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BIEBER LOVE STORY PART 2<3 go read part 1 in the favorites if you didn’t all ready(: anyways tell me what you think!
I pulled the warm cake out of the oven and put it down on the table.
"Mom, I'm going to go fix me hair and change my outfit. Before Dad get's home and before we go see the new neighbors." I said.
"Okay sweetie, sounds like a good idea." My Mom said.
I walked down the long hallway and into my bedroom. It was a decent size. You know not to big, not to small. The walls were painted a deep purple with a white stripe, and my bed had purple blankets and an elegant chandelier hung over my bed. Purple was my favorite color, and always looked great on me. But my favorite part about my room was my one wall. All the furniture was placed around three of the walls and therefore left one wall with nothing on it. So on my one wall I put my quote...."Always believe and your dreams will come true" it said in big, black, script. All around the quote, I put pictures of my friends and me. But there's something special about each picture. Each picture has a story and that’s why I love being able to add to my wall because it's like saving memories. I have pictures from when I'm little and the first time I danced at a dance competition, Me playing my guitar, I had lyrics of my songs I wrote on the wall. I walked up to the wall and pressed my hand against one of the pictures. It was of me and Alex after the accident. We were lying on his couch, my foot wrapped tight and so was the side of my stomach. Alex had no shirt on because of how deep his cut was they had to wrap up most of his side. My head rested on his chest and one of my hands was placed on his stomach and the other hand was in his. Even though we were both terrified of what happened in the picture we were smiling, happy to be safe, happy to be in each other’s arms. I smiled at the picture and then walked over to the closet. Alex was at his Dad’s in New Jersey and wasn't coming back to long island until the end of summer. I decided on wearing my light jean shorts, and a tie-die purple shirt that hung off one shoulder, the back of the shirt was all purple lace. I then added one of my sparkling belts to finish off the look. I let my blonde banana curls bounced around my face and I fixed my side bang. I grabbed my flip flops and put them on my feet. Even though my ankle was still tightly wrapped, I hoped that the neighbors wouldn’t notice. I lined my eyes with some black eyeliner; I really never liked much makeup. I loved my eyes so much so why ruin them with makeup? They were very unique and made me stand out. My eyes were a bright Caribbean blue with specks of purple and green. The only other person to have them in my family was my grandma and she passed away when I was little. I heard the door open and slam close, Dad's home. I placed my guitar into the closet and hid my lyrics on the top shelf. My dad never goes in my room but you never know, one day he might decide to. I ran out of my room and into the kitchen to help my mom finish the cake.
"Hi, Dad." I said as he came up the stairs. He looked at me and kept walking, not saying one word. He hasn’t really talked to me since the accident, somehow he believes it was mine and Alex's fault, I "should of been more careful". I looked to my Mom, begging for her to talk to him, but she believes that I have to do that. I followed my Dad into his office.
"Dad, please talk to me. The accident happened a month ago I'm fine, Alex is fine...."
"Justine!" He cut me off. "You need to stop mentioning Alex. He is a bad influence on you and I hope he decides to stay at his father's house."
"Dad!" now it was my turn to scream. "Are you kidding me? Alex is my best friend! He's always there for me when you’re not! It wasn’t Alex's fault and it definitely wasn’t mine! Get it through your head!" I yelled. That was it, I was done with him. He got up and walked over to me. He smacked my arm hard and a red mark appeared. I held back the tears.
"Don't you ever talk like that to me again." He screamed. And then hit me again, this time across the face. I turned my back and as calmly as I could I walked to the front door.
"Mom, I'm going for a walk. Call me if you need me, I have my cell phone." And with that said I slammed the front door closed. As soon as I hit the wind I allowed the tears to fall from my face. I walked down to the corner, which was still by my house. It was in-between the neighbor’s house and mine. I sat down on the curb and cried. I pulled out my cell phone and texted Alex.
Me: Alex, I need to talk to you. Please text me later. I miss you.
I put my phone back into my pocket and placed my face in my hands. I looked at my arm which was bright read and already beginning to bruise. The new neighbor’s truck of items pulled up and workers began to unpack everything. I saw a Woman pull up and walk into the house, directing the workers. She looked super sweet and was very pretty. I buried my face back into my hands and cried some more, praying that there was some way Alex could come home.
"Are you okay?" I heard a sweet voice say. I lifted my head and saw a boy. He had long light brown hair and golden eyes and a bright smile. "I don't like to see pretty girls cry. You wanna talk? My name's Justin." He sat down on the curb next to me." My mom and I we just moved into that house, right there." He said to me. I whipped the tears away and put a hand over my arm to cover up the red. I tried my best to smile.
"Hey, I’m Justine. I live right there. So, I guessing you’re the new neighbors right?"
"Yeah, nice to meet you, Justine. Now why don't you tell me why you’re crying?"
"Sorry, but I don’t usually talk to strangers." I said as I started to stand up, but my ankle was still sore and I couldn’t walk very well yet.
"Wait, I'm no stranger. I'm 14 years old except I'm going to be in 8th grade this year because my old school was behind. How old are you?" He said as he grabbed my arm to help me stand up.
"I'm 13I'm also going to be in 8th grade this year."
"Good, I'll know someone." He said with a smile. "So, you wanna go for a walk?" He flipped his hair and bit his lip. "Well, I mean, my mom is busy for a while and I don't really know the neighborhood that well and..."
I cut him off. "Justin sounds like fun." I said. Plus, it would take my mind off of my Dad.
"Cool. Let’s go." He said. But then he looked down at my arm, which was bruised and red. He frowned.
"What happened? Is this why you were crying?" He asked with concern. Even though I just met this guy I felt like I could tell him anything.
"Um...yeah, but I'm okay." I lied, and bit my lip to hold back the tears.
"It looks like it burns, come inside lets run some water on it. Did you fall or something?" He said as we started walking towards his house. I couldn’t help it and I just let the tears fall. He stopped walking and faced me.
"Whoa, it's okay. Everything is fine now. I'm gonna make the pain go away. Don't cry." He said and then wrapped his arms around my waist. I never would have thought that I would be hugging a stranger, but in his arms I felt safe. He pulled back and whipped my tears with his thumbs. "Come on, let's go inside."
I walked through his front door and right into the kitchen, where he told me to sit down at the table. I watched him get a towel and put some cold water on it. Wow, was he good looking, and sweet and caring, I thought to myself. He was even cuter then on YouTube and in his video one time. I can't believe he actually moved here because he wanted to go to regular school, and he was going to be in my grade! He walked over with the wet towel.
"Give me your arm." He said, and I extended my arm out. He took it in his hand and pressed the wet towel onto the red mark. I winced in pain.
"So, you wanna tell me why you have a huge red mark on your arm?" He asked.
"It's a really long story." I said.
"Then, stay for dinner? I wanna hear it. And I want to get to know you anyway."
"I’m going to have to ask my mom." I said.
"Okay, sounds cool." He started to stare at my face and into my eyes.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, just you have the most beautiful eyes. I have ever seen." He smiled and then looked away.
"Oh, um thanks." I said. "You know, even though I just met you I feel like I can tell you everything. It'd as if I've known you for a long time."
“I feel the same way. It's like I can tell you all my secrets." He said. He lifted his hand and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. I smiled and so did he. I could tell that we were going to be great friends.
Tell me what you think! - Jules <3
I pulled the warm cake out of the oven and put it down on the table.
"Mom, I'm going to go fix me hair and change my outfit. Before Dad get's home and before we go see the new neighbors." I said.
"Okay sweetie, sounds like a good idea." My Mom said.
I walked down the long hallway and into my bedroom. It was a decent size. You know not to big, not to small. The walls were painted a deep purple with a white stripe, and my bed had purple blankets and an elegant chandelier hung over my bed. Purple was my favorite color, and always looked great on me. But my favorite part about my room was my one wall. All the furniture was placed around three of the walls and therefore left one wall with nothing on it. So on my one wall I put my quote...."Always believe and your dreams will come true" it said in big, black, script. All around the quote, I put pictures of my friends and me. But there's something special about each picture. Each picture has a story and that’s why I love being able to add to my wall because it's like saving memories. I have pictures from when I'm little and the first time I danced at a dance competition, Me playing my guitar, I had lyrics of my songs I wrote on the wall. I walked up to the wall and pressed my hand against one of the pictures. It was of me and Alex after the accident. We were lying on his couch, my foot wrapped tight and so was the side of my stomach. Alex had no shirt on because of how deep his cut was they had to wrap up most of his side. My head rested on his chest and one of my hands was placed on his stomach and the other hand was in his. Even though we were both terrified of what happened in the picture we were smiling, happy to be safe, happy to be in each other’s arms. I smiled at the picture and then walked over to the closet. Alex was at his Dad’s in New Jersey and wasn't coming back to long island until the end of summer. I decided on wearing my light jean shorts, and a tie-die purple shirt that hung off one shoulder, the back of the shirt was all purple lace. I then added one of my sparkling belts to finish off the look. I let my blonde banana curls bounced around my face and I fixed my side bang. I grabbed my flip flops and put them on my feet. Even though my ankle was still tightly wrapped, I hoped that the neighbors wouldn’t notice. I lined my eyes with some black eyeliner; I really never liked much makeup. I loved my eyes so much so why ruin them with makeup? They were very unique and made me stand out. My eyes were a bright Caribbean blue with specks of purple and green. The only other person to have them in my family was my grandma and she passed away when I was little. I heard the door open and slam close, Dad's home. I placed my guitar into the closet and hid my lyrics on the top shelf. My dad never goes in my room but you never know, one day he might decide to. I ran out of my room and into the kitchen to help my mom finish the cake.
"Hi, Dad." I said as he came up the stairs. He looked at me and kept walking, not saying one word. He hasn’t really talked to me since the accident, somehow he believes it was mine and Alex's fault, I "should of been more careful". I looked to my Mom, begging for her to talk to him, but she believes that I have to do that. I followed my Dad into his office.
"Dad, please talk to me. The accident happened a month ago I'm fine, Alex is fine...."
"Justine!" He cut me off. "You need to stop mentioning Alex. He is a bad influence on you and I hope he decides to stay at his father's house."
"Dad!" now it was my turn to scream. "Are you kidding me? Alex is my best friend! He's always there for me when you’re not! It wasn’t Alex's fault and it definitely wasn’t mine! Get it through your head!" I yelled. That was it, I was done with him. He got up and walked over to me. He smacked my arm hard and a red mark appeared. I held back the tears.
"Don't you ever talk like that to me again." He screamed. And then hit me again, this time across the face. I turned my back and as calmly as I could I walked to the front door.
"Mom, I'm going for a walk. Call me if you need me, I have my cell phone." And with that said I slammed the front door closed. As soon as I hit the wind I allowed the tears to fall from my face. I walked down to the corner, which was still by my house. It was in-between the neighbor’s house and mine. I sat down on the curb and cried. I pulled out my cell phone and texted Alex.
Me: Alex, I need to talk to you. Please text me later. I miss you.
I put my phone back into my pocket and placed my face in my hands. I looked at my arm which was bright read and already beginning to bruise. The new neighbor’s truck of items pulled up and workers began to unpack everything. I saw a Woman pull up and walk into the house, directing the workers. She looked super sweet and was very pretty. I buried my face back into my hands and cried some more, praying that there was some way Alex could come home.
"Are you okay?" I heard a sweet voice say. I lifted my head and saw a boy. He had long light brown hair and golden eyes and a bright smile. "I don't like to see pretty girls cry. You wanna talk? My name's Justin." He sat down on the curb next to me." My mom and I we just moved into that house, right there." He said to me. I whipped the tears away and put a hand over my arm to cover up the red. I tried my best to smile.
"Hey, I’m Justine. I live right there. So, I guessing you’re the new neighbors right?"
"Yeah, nice to meet you, Justine. Now why don't you tell me why you’re crying?"
"Sorry, but I don’t usually talk to strangers." I said as I started to stand up, but my ankle was still sore and I couldn’t walk very well yet.
"Wait, I'm no stranger. I'm 14 years old except I'm going to be in 8th grade this year because my old school was behind. How old are you?" He said as he grabbed my arm to help me stand up.
"I'm 13I'm also going to be in 8th grade this year."
"Good, I'll know someone." He said with a smile. "So, you wanna go for a walk?" He flipped his hair and bit his lip. "Well, I mean, my mom is busy for a while and I don't really know the neighborhood that well and..."
I cut him off. "Justin sounds like fun." I said. Plus, it would take my mind off of my Dad.
"Cool. Let’s go." He said. But then he looked down at my arm, which was bruised and red. He frowned.
"What happened? Is this why you were crying?" He asked with concern. Even though I just met this guy I felt like I could tell him anything.
"Um...yeah, but I'm okay." I lied, and bit my lip to hold back the tears.
"It looks like it burns, come inside lets run some water on it. Did you fall or something?" He said as we started walking towards his house. I couldn’t help it and I just let the tears fall. He stopped walking and faced me.
"Whoa, it's okay. Everything is fine now. I'm gonna make the pain go away. Don't cry." He said and then wrapped his arms around my waist. I never would have thought that I would be hugging a stranger, but in his arms I felt safe. He pulled back and whipped my tears with his thumbs. "Come on, let's go inside."
I walked through his front door and right into the kitchen, where he told me to sit down at the table. I watched him get a towel and put some cold water on it. Wow, was he good looking, and sweet and caring, I thought to myself. He was even cuter then on YouTube and in his video one time. I can't believe he actually moved here because he wanted to go to regular school, and he was going to be in my grade! He walked over with the wet towel.
"Give me your arm." He said, and I extended my arm out. He took it in his hand and pressed the wet towel onto the red mark. I winced in pain.
"So, you wanna tell me why you have a huge red mark on your arm?" He asked.
"It's a really long story." I said.
"Then, stay for dinner? I wanna hear it. And I want to get to know you anyway."
"I’m going to have to ask my mom." I said.
"Okay, sounds cool." He started to stare at my face and into my eyes.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing, just you have the most beautiful eyes. I have ever seen." He smiled and then looked away.
"Oh, um thanks." I said. "You know, even though I just met you I feel like I can tell you everything. It'd as if I've known you for a long time."
“I feel the same way. It's like I can tell you all my secrets." He said. He lifted his hand and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. I smiled and so did he. I could tell that we were going to be great friends.
Tell me what you think! - Jules <3