

"Chaz?" I yelled at him.

"What?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Speak."

"You kissed my girlfriend, bro."

"She's your girlfriend? Bro, I swear I didn't know."

"What? How did you now know?"

"No one told me. You never talked about a girl to me." I saw Stacy look at me with a raised eyebrow. "She never said she was, she just said her name was Stacy." I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I thought she was just some hot girl. I wasn't gonna question it."

"Really? You didn't think to say something like that." I turned towards Stacy, who was no longer in site, but I know where she went. I'll talk to her later.

"Thanks for telling the truth, bro. And if you ever kiss or touch her again." I looked him dead in his eyes "you will regret it." I left him off with that.

"Stacy?" I called for her as I headed towards my room.

"Yes?" She tried to say so innocently. I opened the room to my bedroom door and walked inside closing it behind me.

"You didn't tell him you're my girlfriend."

"I figured he already knew. I guess I was wrong."

"But, you never mentioned it."

"It never came up in conversation..." She trailed off.

"When he asked you who you were you should have said "I'm Stacy, Justin's girlfriend." or something like that."

"Like I said earlier I don't know what I was thinking. Common sense should have hinted I'm your girlfriend."

"So, you're saying it's his fault?"

"No."

"So, It's my fault?"

"No, I mean you could have told your friend you have a girlfriend." She mumbled lowly, not wanting me to hear her.

"What!? How could you just blame me?"

"I'm not saying, It's your fault. No matter how you look at it, it's my fault. I'm sorry. If I could take it back I would, but I can't. I can't go back in time and stop myself. Unfortunately science hasn't found away to do that." 

"Yeah, if we could I'd go back and stop myself from getting your ass pregnant." She ran out the room crying. Why the fuck did I say that? "Stacy, I'm sorry." I didn't get answer. I went down stairs to see where she went. "Chaz, where's Stacy?" 

"She went out the door." Sometimes I wanted to fucking slap him. I ran out the door looking for Stacy. 

"Stacy! Please come back."

"No!" I heard her voice faintly.

"Please, I love you!"

"No you don't. You want me out your life, well I'm leaving!" 

"I don't want you out my life." I finally caught up to her, in the back yard.

"I'm sorry, If all this was a giant mistake."

"That didn't come out the way it was suppose to."

"Really? Please tell me what you meant by that."

"I meant I wouldn't got you pregnant, I didn't exactly want to start a family just yet. I'm glad it's with you." I picked her up like a baby and carried her back in the house.

"Put me down!" She yelled at me.

"No."

"Excuse me? I'm an adult, you can't just pick me up and take me somewhere."

"If you act like a child I'll treat you like a child." She looked at me confused. 

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're acting like a little kid. And my house my rules."

"Well, I tried to leave your house, but that didn't really work."

"Rule one you can't leave."

"You can't just tell me what to do. One I'm not a child. Two I'm not your child. Three put me down!"

"Nope." I put her over my shoulder. She slapped my ass.

"Put me down." 

"No." She slapped my ass again. "Why are you slapping my ass?"

"If you don't put me down I'll whoop your ass."

"You can't whoop me."

"Why can't I?"

"Because, I'm an adult..." I trailed off.

"For the same reason, you can't pick me up and carry me in the house. Now, put me down."

"Hmmm, No." She slapped my ass again, so I slapped hers. She squealed. 

"Justin Bieber, put me down." She moved around trying to loosen my grip.

"Stacy Johnson, not happening." She slapped my ass, I slapped her's.

"Stop slapping my ass!" 

"No!" I slapped her ass again, with a smirk on my face.

"I didn't even hit you. What the fuck?" I slapped her ass again.

"Don't cuss at me." 

"I'll fucking cuss at your ass, if I fucking want to, damn it."

"That's four."

"What?" I slapped her ass four times.

"You bitch." I slapped her again. When is she gonna learn? I finally put her down on the bed in my room. She turned her head so she couldn't look at me.

"Why won't you look at me?" I smirked. 

"You fuc-" I raised my eyebrow at her. "You whooped me like a kid."

"Well, stop acting like one." I sat down next to her.

"I'm not acting like a little kid. I just don't like getting my ass slapped." I slapped her ass.

"You fucking little-" I slapped her again. And with that she pushed me down and got on top of me. "Listen, your gonna stop slapping my fucking ass." I slapped her ass twice. "Mmmm. Stop it! " She moaned, I think she kinda likes it. 

"I see."

"You see what?"

"You like it."

"Like what?"

"You like when I slap your ass. It turns you on."

"No it doesn't. You're fucking crazy."

"See. That's why you keep cussing at me, cause you know I'm gonna slap your ass. By the way." I slapped her ass again. She made a face at me. "That face you made, is the same face you made the other night." She bent down and kissed me, hard. I was right. I knew she liked it this whole time, she squealed the first time, and I could defiantly tell after she moaned. 

 

 

 

 

Sorry for all the cuss words in there so much, Stacy just wouldn't learn. 

They're not fighting, just an argument.

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