"Justin. Rose. Get up." I heard Kenny say as I opened my eyes. "You wake up easily. Justin on the other hand, he's a sleeper." I laughed. I sleep more than him.
"Excuse me." I said as I ran in the bathroom. I threw up. After 3 minutes of throwing up, Justin was still asleep.
"C'mon," Scooter said as he walked in, "you need to wake up Justin."
"Let me try." I said. Then I whispered in his ear "If you don't get up I will tell my dad, not my step dad Luke, my real dad that I'm pregnant."
"I'm up." He said as he got out of bed. "That's not fair," he said,"you know I'm scared of your dad."
"Exactly." I smiled and kissed him."But seriously get up. Madison tonight." I said as he smiled at the thought. Pattie walked in.
"Oh good, you got him up. How did you do that?" She asked.
"She played the 'I'm telling my real dad' card." Justin whined.
"I'm going to have to tell him sooner or later." I explained.
"She's right." Then Pattie walked out of the room.
"I hate when you're right." Justin said.
"I hate when I'm wrong."
"So does Luke know?"
"Not yet. Telling him tonight."
"Remind me to stay away from him tonight. I'm scared of him as much as I'm scared of your dad."
"C'mon they're nice guys."
"It's because you're their little princess, and when they found out I got you pregnant, they'll be mad."
"For a while." I said
"Yea. A long while."
"You're over reacting."
"Sure. Well I'm taking a shower."
"After me." I smiled.
"But you take all the hot water." He pouted.
"Fine, but save me some."
"Alright." I said as I grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom. I got undressed and took a 15 minute hot shower, making sure to save some for Justin. I wrapped the towel, grabbed my clothes and walked out of the bathroom. "It's all yours." I said to Justin as I walked out.
"Thanks." He said then he kissed me.i got dressed and thought about my dad.
*My dad was a little taller than Justin. He had black hair with hazel eyes. I have his eyes. I have his big smile. And his wild personality. My dad lived in Houston, Texas. So far away, since I live in Canada. I want to move to the States. It seems so much more cool. I remember when my dad explained to me that just because he lives in Texas, doesn't mean he is automatically a cowboy. I was 7. I remember when I was 12 I told dad how I've had a crush on Justin. He said that's fine, but don't do anything stupid. My father was buff. He probably had muscles on top of muscles. That had always scared Justin. When my dad came to surprise visit me, I was facetiming Justin. My dad didn't saying anything to him, but just him being in the same room, Justin chose his words carefully.*
"What are you thinking about?" Justin said. His hair was dried and he was dressed.
"How long have you been sitting there?"
"About 10 minutes." He said as he laid down on the bed relaxing. I sat next to him.
"I was day dreaming, you know?"
"Yea. Shouldn't you eat breakfast?"
"Droìt à vous." He said in French.
*Translation: right back at you*
Then we both got up and ate breakfast.
"Justin hurry up. You don't want to miss your own concert." I yelled from the door. I didn't get out because I knew there would be paparazzi. Then he walked out of the room.
"Show time." He smiled.
"Oohh. Oohh. My friends say I'm a foul for thinking you're the one for me..." Justin was singing on stage. I stood there hand in hand with Pattie. She was so proud of him. I was too. We smiled at Justin as he performed. He was so good and all I could hear are girls screaming and crying and chanting his name. Then I remembered after the concert, my mom would pick me up. I haven't seen her since I found out I was pregnant. And I knew Luke flew in tonight and come home with us. He was in Maine for a business trip. I was going have to face them both after the concert.