Back to Canada

Anna had always been that nerdy girl from Canada. The girl with the glasses, the boring clothes and the perfect grades. Everyone remebered her as that girl. But when she returns to her old school, nobody realises it's her. Is it her new start, or is it just the same life over again? And what happends when Justin Bieber, who was the worst of all in the past, invites her to his party? What happends if she goes? ...


36. ~ Pick The Right Color ... ~

Anna's P.O.V.

Life is a weird thing, you know? Sometimes, the people who does'nt ask for anything, get's all the stuff, that other people never stop begging for. Clearly, Life have decided to be a ironic piece of art, that we, ourselves, has to complete, with whatever colors we want. I did'nt ask for him to come, but he's here ... I just hope it ends well, if he even see's me ... Maybe I should 'pick the right color'? ...


I ever expected him, to be here. To be near me. Honestly, the fear I arrived to Canada with, is almost gone, but replaced my emotions. I don't know if it's better or worse.

Even though I did my best at ignorring him, he was always around me in the mall. Whatever store, shop, café I went to with my friends, he was there in the crowd.

"Girls? I have to do something ... Can you wait for me at 'Pieces'?"

Pieces was this kinda shop, that they both loved, so they did'nt mind at all.

I then turned around, and he was right behind me, so I got clear eyecontact with those beautiful eyes.

"Can I help you Justin?" I coldly asked. Honestly, I don't know why my mood was so bad. We can always ask ourselves, which color have I picked?

He sighted, took my hands and looked me in the eyes.

"We need to talk" He said with a voice so soft, that my cheeks turned slightly red.

"I've heard that one before" I mumbled, but I knew he heard me loud and clear.

"Yeah, you probably have, but only because you're worth comming back for"

I looked away, while I felt a few outrageous butterflies tickle in my stomach.

"Please" He begged.

I felt a coldness grow inside me, before I spoke my next words:

"Justin, I tried talking, okay? You shouted at me, on Christmas Eve. You did'nt care about me leaving in the cold, did you? Did'nt you think I had better things to do? My family, my friends. They were all waiting for me at home, but no. I went to see you. And you did'nt even care one single bit"
I pulled my hands away from his, but he would'nt let me go that easily.

"I cared. I still do. Let me fix this. You can't just say 'No', and expect to get rid of me that easily. Look, let me try okay? Let me invite you to celebrate New years' with me, let me take you out ... Let me sleep during your favorite girl movie"

The last one made me giggle a bit, since he was teasing me.

I sighted and looked down at the floor. I wanted to think this through, but my head was filled with words like: 'Okay', 'Yes', 'Yeah', 'Sure' or 'I'd love to' ...

"Then give me your best shot ..." I smiled lightly, before he kissed my cheek, and left.

Did I just make one of the biggest mistakes of my life?

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