Vicki and Justin Bieber


1. Vicki

I was sitting on my couch reading a book when I heard 3 quick, but loud, knocks on my door. Curious to see who would come over at 11:00 pm, I rushed to the door and looked through the peephole. I saw my good friend Justin standing on my porch looking furious ; teeth clenched, jaw tensed, fists clenched, knuckles white, and I guarantee if looks could kill, the plant he had his gaze fixed on would be on fire. I sighed and opened the door for him, he’s been like this ever since Selena broke up with him, either he’s severely depressed or he’s filled with rage. I hate being around him when he’s angry like this, however I’m usually the only one who can calm him down enough to where he doesn’t want to slaughter every human being on this planet, but I could already feel that tonight was going to be different.

“Vicki, I want to kill him, I’m going to kill him, I’m going to kill the piece of shit that took away the woman I love.” He rasped through clenched teeth, venom coating every single syllable of every word that came out of his mouth.

“Justin, look at me, you need to calm down before you say or do something you might regre-”

Justin cut me off, shaking his head

“No Vicki, you don’t understand, you don’t understand what it’s like to in love with someone you want but you can’t have!” He yelled at me.

But the thing is, I do understand. I’ve been in love with Justin for a year. I’ve kept it in for a year because he was dating Selena. I set aside my feelings so he could be happy, because seeing him happy makes me happy. They say nobody is perfect, but Justin comes pretty damn close, his eyes, his face, his body, his personality, his laugh, his everything is perfect.

“No Justin, you don’t understand how much I understand this, I probably understand this more than you do!” I yelled back, just as angry as him now.

“Oh really now?! Please enlighten me, because I’m pretty sure I’m the one going through the breakup here, not you!” He yelled, twice as loud now.

“Ok how about this, imagine seeing the one you love with someone else, hugging her, kissing her, holding her, looking at her the way you wished they would look at you! It’s not fun Justin!!” I screamed at him, having enough of this conversation.

Justin looked confused, he still looked angry, but now he was confused. “Who is this person Vicki? You have never ever mentioned anyone to me. Ever” he said at a quieter volume now. This is it. I can tell him now and risk our friendship, or I can lie and say no one and him get angry again. I took a deep breath, I looked up at him through my eyelashes, and and looked at him right in the eye and said in a whisper, “Because it’s you Justin, I’ve been falling hard for you for over a year now, but I put my feelings aside so you would be happy. Seeing you happy makes me happy.” I said as I felt my face heat up. Justin’s face softened, his eyes returning to the golden brown color I had come to adore over the past year. He gave me a sympathetic look and walked out of my living room, out of my house, and probably out of my life. I sighed and put my head in my hands and started to sob, because not only did I lose my best friend, I lost the man I’m in love with. Not even 20 minutes later, Justin barges into my house and before I could even get one word out of my mouth, he crashes his lips against mine, pouring all of his feelings into it. I felt my face heat up and every part of my body was tingling. Justin pulled away and whispered in my ear “Selena who?”

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