Unsaid Feelings

Spencer DeSuza strives to get over her ex Dylan by avoiding the thoughts of him and going out, In the process of one of her outings, she comes across a certain Justin Bieber, With mutual feelings of heartbreak Spencer and Justin have the perfect bond, later turning into best friends. Justin gets Spencer through plenty including her ex boyfriend drama and later feelings of depression but when the charming Justin gets to her she can't help but be drowned with complicated feelings exploding in every direction. Will Spencer control these outraging feelings or will her emotions be better left unsaid?


1. Underneath It All

 "Do I even know you?" -I couldn't help but shout at Dylan.

 "No...you don't. I don't love you anymore Spencer."

The sound of the same voice that once said 'I love you' broke me. It ripped my heart open because I spent my last year on this dumb ass who is now cheating on me with a preppy cheerleader.

"I'm sorry," -he said as he left the meadow which used to be our place. Now it's just a place.

"If you break a glass and just apologize, will it fix itself?" I mumbled to myself sarcastically. I should be balling my eyes out that my most favorite person in the world just left me, but I don't. I just sat there in silence under the big maple tree where we shared our first kiss. I feel sort of empty, like time has stopped for everyone but me.

"Excuse me," -someone raised their tone at me.

"Huh?" -I replied confused.

"I said why are you sitting here in the dark?"

I looked at my watch. 9:30. Had I really been sitting here for over 2 hours not even noticing the sun go down? Oh well.

"I lost track of time," -I replied to the stranger pulling down my skirt as I stood up. I did have enough money to take the bus home but I walked the long way because there's no rush to get home and empty my room of anything connected with douche bag Dylan. The walk home was good for me. I convinced myself Dylan is not worth my tears..at least that's what I felt until I got home and saw my favorite picture of us on my bedside table. I suddenly lost it then. The rest of my night was dedicated to crying and having my playlist of sad songs on repeat.


I woke up the next morning and my face felt filthy. I got up to look in the mirror and almost screamed at the sight of my dried up tears and raccoon eyes. Spencer DeSuza is not supposed to look like this. I took a shower and wash my face. I must have stayed there for a long time because by the time I got out the sun had already rose and I could smell bacon cooking downstairs. My mom must have known something was up because she only makes bacon when she needs to tell me something or wants to make me feel better. I quickly got dressed into sweats and put my hair in a messy bun so I could get downstairs and eat bacon. Dylan didn't really come to mind until now and I could sense tears coming to my eyes but shook it off because my mom hated to see me hurt. "So what's the occasion?" -I asked with my mouth full of pancakes.

"What do you mean?" -she replied.

"Well you really only make bacon when you need to tell me something or feel bad for me."

She paused.

"I'm dating again" -she said slowly.

"Okay, so?" -I asked in confusion.

"You don't care?" -She sounded surprised.

I do care but not in a bad way and I have my own problems on my hands right now. I shrugged and swallowed the last of my food. I ran upstairs skipping every other step and stared at my closet. All I could think about was which outfit I wore to which date and then I looked around my room remembering all the items I received as gifts.

"I need to get out of this house," -I said to myself.

So I put on my favorite tight black jeans and floral top with a jean jacket, grabbed my brown leather bag and shoved The Fault In Our Stars into it. It's a great book so far but I've been so busy with everything I haven't got the time to read it. I told my mom I'd be at the library for a project and walked out the door. I fiddled with the keys until I finally got it into the car door. I loved my black convertible that I received for my 16th birthday and I've kept it in pretty good shape for the past 2 years. I needed to get my mind off things so I drove to my favorite bar and grill and took a seat at the bar. I said no to a drink knowing I'll need one much later in case I do any thinking of he who should not be named.

I finally caved in and got a peach cocktail and slowly sipped it as I read.

"Going through something?" -I heard a raspy male voice to my right.

I looked up and immediately saw two light brown coffee eyes staring at me.

"Uh..why do you ask?"

Was it that obvious....

"No reason, it's just no one comes to a bar to drink and read stories by themselves voluntarily. But while I'm asking.. how do you read if you're not sober I mean will you even remember it later?" -the unknown boy smirked at me.

He was kind of handsome and his smirk could make you melt inside. I was distracted by this beautiful male but I was flashed back to reality when he cleared his throat to capture my attention. "Oh..um it's nothing," -I answered his question from before.

It wasn't nothing. I knew that once I thought about him I'd be in tears again. This 'nothing'  is slowly tearing me apart but why should I let this unknown stranger know.

"Well it looks like more than that.. I'm Justin," -the unknown finally has a name.

"Spencer,' -I replied.

"Look I know you say there's nothing wrong but I can see it, I'm actually here to avoid my feelings as well so spill about your problem, maybe I can help." -His command was cute and innocent.

"The problem goes by the name of Dylan," I reply. I see satisfaction in his face. "Well mine goes by the name of Selena." He did a bit of a half smile.

"We could tell each other what happened," -I suggested.

"You see we could, but apparently yours is nothing. Cheers." -He chuckled and handed me a napkin before leaving.

I was sort of sad, he was kind of funny and I know I barely know him but those 4 sentences were enough to get me interested in his mysterious ways. Now he's gone. I went to wipe my mouth with a napkin and saw words written on it. I had to squint because they're sort of messy and blurry but I can see enough to know it makes up a phone number. I smiled because our conversation didn't have to end at cheers.

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