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.