3: Stolen

Everything is being stolen. Their friends, their family, and their lives have all been taken away, but who's doing it? At first--it's the Prezlocki brothers. They've taken Peyton and they want Justin to take the money. But when that problem slowly subsides, other ones rise. Where's Ryan? What happened to Chaz? Who the hell is stealing all of Justin's friends, and why does he suddenly find himself going to Peyton for help? There are so many questions, but they wont last long. Soon, they'll figure out the shocking truth about it all. © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


12. Chapter 10

"Crap," Peyton bent down to pick up her new cellphone. Braden had just bought it for her a couple of days ago, and she was already dropping it. Thankfully, the screen wasn't cracked all over, so she didn't feel the need to spit profanities all over the place. 

It was kind of cold out; the wind was definitely blowing, making Peyton's hair messy. She didn't know why it was so cold, it was the middle of July--but then again, she was in Canada. 

She didn't know where she was going, but all she wanted to do was get out of the apartment. It had started to get boring after a while. And now she was on a deserted street, by herself, dropping her phone.

Wow, she thought. Her life was exciting. 

It was times like these that she longed for those times with Justin and Ryan and Chaz and everybody else. They were fun, to say the least. But they were also emotionally painful. Come to think of it, it was emotionally painful to think about it. 

She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. She had stopped in front of a small cafe, and it didn't take long for her to decide to go inside. It was warm inside, so she took her jacket off as she sat down at a table. 

She looked at the menu lazily for a moment before realizing that another girl had sat down in front of her. Peyton looked up abruptly. The girl cracked a grin and waved at her. 


"Hey Peyton," Samantha giggled. "I didn't expect to see you here. Where's Justin?" 

Peyton raised an eyebrow. "We're not together anymore. I'm here by myself." 

"That's unfortunate," She pouted her bottom lip. "Not as unfortunate as that scumbag Bieber killing my precious little Cooper-Wooper." 

"You did not just say that." 

"What?" Samantha cocked her head to the side. "Scumbag Bieber?" 

"No," Peyton said impatiently. "Cooper-Wooper...Like seriously? What kind of nickname is that?"

She twirled a piece of her hair around her finger. "It rhymes." 

"Ahh," Peyton said. "I guess that makes it appropriate, then. Anyway, why are you here?" 

"I could ask you the same thing." 

Peyton rolled her eyes. "I was cold and I needed somewhere to be that wasn't cold. Your turn." 

"Boss said you'd be around here somewhere, so I could say that I was looking for you. But it was just so convenient that I ran into you! You made my job so much easier." Samantha smiled. Peyton lifted an eyebrow again, this time with confusion. 


"Oh, yeah! Sorry. I wasn't supposed to mention any of that," Samantha winked. "Oops." 

Peyton looked at her wrist as if there were a watch on it. "Time is ticking--get to the point, princess." 

"Fine," Samantha said, examining her nails. "I'm going to have to kidnap you." 

Peyton stared at her. "Yeah right, and I'm going to have to agree to that. As if. I'm leaving," She started to rise from her chair only to find Samantha smacking her hand down on the table. 

"If you don't cooperate," She said. "There will be consequences."

Peyton shrugged. "And I care because?" 

Samantha said nothing. 

"Right," Peyton stood up again. "Well, see ya!" 

And with that, she walked calmly to the door. Once she was outside, however, she ran. As fast as she could, and she ran into somebody, almost knocking them over. Their hands caught hold of her arms as she stumbled, but the odd thing was that they didn't stumble a bit. 

She looked up--and immediately pulled away from them. A look of pain flashed across their face so quickly, that Peyton thought she must have imagined it, because they were smiling down at her now. 

"Funny that I ran into you," They said, and crossed their arms. "Well, you ran into me. That was rude, by the way. I could've gotten hurt." 

Peyton balled her hands into fists at her sides. "Don't be an ass every I run into you, Bieber."

"It happens a lot." Justin pointed out. "Do you enjoy running into me?" 

"No." She said. "In fact, I didn't plan on seeing you today, so if you'll excuse me." Peyton pushed her way past him, only to have him catch her by the wrist and spin her around so they were now so close together that not even a piece of paper could fit between them.  

She tried to push away, but his grip was too strong. "Justin," She spat. "Let go of me." 

"We have to talk, though." He pouted. 

"Well I can't talk when I can't even breathe!" Peyton managed to wriggle out of his grip so she was only standing about two inches away from him now. She pointed an angry finger at him. "You wanted to get rid of me, and now you want to talk? What the fuck do you want?"

Justin held up his hands. "If you don't want to talk, that's fine. I'll leave you alone, I guess." His voice was pained, and Peyton's mind kept screaming for her to wrap her arms around him. But she couldn't. 

"Justin," Her voice was softer now. "What is it?" 

He seemed to perk up a little bit more. "First of all, hi. We never really got to say hi to each other at all and I thought it would be poli--" 

He was about to finish his incredibly dumb sentence but Peyton had already grabbed his face and smashed her lips to his. He seemed taken aback, but almost immediately he curled his fingers gently around her arms and kissed back. Peyton knew it was random that she had done that, but she couldn't hold back from it. Plus, kissing Justin was a much better reunion than yelling at him.

Justin pulled away slightly, his hands still curled around her arms, her hands still holding both sides of his face. "Peyton, I--"

"Shh," She whispered. "Just kiss me." 

So he did. Peyton moved her hands up and tangled them in his hair. He let out a soft moan and the butterflies in her stomach started going crazy. Justin's hands crept down her back, to her waist, and finally to her lower half as he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her grip on the back of his neck. He pushed her up against the wall of a building and she pulled away, gasping for breath. 

Justin's eyes opened and Peyton looked down into them. She took a deep breath and said, "Stop leaving me. I don't care if you're dead or if you just think its right for us to be separated--just stop. We can't be separated, Justin. It's been proved impossible."  

He set her down lightly onto the ground, his hands still on her waist. "Okay." 

Peyton wrung her arms around his neck again and cocked her head. "Okay? That's all you're going to say to me?" 

He pressed his lips to hers lightly. "I love you." 

"I love you too." She whispered. "Anything else?" 

"Well..." He smirked and Peyton smacked him lightly on the arm. "I promise that I'll make up for it later, but right now, we kind of have a little problem." 

"Oh boy." 

"Yeah," Justin said, rubbing the back of his neck. "And it involves your old boyfriend." 


aslkfjlasdjglsajglasjgd JEYTON. i can't with those two like they kill me. 

Anyway, about that little contest...nobody got all of the answers right. Most of you got two of them right but the answers were, 1. Bexlaham 2. 3 months 3. German 

SOOO y'all have to wait for the new movella. :( I apologize, but I'LL MAKE IT REALLY GOOD. 

like this one c;

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