Platinum Heart

Winter Rose Ridland has always been rich. She's used to the maids cleaning for her, the butlers fetching her food, the kids at school bowing down before her, and the constant spending money--but what she isn't used to is surprise road trips. When her dad decides that it's time to send her to boarding school, the family packs up and leaves. What they weren't expecting was a freak car accident, and what Winter wasn't expecting was to survive--and more importantly, she wasn't expecting herself to be found. Will she find a way back to her old life, or will the boy who saves her show her a different one? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


16. 16: The First and The Last Time

I wake up in an unrecognizable bedroom. Justin is sitting on the bed next to me with his laptop in his lap, and when I move he looks down. 

"Good morning sleepy head." he says with a faint smile. I try to smile back, but it comes out as a grimace. 

"Did you sleep in here too?" I ask.

Justin shakes his head. "Nope. I'm in the room across the hall. I just came in here when I woke up to see if you were awake but you weren't. I still wanted to stay though, so I did." 

"Oh." I say. "You on twitter?" I look over at his computer. 

He hesitates. 

I sigh. "It's okay. I'm not mad anymore." 

"Well, good, because I'm on twitter." 

I sit up and scoot closer to him so our shoulders are touching. I feel his gaze on me for a moment, but I don't tear mine away from the computer screen. I'm appalled by the fact that he isn't on a fake twitter account. He's on his.

My eyes widen. "But I thought..." 

Justin grins. "They all think it's Scooter." 

"How can they tell you're online?" 

Without speaking, he turns the screen towards me so I can read what ever is on there.


MSG. Tomorrow night. Be there, Justin's team has an announcement. 

My eyes widen. "Madison Square Garden? Tomorrow?" I smile. "We're going to New York tomorrow?" 

Justin smiles back and closes the laptop. "Tonight, actually. We leave in a few hours. You should get packing." 

I cross my arms. "Oh, so now I need to pack clothes. How am I supposed to do that...when I don't have any?" 

"Good point. There's someone here to help you with that. I want you to meet her." Justin says as he hops off of the bed. I twirl a piece of hair around my finger. 

"You want me to meet someone when I look like this?" I argue. Truthfully, I really don't care what I look like in front of one of Justin's famous friends. I'm not trying to impress them. I just don't want to meet them. Justin is enough famous people by himself to fill up my life. 

"Take a shower and I'll leave clothes outside the door." he answers. "When you're ready, just go to the room across the hall, which is mine." 

I nod, and then force him to leave my room. The corner of his mouth twitches up before he closes the door, and I wonder why he finds so much pleasure in bothering me lately. I assume he's just excited. There is going to be a lot going on in his life soon enough, and he wants to make the most of his last moments of quietness. 



After I shower and dress, I go across the hall to Justin's room. He's waiting inside, but from what I see it looks like he's just showered too, and I find it hard to tear my gaze away from his bare chest. 

Justin walks over to me and lifts my chin up. He smirks. "My eyes are up here." 

I smack his arm and he drops it, laughing. "Oh, shut up and put a shirt on." 

He does put a shirt on, and I'm thankful. But, he continues to be annoying. "You know, when we first met you were very uptight, it seemed, and you also weren't as tolerant of me." he says. "I'm surprised you aren't uncomfortable around me still." 

I shrug. "I guess that means we're good friends then, if I'm not uncomfortable around you." 

Justin lifts an eyebrow. 

"I mean, of course I felt like that at first, but now I feel like we've known each other for so long. Plus, with my parents gone and you stepping in, it just feels like you're part of my family. Like my brother, who is also dead. Except you're not dead, well not anymore." 

"Brother?" his demeanor seems somewhat disappointed. "I never knew you had a brother." 

I smile. "Well now you know. And now I have a best friend and a brother. Two thing's I've always missed and wanted." 

"Hey, let's not get sentimental now." he laughs. "I'm just glad you aren't the girl I saved from that car crash anymore. I would have gone crazy if I'd saved a girl who became depressed for the rest of her life because of the loss of her family." 

"I'm glad I'm not like that, too." I smile again and sit down on the edge of his bed. "So, where are we going and who are we meeting?" 

"Ooh, I'm also glad you forgive me easily." he says. 

"Why is that?" 

"Because I'm not going to tell you, and I have a feeling that's going to frustrate you." Justin grins. "But at least you'll forgive me." 

"I will, but don't wear out that awesome feature of mine. Forgiveness is easy but I can choose not to do it." I say and he just continues to smile. 

"I promise I will not wear that out. I might need it." he says and runs a hand through his hair. 

I smack his arm. "You will need it, idiot." 

"Getting a little wordy now aren't we?" Justin laughs. "You're like Ryan." 

"I am not like Ryan. Please don't ever say that again." 

He stares at me. "What's gotten into you lately? Something's changed. It's like you're a completely different person." 

I glance back at him and take a deep breath. I was hoping that he wouldn't notice. "I...yeah, you're right." I say. "Honestly, I'm just feeling a little antsy about leaving tonight and about tomorrow and about everything. It's stressful and I'm not even in the spotlight yet." 

Justin nods. "I understand. I'm actually supernervous, but it's okay. Everything will work out fine, okay?" 

I nod. "Okay. Sorry if my 'acting like a real teenage girl who hates her bestfriend' was making you mad or something. I'm usually never like that." 

He laughs a little. "It's perfectly fine. It was actually nice to not see you acting so cautious, though I was a little worried because you weren't acting normal." he pauses. "You don't actually think that I'm like a brother, do you?" 

I frown. "Not yet. You are a really good friend, I can give you that. But not a brother just yet. You know, what I said was just my nervousness acting up. I'm sorry." 

All Justin does is nod. 

"Who are we meeting, anyway?" 

"Oh yeah," he says as if he completely forgot about having me meet one of his friends. "She should be here s--" he is interrupted by a knock at the door. "right now actually." he finishes. 

I sit down on the edge of his bed as he goes to greet his friend. I can't see them because of a wall, but I can tell that since they haven't seen each other in so long, because it takes a while for them to come back into the room. 

I stand up immediately. Maybe I should have left a long time ago, maybe I shouldn't have come, maybe I should have jumped out the window--that would have been nicer than what is happening right now. 

"Winter, this is-" Justin starts, but I put my hand up. 

"I know who she is." I say, and put on my fake smile. I hold my hand out, and she takes it. "Hi, Selena, I'm Winter. And this is the first and last time we are going to speak." 

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