Chapter two- Caroline’s Creek.

I can feel the sun pounding against my back as I wrap my arms around the warm smooth stone, that holds my sister Caroline’s body beneath it. Tears roll down my face and hit my short black dress. My knees are sinked into the grass as I sit there looking at the tombstone. Today would of been Caroline’s 19th birthday.

“Hi sissyy. I miss you.. mum misses you to.. she just forgot, that’s all.. she’s been hurtin’ a lot, we both have.. we miss you so much..” I mumble as my forehead is pressed against the warm tombstone. Tears begin to flood my eyes. I can’t believe mum isn’t here, how could she forget this.

I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder and turn my head without removing my arms around Caroline’s tombstone to see who’s hand is on my shoulder. I look up and see a man wearing a long black coat. Detective Kipler. But I just call him Kip. 

I give him a friendly smile. “You remembered..” 

Kip reaches his hand out for mine to help me off the ground. I take his hand and feel my body slowly raise from the ground. I feel so weak, so empty. 

“Nadia, of course I remembered.. Caroline will always be remembered.” Kip says to me with a reassuring yet serious smile. His eyes are watering and his voice is a bit shakey. 

“Mum doesn’t remember..” I say bitterly. Harsh, but true. All she cares about is her fancy-pants new boyfriend. 

Kip looks down at the ground not knowing how to respond to my bitter remark. He knows i’m right. 

“Nadia hush. Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not that she doesn’t remember, she just tries not to remember as much.. she’s trying to move forward with her life, don’t be too hard on her..” Kip says to me as he looks deep into my eyes. I just nod in response, as the tears freely fall from my eyes. 

“I haven’t given up on trying to find the killer either Nadia, don’t ever think I will until the bastard is caught.. that son of a bitch is going to be in jail, I won’t rest until he’s behind bars.” Kip adds. The police have been investigating Caroline’s murder intently ever since the day she was found stabbed to death in a creek nearby our house. The creek respectively is now named Caroline’s Creek, it’s like a memorial for her; I make sure there are always fresh daffodils present there, those were Caroline’s favorite.

To this day, I don’t understand who would have murdered my sister, everyone loved her. But I pray every night that Kip finds the low life who did this. 

I’m home, in my room now, looking through scrapbooks of old pictures of me and Caroline. I sent my mum a couple texts bitching her out asking how she could forget about Caroline’s birthday, she didn’t reply, but I wasn’t expecting a reply anyways. God I miss Caroline so much. My heart literally ached with every sob that left my body as I sat on the floor with the scrapbook in my hands. 

I decide to put the pictures down, and get myself up. Kip was right, maybe moving forward wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. But there is no way in hell i’m ever going to forget about Caroline, never. I get myself up, and wipe the tears from my eyes. I grab the fresh daffodils on my table that I got just for today, and head out the front door towards Caroline’s Creek. 

(Justin)

As I walk out my front door and look around at my new wealthy neighborhood before my eyes, i’m almost shocked that I haven’t been mauled by paparazzi yet.. this is something I could get used to. I guess all these people are rich enough to realize all I am is another person. 

I glance across the street over at that one beautiful girl’s house- Nadia’s house. Her name stuck to my heart like glue the moment it left her lips- those lips; so lush and tender. Something about that girl, was so.. so.. different I guess you could say. The way she had herself so collected was something I don’t see often. She’s cute. Really cute. Maybe moving here wouldn’t be so bad after all, seeing that gorgeous smile on a daily basis sounded perfect to me.

As I walk down the street, observing the different mansion like houses, and the occasional people outside of them, I try to get a feel of my new neighborhood. Knowing Nadia was my neighbor, lots of wealthy old rich folks, trophy wives, some dudes that looked about my age, and plenty of gorgeous girls- again, maybe moving here wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

I’m walking further into my neighborhood. The sun is shining on my face, no paparazzi in sight; i’m feeling incredible. It’s all a little too good to be true. 

I come up to a creek that I notice off to the far side of the road. I make my way towards it, and slowly and cautiously inch near it trying not to fall in. I pick up a twig and toss it in the swiftly moving water. I watch it as the water catches the twig, and it floats gracefully down the creek. As the twig floats further and further down the creek, I see some brightly covered flowers, some cards, candles, and even a few pictures on the creek bank not too far up ahead. 

Caroline Allen. I remember some of the neighbor folks were telling me and mom about a girl named Caroline Allen being murdered, and some creek being named after her. Poor girl. 

I walk near the shrine looking ensemble on the creek bank. Tons of different flowers caught my eye, it was beautiful. This girl was truly loved. What a terrible loss. Looking down at the few pictures of her present scattered around, she was beautiful. Absolutely breathe taking. She looked familiar in a sense.. really familiar the more I glanced at her picture.. she had the type of beauty where you wouldn’t just forget the name that belonged to that angelic face. 

My eyes wander around the memorial, and my ears are filled with the sound of the creek water flowing rapidly. I suddenly hear footsteps and turn towards them immediately. A beautiful average height girl with a short black dress on, holding daffodils stood before me. Nadia. 

I feel my heart speed up as she notices me. I get the nerve to say hello. “Hey gorgeous” I smile a genuine grin, as I look into her beautiful blue eyes. I was genuinely happy to see her. 

Nadia smiles at me. “Hey Justin.” Hearing those words come from her lips made me feel weak at my knees. 

(Nadia)

What the hell is he doing here? I secretly try to deny the fact that i’m excited to see him to myself. I look away from his big brown eyes, and kneel down close to a picture of Caroline on the ground. I kiss the daffodils, and lay them next to her picture gently. Looking around, seeing all the other flowers, and other things Caroline’s friends and members of our family brought to her memorial brings a feeling of contempt to my aching heart. See sisssy, no one will ever forget about you.

“it’s truly awful what happened to that girl Caroline.. tell me they’ve at least caught the prick who did this to her.” Justin says to me. The look on his face makes me believe that he actually truly cares. He’s sweet. 

”.. unfortunately no.. I have faith that they will though.” I reply to Justin. 

Justin nods and looks around at all the things left for Caroline. I keep my eyes on Caroline’s picture. I may not be looking at Justin, but I can feel his eyes suddenly on me.

“Did you know the girl?” 

I look up at Justin and see him looking down at me. I feel the hot tears rushing to my eyes, I manage to break a small smile then say “Caroline was my sister.” 

Justin’s face suddenly looks as if he had just seen a ghost. He feels awful, it’s obvious. I feel kind of bad, I didn’t intend to make him feel shitty for not knowing that the dead murdered girl is my sister. 

“Nadia… i’m so so SO sorry.. I had no idea.. really i’m such a fucking idoit, i’m sor-” I cut Justin off.

“Justin! It’s okay. Really it’s fine.” I say as I get up from the grounded getting closer to him. 

Without saying a word, I suddenly feel Justin’s arms wrap around me tightly. He rubs my back as I rest my head on his shoulder. Tears stream down my face, and get his shirt a bit wet. He doesn’t seem to mind though.

“Nadia, just think- you have the most beautiful, most amazing, guardian angel watching over you..” Justin whispered to me softly as he began to stroke my hair.

I had never thought of it like that. Hearing Justin say those words bring me a sudden sense of closure of my sister’s death that i’ve never been able to feel before. Tears continued to stream down my face, but Justin’s arms never let me go. My arms never stopped holding onto him either.

His smell; his cologne smelt amazing. His firm body against mine made me feel safe and secure. The way his whispering voice could calm me down and bring me inner peace. Quite puzzling, but absolutely extraordinary. This boy is extraordinary. Whoa there Nadia, don’t be getting all attached. No way. No fucking way… but the way he’s making butterflies flutter around inside my tummy, and the way he’s making my head spin certainly isn’t helping me keep in mind my no-attachment-rule.

Whether I like it or not, i’ve gotten myself into something. It’s becoming obvious that there isn’t going to be any easy way out either. 

THE ONLY EXCEPTION.♥/// Chapter one- Love isn’t real.

HELLO DARLINGS! So i’m really happy you guys are liking my story When Two Worlds Collide, that story isn’t finished yet but i’m going to start writing another story (: So the main character in this story is a girl named Nadia Allen. I’m in love with the name Nadia, so I wanted to make a main character named Nadia (: hahah anywhooo, this story is going to be written a little differently than my other story. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! Don’t be afraid to be a total bitch and tell me it sucks, I like honest feedback. love you guys<3 xo

“I’m so lucky to be able to call you mine, I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me.. I love you.. I love you so much Nadia.. ” Chris said to me as he looked down at me in his arms. 

I look away from the Atlanta night sky with stars scattered across the darkness. I look up at Chris and our eyes lock. “Chris..” I say smiling at him, looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes. “I love you to.” 

I meant it when I said I loved Chris. I thought he meant it when he told me he loved me to. Boy was I wrong. Chris and I dated for a year, he was what they call my “first love”. I know high school relationships usually don’t last, but at one point in my life I remember I saw so much in Chris. I never thought he’d hurt me or cause me the pain like he did. Chris and I had it all. All of my girl friends who didn’t have boyfriends used to be so jealous of what Chris and I had, because it was perfect. That is, until Chris got into drugs.

During the last few months of our relationship, Chris got into some serious stuff- Chris started doing cocaine. He lied to me about doing it to, he knew it would ruin us. When I found out Chris had gotten into coke, I was destroyed. I didn’t want to lose him, it was impossible for me to walk away. So I tried to help him stop, and get help. I knew all along that the chances of him actually stopping were slim, but I couldn’t just walk away. After about two months of getting pushed away, lied to, and being treated like shit- I had enough. Saying goodbye to Chris was the hardest thing i’ve ever done. We’ve been separated for about four months now, and I haven’t been the same since. I used to believe in love, now, I think of it as complete bullshit. Ever heard the saying “I love you has 8 letters, but so does bullshit?” Well it’s absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt true. 

I’m Natasha Allen. I go by Nadia though. In brief, I have big blue eyes, and long darkish brown hair. I don’t think i’m ugly, but I don’t think i’m Miley-Cyrus-gorgeous. I’m 5’5, and 102lbs. The first thing people usually notice about me is how big my boobs are (34C to be exact) and how skinny I am. I’m underweight; not because I have an eating disorder, but because I just forget to eat sometimes, I have a lot of things on my mind and food usually just isn’t one of them. Things on my mind usually consist of my parent’s divorce, Chris, and the murder of my 18 year old sister Caroline. I’m 16 years old, and very very mature for my age. I’ve gone through more than any person should ever have to go through in a lifetime, but I like to think that all my experiences have only made me stronger. 

“Sweetie, i’m going to Donn’s house. Want to come?” my mum asks me sweetly through the door. Her gentle voice wakes me from my sleep, and I rub my eyes.

“No thanks, I kinda just want to hang out with Sam today.” I reply to my mum.

I lied. Sam has to work until late tonight, she works for a successful local restaurant and it takes up a lot of her time on the weekends. Sam is my best friend, she’s been my best friend since i’ve moved here, but i’ll tell you more about her later.

Anyways, back to Donn. I hate going to Donn’s house. Donn Avery is one of my mum’s best friends. Her son, Tim, dated my sister Caroline for three years. Their family was just as heartbroken as ours when Caroline got murdered less than a year ago. Whenever I see their family, it floods my heart with sadness as I think of Caroline more frequently when i’m with those people. And to be completely honest, Donn’s other son, Nick, gives me the chills. He’s only a year older than me, making him 17 years old, but he’s got as much facial hair as a 30 year old man. He used to date my best friend Sam, and he used to hit her. But that’s a secret she’s shared with me, and no one else; so i’ve kept it locked in my heart afraid Nick would try to hurt me or Sam if that got out. So I try my best to avoid going over to the Avery’s house.

I manage to get myself up from my bed, and stretch my limbs as I yawn. I walk downstairs and see my mum talking on the phone in the kitchen. 

I walk right past her as if I don’t even see her and open the cabinet to find some Frosted Flakes. As I over hear my mum talking on the phone, it’s obvious she’s talking to her boyfriend Kyle. She always laughs a little too much and gets a smile on her face just at the sound of his name. I miss my dad, but I like Kyle because he makes my mum happy. She deserves someone who can make her smile after everything she’s been through.

“Change your mind about coming over to Donn’s house with me? C’mon you can see Nick and Tim!” my mum asks me as she walks over towards the kitchen table where i’m sitting. 

I shake my head no politely with my mouth full of cereal. My mum giggles a little and then begins walking towards the garage door. On her way out, she begins telling me a number of things, “Nadia don’t forget the cleaning ladies are coming in about an hour, the neighbor boy is coming over in about an hour as well to help clean the pool, and oh yeah! The Markenson’s moved out. We’ve got some new neighbors, I heard their famous or something? Bye sweetie, love you.” 

“Love you” I reply back to my mum.

I wouldn’t be surprised if some celebrity moved in down the street. I live in a nice neighborhood, my mum makes a decent amount of money. She’s in the entertainment business, and helps coordinate events for some big stars. The whole reason we moved to Atlanta was to be closer to mum’s work, and because of my parent’s divorce.

Caroline and I moved with my mum to Atlanta, and to be honest, I don’t know where my dad went. My parents had an awful divorce about five years ago, it tore our family apart. I was always the girl who never thought my family would end up so broken, but it ended up shattering. My dad is an Air Force general, so he was always gone a lot. My poor mum couldn’t take it anymore, so she decided to leave him. Caroline and I were so mad at our mum for splitting up our family, but as time went on and we realized how little our dad cared for our family, and we began to understand. My dad doesn’t care to contact me, email me, call me, or anything. In fact, the last memory I have of my dad is of him leaving early one winter morning. When he said goodbye to me that morning, I didn’t know that’d be the last time we’d ever speak. 

As I said before, I haven’t talked to my dad since. We have no idea where he’s at, we have no way of trying to communicate with him. He forgot about me, and my family after the divorce. It’s something i’ve come to realize. Me, Caroline, and my mum only had eachother from then on out. Until Caroline was murdered less than a year ago. Now it’s just me and my mum.

At school, if you didn’t know my whole life story, you’d think I was perfectly fine. Boys like me, i’ve got a decent amount of friends, and other than my difficult past, i’m just a typical teenage girl. Sam is basically what gets me through the day. I don’t know what i’d do without her. She’s the only person I know I can trust. I’ve tried dating boys, but i’ve never really gotten attached to anyone since Chris. After my dad abandoned me, Chris broke my heart, and the murder of my sister Caroline- I don’t allow myself to get close to anyone anymore. I don’t think I could handle any more heartbreak and disappointment. I don’t even believe in love anymore. 

After finishing up my cereal, I hear the door bell ring. It must be the cleaning ladies. I walk to the door and greet the nice ladies. As I hold the door open for them, I glance over to the house across the street. A big moving truck is parked outside and about five men are carrying furniture into the house. One of the ladies catches me observing the new neighbors move in and says, “You’re a lucky girl Nadia.. that Bieber kid is moving in, he’s a cutie.” one of the ladies say as she flashes a friendly smile.

“What? No way.” I reply back finding that too hard to believe. 

“I’m dead serious Nadia, go look!” she says as she points towards the house.

I walk out my front door, still in my pajamas, but I don’t care. She was probably just kidding there is no way Justin freaking Bieber could be my new next door neighbor. When I said I wouldn’t doubt it if a celebrity moved in, I didn’t mean someone as big as Justin Bieber.

I walk out closer to the street, and pretend to be getting the mail from my mailbox. I look over my shoulder as I open the mailbox, and notice a somewhat tall boy with a shorter woman. The boy shakes his sandy brownish-blonde hair from his face as he looks down at the lady and smiles. Still smiling, he catches sight of me. Holy shit, it is Justin Bieber. I can feel my heart beating so fast, as if it’s about to explode from my chest.

I awkwardly look away as he catches me starring at him and pretend to be looking in my mailbox again. 

“Hey!” I hear a boy’s voice say from behind me, I turn around to put a face to the unfamiliar voice.

Holy fuck. Justin Bieber is standing next to me, at my mailbox. I look like shit. I just woke up, i’m not even wearing a bra. 

“Hi” I respond sweetly with a smile. “You’re moving in?” I say as I look away from his gorgeous big brown eyes and at his new house. I can see why so many girls have Bieberfever, Justin without a doubt is sexy. He’s legit flawless. 

“Yeah I am! Hahah, what are you doing?” Justin responds to my question then asking me a question as he looks at my open empty mailbox. 

“Just getting the mail!” I say back to Justin. Phew, good thing I had an ‘excuse’ to go outside, or else I would’ve just made myself look like a total creep.

“The mail? Mail isn’t delivered on Sundays.. hahahha” Justin replies. He’s laughing and gives a playful smile.

I can’t think of a response so I just laugh along with him. Shit, so embarrassing. First time meeting the guy and he thinks i’m a total creep.

“Justin! Come have some lunch!” the lady Justin was talking to before yells from a distance.

“Kay one sec momma!” Justin responds as he turns around to face his mum.

“That’s my momma, Pattie, well i’ve got to go- but hey, what’s your name?” Justin says as he holds his hand out. I shake it while responding, “I’m Nadia- Nadia Allen.” Justin smiles as my hand shakes his. His hands are warm and soft. They bring chills to my body as I feel them touching mine. I’ve never been obsessed with a celebrity, and I most certainly don’t have “bieberfever”, I wouldn’t even call myself a “Belieber”; but I gotta admit, the kid does have talent, and it was unreal getting to meet him like this. 

“I’m Justin.. nice meeting you Nadia” Justin replies. Justin begins to walk away. He looks over his shoulder and gives a smile. His smile is breathtaking, the kind of smile where it’s impossible to not smile back when seeing it. Without knowing it, i’m smiling back at him and waving goodbye. I quickly shut my mailbox and begin to walk back into my house. Shutting my front door quickly behind me as I walk into my house. I then collapse on the chair near the door.

Not only is Justin amazingly good looking, but Justin seems so different than other boys.. so genuine and something you don’t find everyday.

No Nadia, stop it. Love isn’t real. So stop these stupid little 2nd grade crush feelings. Justin Bieber sure is charming, but i’m not going to allow myself to open up to more hurt. Not even for mister heart-throb Justin Bieber. 

Chapter thirtyfour- Why did you let me walk away?

You sit on the bench looking up at Justin a couple feet away from you. He’s stopped walking towards you and is just staring at you. Not in a creepy way but it’s as if he doesn’t realize he’s soaking wet, hes completely mesmerized by you. You’re thankful it’s raining so hard, it’s hiding the tears running down your face. You then stand up from the bench and face towards him, still a couple feet apart. “What are you doing out here?” Justin says to you. “Why do you care? You’ve got that girl inside.. isn’t she going to be wandering where you are?” you snap back. You feel bad, but you couldn’t help it, it just came out. He laughs a little and looks down and then back up at you. What the hell is he laughing about? But ah you’ve missed that laugh, and the perfect smile he just revealed for a quick few seconds. You give him a puzzled look. Justin then says, “__________… that girl is my cousin..” You feel pretty dumb right now. Justin continues giggling trying to lighten the mood. You look to your side and just stare out into the distance avoiding eye contact with Justin. Justin stops laughing softly as he realizes you’re upset. “_______…” Justin says to you. You feel your lips quiver and you shake your head and look down as you let out some fresh tears. Not even the rain can hide the fact that you were crying now. Justin realizes that you’re crying and takes a step closer to you saying, “Please don’t cry ______.. what’s wrong?” As he asks you that you shake your head and look down at your feet. What’s wrong? Justin was the best thing to ever walk into your life. These past few months have been so painful for you, and just the thought of how much hurt you felt brings tears to your eyes. You had the courage to walk away, because you didn’t think you had any other choice. Why did he let you go so easily? You look back up at Justin, who’s closer to you now, but still about a foot away. You build up the courage to ask him what you’ve wanted to ask him ever since the day you broke up. “Why did you let me walk away? Was I really that easy to let go of?” you feel warm tears run down your cold wet cheeks. You see a tear roll down Justin’s face. “_______… you wanted to leave, I didn’t know what to do at the time…” more tears stream down Justin’s face. His voice is shaky and he is beginning to speak louder. “… you don’t even know how stupid i’ve felt for the past 3 months…” you and Justin are both crying hard right now. You haven’t looked away from eachother. It’s clear both of you have suffered, and in a way it’s reliving to know that you weren’t the only one who was hurting like hell. “… I let the best thing that’s ever happened to me walk away. I let the only girl i’ve truly loved walk away that easily, believe me I know, I fucked up… I don’t think you realize how many times i’ve wished I could go back to that day and redo it..” Justin runs his hands through his wet hair trying to calm himself down. “I’m such a fucking idiot.. you deserve someone amazing, you’ve probably had about 20 boyfriends who all aren’t as fucking stupid as me.. I fucked up big time.” Justin isn’t afraid to show you how hurt he’s been, you feel like he means every word out of his mouth. You begin to cry again, but this time not tears from hurting.. tears of happiness. You haven’t had these in a long time. Before Justin can say anything else, you pull him close to you and press your lips against his. He wasn’t expecting that, he was expecting a “yeah you were a fucking idiot.” from you; but you didn’t care about any of that anymore. You just wanted him in your life again, you were tired of hurting and fighting. His lips are cold from the rain, but you don’t care. You’ve missed his soft lips more than anything. You cup your hands around his face stopping any more tears falling from his eyes. He wraps his arms around you tightly. Your tongue finds it’s way into Justin’s mouth and the two of you kiss passionately. The feeling of his arms around you relieves all the heartache that had. The moment is perfect. You feel your insides melt as you feel him hold you. Before this night your life was a confusing mess without Justin, but now that he’s back, you feel like not a piece is out of place. The taste of his lips, the softness of his skin, the feeling of him against you- it’s as if you’ve suddenly been cured from some serious disease. Even through all that mess and chaos you and him went through, it’s as if it’s been erased. Like it never happened. Sometimes in spite of difference, sometimes against all odds, some things are meant to happen. You and Justin are meant to happen- yeah you’re young, but you’ve never been so sure of something in your life. This feels so right to you. Justin breaks the kiss by looking down smiling at you. You’re still tightly wrapped in his arms. You smile back up at him and giggle a little. You both are so happy, it’s written all over your faces. “Don’t you dare try to run away like that again.. and if you do, don’t expect to get away that easily.” Justin says to you. He sounds genuine and sincere. You smile and begin to tear up. “Babe we’ve had enough tears! No more please.. please babe.” Justin says concerned that he’s said something to make you upset. “These are happy tears retard.” you say looking up at Justin. You press your lips against his once again. You can feel him smiling while you kiss. Justin then suddenly lifts you off the ground, and spins you around while holding you in his arms. You both are soaking wet. Great, you’re going to have to go back to the party looking like absolute shit- it’s bad enough Justin has to see you looking this terrible, now everyone else does to. You begin to shiver. You look over to the left and see Claire’s guest house not too far away. Or maybe not. “Follow me” you say to Justin while biting your lip. You grab Justin’s hand and run towards the guest house. You don’t care about the party anymore, you just want to be with Justin. 

Chapter thirtythree- Searching.

Buzzzzzz. Buzzzzzzzz. The sound of your phone vibrating on your desk next to you wakes you up. You rub your eyes, and stretch your arms above your head before reaching for your phone. You pick up your phone and answer it without even looking at who’s calling. “Hulllllllooooo?” you say as you yawn. “OHMYGAWDDD! I’ve only called you about 20 times, wake up sleeping beauty!” It’s your best friend. “So uhm.. CLAIRE IS HAVING A HUGE PARTY TONIGHT! So wake the hell up, and let’s go to the mall and get something hot to wear.” Claire is having a party, holy shit, yessss! You suddenly go from having no energy to being wide awake. Ahh. Her parties are always insane, everyone goes to her parties- when I say everyone, that includes everyone from school, and usually a couple celebs. “Holy shit no way? Kay, meet at the mall in 20 minutes.” you say into the phone as you quickly get out of bed. “Sounds good chicka! Love you boo, bye!” you make your way over to your mirror, and throw your bed head hair into a messy bun. You slip on some flip flops and throw on some sweats. “Keys.. keys.. keyss..” you mumble to yourself as you search your room for your keys. You see them sitting next to your laptop, and snatch them as if they were about run away from you. You see your laptop is still on the link to ‘Runaway Love’ that Justin sent you. You bite your lip and close your laptop. For the first time in awhile, you don’t feel so empty today. Even though you don’t know what’s going to happen between you and Justin, if anything at all- but just the thought of him coming back into your life excites you. 

“WOW! I fucking told you to contact him _____! I told you he still cared.. but noooo, no one ever listens to me.” your best friend says to you as the two of you stand in front of your bathroom mirror getting ready for Claire’s party. You’ve showed her the messages from Justin and she’s just as excited as you are about them. “Oh shut up.” you say laughing at your best friend. “Ahhhh, i’m so excited for you! Eeeep!” your best friend says turning her attention to you. You laugh at her excitement, and flash her an ear to ear grin. “So have you replied to him? Tried to contact him? What’s your next move?” your best friend asks you. Shit. What is your next move? Do you just reply to all of his messages after you ignored him for so long? You think it’s best if you and Justin talked in person, but you’re not sure. You stop fixing your hair and turn to your best friend giving her a puzzled look. She looks back at you and scrunches up her face and says, “Hmmmm..”. The two of you stay silent for a moment but then your best friend breaks the silence by saying, “Holy fuck, have we forgotten who our little Claire is? I bet you tons of celebrities are going to be there tonight.. including mister Justin Bieber! I don’t see why he wouldn’t be.” She’s right, there’s a huge chance that Justin will be there tonight. You feel a rush of excitement enter your body as if you’ve just been electrocuted. You jump up and down and do a little happy chance as you squeal. Your best friend laughs at you and slaps your ass. “Short enough dress there? Whorin’ it up for Justin tonight ehh?” your best friend says to you with a giggle. “You know it.” you reply. You give her a wink and look in the mirror. Your dress is really short. But at Claire’s parties.. everybody doesn’t give a fuck, they just come to grind and have a good time. The majority of the girls wear skimpy little outfits which usually end up off by the end of the night. Claire’s parties fall under the category of ABC parties. (ABC= anything but clothes). Everyone hooks up, her last party was basically a giant orgy. You run your hands down the sides of your tight short red dress as you look in the mirror. You bought it from some expensive boutique store today while shopping. The dress is strapless, and looks like something a hooker would wear. Your best friend bought the same dress except in black. You both look great. You walk over to your closet, and grab your red 4-inch heels. You loved how they made your legs look. “Fuckkk, what the hell California! Come back sunshine.” your best friend pouts as she looks out your window. You walk over towards the window, and look at the sky filled with darkish clouds. “Shit, well we should head over soon then, I don’t wanna get all wet and ruin my dress.” you say as the two of you continue to lookout your window. As your best friend finishes up her primping, you grab your keys and the two of you make your way to your convertible. Your heart is beating fast- your body is exploding with feelings of nervousness and excitement. You really hope Justin goes tonight, just the thought of seeing his face again gives you butterflies. Lyrics from the link that Justin sent you to his song ‘Runaway Love’ start to play in your head. Searching low and high, know that i’m not giving up, i’d give it all up for us. I won’t stop until I find my runaway love. 

It’s a little after 7pm, and you and your best friend are just arriving at Claire’s house. Whoops did I say house? I mean mansion. Claire is filthy rich. Her dad owns some successful music company and makes some serious bank. Claire’s house is probably as big as the White House. You park your convertible down the street. As you and your best friend get out of the car, you feel small raindrops hit the top of your heads. You both walk as fast as you can manage in heels towards Claire’s house and put your hands over your heads to block you from getting wet. A ton of people are there already. You and your best friend walk through the entrance, and say hi to some people you know. You have no idea where Claire is, but you’re not too concerned. The odds of you finding her are slim, there were so many people you’d get lost in the crowd if you tried. ///// You’ve been at the party for a good hour now. You’re having fun, and everyone else is to without a doubt. Most of the people have had something to drink, and are trashed. Basically the whole bottom floor of Claire’s house was filled with people, and the 2nd floor was reserved for hooking up where a lot of people were also. You’re standing with a group of girls you know from school, just having a good time. You lost your best friend, but she’s just probably off with Dylan somewhere. You’ll find her later, your main concern at the moment is Justin. You haven’t seen him yet. Your eyes are constantly wandering hoping to find his face. No luck so far though. One of the girls in the group you’re talking with suddenly gasps then says, “Don’t look now ladies… but Justin fucking sexy Bieber 12o’clock!” none of the girls seemed to listen to the ‘Don’t look now’ part of what the girl just said. They all turn around and to see him. You stand there awkwardly, pretending to be playing with the hem of your dress. “Oh yeah.. didn’t you date Justin _______?” says the same girl who just spoke before. She flashes you an awkward smile realizing you’re Justin’s ex. “Yeah I did.” you reply back giving her a fake reassuring smile. You want to turn around so bad and look at him. You take a quick glance over your shoulder. There he is. Justin. You can feel your heart beat so fast, it feels as if it’s about to explode from your chest. He’s wearing black pants, a grey v-neck t-shirt, and some purple supras. His hair is cut a little shorter from when you last saw him, but it looks great. His big beautiful brown eyes suddenly meet with yours for a moment. You feel like there is someone inside your stomach doing cartwheels and other types of flips. You get the same old butterflies you used to get when looking at him. Justin takes a double take as he realizes it’s you, and his jaw drops a little as if he’s just seen a ghost. “Who the hell is that girl with Justin?” a different girl from the group says. Girl? You see a tannish girl with pretty silky long hair suddenly tug on Justin’s arm and smile up at him. He takes his eyes off of you and focuses his attention on her. This is what you were afraid of- that some other girl would find out how amazing Justin is. You feel your heart sink into your chest. Any hope of you and Justin fixing things that those messages brought you quickly disappears. You knew you shouldn’t of given your hopes up, expectations lead to disappointments. You look at him on last time. The girl has her arm wrapped around his. Justin looks over to you again. Shit, here come the waterworks. You look away. You turn to the group of girls you were talking to and say, “I’ll talk to you guys later. I have to go to the bathroom” lie. You make your way through the crowded room, and head towards the door that leads to Claire’s backyard. ///// Her backyard was your favorite part of her house. It’s like something you’d see on MTV cribs. As you walk out the doors, you’re on her deck that overlooked her beautiful yard. It’s raining pretty hard by now, but you don’t even care anymore. No one was outside so that’s where you wanted to be. You just wanted to cry. You walk down her huge stone staircase that leads to her actual yard. You’re watching your step as you walk because you don’t want to slip. You decide to just kick off your heels and rush down the stairs. You feel your feet touch the wet grass, and run through her yard to a bench you see in the distance. You reach the bench and plant yourself on it. A couple yards away from you is a lake. Yes, her hard is so big she has a lake in her backyard. You sit on the bench and watch the droplets of water as they let hit against the paddle boats parked out on the water in front of you. It hasn’t rained in a long time, but you like it. The rain beats down on your face hiding the tears running down your face. Your makeup is probably streaming down your face to, but you don’t care. You just wish things could be the way they were. Justin. Just the thought of his name brings ache to your heart. The moment of when you and Justin’s eyes locked replays in your head. You sob and shake your head trying to erase the thoughts of him. Your hair is drenched, and your dress is ruined. You could care less though. You stare out into the lake watching the rain hit the water. Suddenly a familiar voice calls your name. “________!” then the voice gets louder as it gets closer. “_______!” you turn around and feel your heart skip a beat. Justin was running towards you. He was soaking wet but he didn’t seem to care. You stare at him as he approaches you and find yourself unable to speak.  

Chapter thirtytwo- Runaway Love.

You’re at your house now. Your best friend invited you to come over to her house after the movie, but you weren’t in the mood. All you could think about is how Justin is back  in town. Did he still have feelings for you? That was the one most single question that was driving you bonkers. You shut your door, and sit on your bed. You look over at your desk, and the Seventeen Magazine issue with you on the front is sitting there. You haven’t really had the chance to look it over, so you grab it. The picture of you on the front is gorgeous, you’re still shocked they wanted you on the cover of one of their magazines. You begin to flip through the pages of the magazine and you’re now to the section of the interview of you. You begin to feel tears form around the corners of your eyes as you read:

_________ __________ : An extraordinary girl. We’re lucky we got the chance to interview her; she gave us the inside scoop on her incredible life, her boyfriend Justin Bieber, and much much more. READ!

Q: Okay, I know we’re all dying to know- tell me about you & Biebs. How did you guys meet?

A: “Well it’s kind of a funny story.. you see I was a fan of Justin’s music, (and still am of course), but my best friend and I went to one of his concerts.. and I accidently lost my phone at the concert.. when I was trying to find it, I met him. He was with his stage crew as they were closing up. I had no luck finding it that night. But the next day, he returned it to me and we hung  out! It’s kind of crazy.”

The interview continued with more questions about your life, school, and Justin. But you couldn’t handle reading anymore. Tears are streaming down your face at this point. You close the magazine and throw it across your room. You haven’t cried this hard in a long time. You decide to go on your laptop. You’re on twitter, reading all the mentions and messages people have sent you. You haven’t been on twitter in forever, ever since you and Justin split. You haven’t bothered to get on, you didn’t want to be reminded of him. But tonight you’re weaker than ever and all you want is him close to you. You genuinely miss him. You need him back in your life. You check your direct messages. There are a lot from people you don’t know. Suddenly a familiar name pops up. Justin Bieber. Your heart could literally explode from your chest, it’s beating so fast. You click on the message. He had sent you 6 messages over the past 3 months.  

Justin Bieber: baby can we please fix this :( i need u _____

Justin Bieber: I meant it when i said i loved u.. u mean the world to me.

Justin Bieber: my life isnt the same w/o u babe…

Justin Bieber: ur making me feel pathetic. i thought u loved me. please dont be mad at me anymore.. i miss u so much 

Justin Bieber: i had to get a new phone… can i have ur number? 

Justin Bieber: ok _____. ive tried my hardest. i know i shouldnt of let u walk away. & that was my mistake. u obviously want me out of ur life so i’ll just leave u alone. 

The last message also contained a link to his song ‘Runaway Love’. You click the link and watch the video of him singing ‘Runaway Love’. It seems with each lyric he sings in the video a tear falls from your eyes. You miss him so much. Justin must think you’re a bitch for not replying.. but then again, he did let you walk away. You don’t even care what happened anymore, you just want to fix it. You miss him so much. All you want is the feeling of his arms around you again, the feeling of his hot breathe whispering into your ear “I love you” late at night, you want everything about him back. You check the date on the last message, and it was sent only a three days ago.  

Chapter twentynine- Starts with Goodbye.

It’s about time for you to leave to the beach to meet up with Justin. You’re wearing a short red and pink summer dress, with white lace at the end. You have on sandals that show off your purple painted toenails. You’re wearing your hair down, naturally curly, with some clips holding your hangs back. Youe makeup looks as if you’re not wearing any- you don’t want to spend time doing your makeup, you know it’ll probably just be running down your face soon anyways. After thinking everything through, you know what you have to do.

You’re getting closer to the private beach, and you’re about 20 minutes early. You’ve shed a couple tears during the car ride there. You don’t want to lose him.. but what are you supposed to do? Just wait around while he’s gone getting hurt even more at the thought of him with some other girl? /// You’ve arrived at the beach. Justin isn’t there yet, but the two of you aren’t supposed to meet up for another 15 minutes or so anyways. You park your convertible, and walk towards the beach. The sun isn’t shining as bright as it was earlier, the sky now looks dull and lifeless. The wind rustles through your hair as you walk on the sand towards the water. You slip off your sandals, and look down at your feet and watch the sand sink in between your toes. “_________!” you hear a familiar voice yell from a distance. You turn around and see Justin walking towards you smiling and waving. He looks amazing as usual. You watch him as he takes off his black supras, and rolls up his white pants as he begins to walk in the sand towards you. He shakes his hair, and flashes you a toothy smile. That smile. You’re going to miss that smile. The smile on Justin’s face turns into a confused look as he sees you don’t walk, or run towards him like you usually do when you see him. You feel your whole body get heavy and ache. Here come the waterworks. You can feel your eyes watering up. “Hey Justin” you manage to say with a smile. Justin wraps his arms around you while saying, “Hey baby. Are you okay?” you don’t know how to respond. You look at the sand and then towards the ocean. “________…?” Justin says with a concerned tone. You can’t hold the tears in anymore, they begin to fall from your eyes. You face Justin and give him a small smile trying to not make him upset. “Baby…. please….” Justin says to you while trying to hold you. You back up and say, “Justin….. this summer has been so amazing with you…. I don’t think you understand how hard this is for me to say…” you begin to cry harder and harder. He tries to wrap his arms around you. You push away, and look into his eyes. He’s beginning to cry to. He knows what’s about to happen. Through your sobs you manage to continue, “… Justin I love you. So. SO. much…” you say with emphasize on the ‘so’s. Justin is crying at this point, and he doesn’t look ashamed that he’s crying in front of you. That’s something you’ve always liked about him. He’s real, he’s a genuine person who isn’t afraid to show his emotional side. You catch your breathe then continue, “… we both know this isn’t going to work, i’ve got school and you’ve got tour.. we’re just going to get hurt Justin if we continue this..” Justin is shaking his head. Tears are streaming down his face, and it kills you to see him hurt knowing you caused the pain. “no.. noooo.. no.. please _______.” Justin says to you. His voice is shaky. Justin tries to walk towards you, and you back up. More than anything you want to kiss him and hold him- but you can’t. That’s not going to help anything. You’ve got to stay strong. You’re looking out at the ocean avoiding eye contact with Justin. Seeing him hurt kills you. You’re both silent for a few moments. You listen sound of the waves crashing against the shore. “________.. I love you… i’ve never ‘loved’ a girl like I love you… I need you-” he was cut off by the shakiness in his voice. You looked up at him as he spoke to you. The wind was blowing through his hair, and you can’t help but to stare into his beautiful brown eyes that were filled with tears. Looking at him made you cry even harder. “What we have is real ________… I thought you felt the same way I do!” Justin’s shakiness in his voice turns into a more angry tone. “Justin. I care about you so much. I love you, more than you’ll ever know.. I do feel the same way, you’re going to be gone, you’re the one who’s leaving! You’ll have girls all over you 24/7, and I won’t be able to handle the thought of another Roxy incident! Justin how do you expect us to make it work?!” you yell back to Justin. Tears are streaming down your face, you don’t even care though. You and Justin remain silent. You knew he wasn’t going to have an answer to your question. “I thought I meant something to you… how are you just letting go of fucking everything we have?!?” Oh if he only knew.. this was the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make. He looked shocked.. you feel so awful, Justin probably never thought you would give up like this. The pain your heart is experiencing right now is too much, you know you need to walk away- nothing else either of you could say could make this better. Justin is looking right at you. With each tear that falls from his eyes you feel as if a knife has been stabbed into your body. You turn around and start walking towards your convertible. With each step you take away from Justin, you secretly wish he’d chase after you telling you not to go. If he cared about you as much as he says he does, he’d be running after you right? Well obviously he doesn’t care too much. He’s so mad, he doesn’t understand. You can feel Justin starring at you as you walk away. Tears continue to freely fall from your eyes, and your body is shaking. You’ve never felt this empty. Justin made you feel so complete. You had to do it though. You couldn’t sit around at home, waiting on Justin- while he could be out with other girls, meeting some other gorgeous girl that he discovers he loves more than you. You know that thoughts like those would kill you the whole time he was gone if you two stayed together, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. Now he can meet some amazing girl with no strings attached. The thought of him with another girl destroys you, it’s so hard to picture your life without him. You look down as you walk. As each tear falls from your face, it leaves a trail in the sand. //// You’re finally at your convertible. That walk from the beach to your convertible seemed like forever. You’re now sitting in your convertible, looking out at the ocean. Justin is no where in sight. You look out your windows to look for his car. It’s gone, he must’ve parked up the road or something. You look back out at the ocean and the beach. You begin to think of the beautiful memories you made here with Justin. You can’t believe he just let you walk away, you were hoping he’d at least try to run after you and stop you from this decision. With each and every thought about Justin that crosses your mind, you feel like your heart falling apart- but not only that, you know soon your life is going to feel like it’s falling apart too. You can’t imagine your life without Justin. This summer has been perfect, all thanks to him. You press your forehead against the steering wheel and just let all your tears out. As each tear hits your lap, you cry even more because with each tear you realize how difficult getting over Justin will be. He probably knew all along that he’d have to end things with me at the end of summer anyway, that’s probably why he didn’t run after me. Did he honestly think you could just stop my life and leave for him? No he probably knew you’d never do that. You’re trying to make yourself feel better with all these thoughts.. you’re trying to convince yourself that Justin is just some jerk who you need to forget. But you can’t. It doesn’t even matter anymore, you’ve ruined everything. There’s no turning back now. Either way you were going to get hurt.. you were standing at a crossroad, and your heart had a choice it had to make.. you were going to have to hurt either way. But you know moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye.  

Chapter twentyeight- Long shot.

You wake up the next morning laying in an awkward position on your bed. Your earbuds are wrapped around your neck, and your ipod is your hand. You sit up on your bed, and look over to your nightstand to check what time it is. The clock on your nightstand reads 9:30am. You look back down at your ipod, and you feel tears begin to flood your eyes. You remember listening to ‘Stuck in the Moment’ about a million times last night. Lyrics from the song won’t get out of your head. You sit in silence crying on your bed as you look out your window at the new day. The sun is fresh in the sky, and you can see your sister playing with the neighbors. You lay back down on your bed looking up at the ceiling. The pain you’re feeling inside right now is almost unbearable. What’s going to happen? Does Justin want to make things work with you even though he won’t be around a lot? Are you and Justin just going to throw everything away? You wouldn’t be able to do that. You know there is no way you could just drop him and forget about him. You hope he wouldn’t be able to just move on either.. what the two of you have is real.. you know it.. you know that he knows it to.. //// You’re still laying on your bed, and you roll over to one side and look at the pictures you have hung on a bulletin board on one wall. There are a bunch of pictures of you and your best friend, you and girls from school, you and your guy friends, a couple of you and Jake *yuck*, and some of you and your family. You’re laughing and having a good time in all of the pictures. You look so confident, happy, and secure— what happened? You’re losing it. You’ve never fallen for a guy this hard. Your train of thought is ruined by the sound of your mom knocking on your door. “______?” your mom says to you sweetly through the door. You get up from bed and check yourself in the mirror real quick before responding. You look like you’ve been crying, so the chances of you hiding the fact that you’re upset are slim. You look like absolute shit. “Yeah mom, come in!” you reply back to your mom. You make your way back to your bed and sit on the edge as you look up at her. “I thought I heard you come in last night! I thought you were staying at Justin’s?” your mom asks you. You look down at your feet. Before you have the chance to respond your mom says “Are you okay Sweetie? What’s wrong _______? Have you been crying?” your mom sits beside you on the bed. Just hearing your mom say Justin’s name brings tears to your eyes and you feel your whole body get heavy. You can’t keep the tears in, so you let them fall freely. Maybe this will be good. Your mom is always great with advice. “Oh hunny.. talk to me..” your mom says while stroking your back as she notices the tears fall from your eyes. “Justin.. is going away on tour for 2 months.. how are we going to stay together?” you say as your voice shakes from crying. You and your mom remain silent for a moment. Your mom breaks the silence by saying, “Well.. i’ve never had a pop star famous boyfriend like you have…” she chuckles then adds “.. but hunny.. you were fine before without Justin.. and if things end between the two of you, you’ll be fine without him again.. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but you and Justin are two different people with two different paths in life.. Justin’s path leads him to his singing and going on tour. He’s famous, and he knows where he wants to go in life with his career and such… your path leads you to being a 16 year old girl who is figuring out what she wants to do in life while sitting back and enjoying it.. neither of you should have to change your paths for eachother.. if it’s meant to be, your paths will collide later in life…” You’re sobbing at this point. You know she’s right. You and Justin both have totally different lifestyles, you can’t change completely for eachother to make things work. You would never ask him to give up being ‘Justin Bieber’ and you can’t just drop your life here in California. Your mom continues to rub your back as the tears stream down your face. She brushes your hair while saying, “_______ just have fun.. you’re young.” your mom hugs you tightly then kisses your head. “I’m going to shower and stuff, thanks though mom..” you say as you wipe the tears from your face. “Of course sweetie, i’ll leave you alone..” your mom says as she gets up and makes her way towards your door. Your mom shuts the door behind her and you continue to sit on your bed just staring at the wall. The sound of your phone buzzing interrupts the complete silence in your room. One unread message. ‘Justin: ______ :(( are u ok?? are u mad at me??’ you read the text a couple times before you reply ‘No i’m not mad.. just sad and confused..’ about 2 minutes later Justin replies ‘Justin: Can I see ur beautiful face? Please? let’s talk in person. I don’t want u to be upset baby. it makes me sad’ you read the text and begin to think.. won’t this just hurt you more? Having to see him and fall more in love with him each time your with him won’t help when you’re forced to move on when he leaves.. but you can’t resist.. you want to see him. ‘Yeah let’s meet at our beach in an hour’ that’s the only private place you can think of where the two of you would be able to go. Almost no one goes there. You wonder what’s going to happen today when the two of you meet up. Were all the magical memories the two of you made there about to be completely destroyed by you splitting? You’re scared. You know the odds are that you and Justin won’t be able to keep seeing eachother. It’s a long shot, but maybe, just maybe, you and Justin will take the chance. Justin is all you’ve ever wanted in a boy. You can’t believe you might have to let go of the boy you’ve been dreaming of your whole life.