Our Hearts

Our Hearts [A J.Bieber Story] Ch. 21

Things will get good again on the next chapter. I PROMISE! I'm not telling why, but just keep on reading!!!!!! And COMMENT tell me what u think will happen! And VOTE and FAN!! xoxo

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:: Justin ::

I lay on my bed, my eyes locked permanently on the ceiling with a very worried Jasmine standing above me.

"Are you sure you're ok?" She asked for the billionth time. "You missed the entire movie."

I didn't answer her. I just wanted her to leave. I needed some peace and quiet. I felt like my world was falling apart. Argh! What was my problem?! Lila has boyfriend, I have a girlfriend. I don't see why I feel this way.

"Justin?" Jasmine said again. I let out a groan, letting her know that I wasn't in such a great mood at the moment.

Jasmine sighed. "Fine. Be that way." She stomped put my hotel room, the door slamming shut behind her. I sat up on my bed, wincing at the pain on my stomach. I probably couldn't talk to Lila anymore. She most likey hated me for dumped ice cold coka-cola all over her boyfriend's pretty head. I still didn't know why I'd done it. I kept reminding myself it was just a natual reaction and that I didn't do it on purpose. Yet I didn't even believe myself.

Suddenly an idea occured to me. I knew exactly what to do to get my mind off Lila. I reached for the closest pencil in sight and then a plucked a napkin off my nightstand. It was the perfect moment to write a song. Especially since I knew exactly what I wanted it to sound like and what I wanted I say.

:: Lila ::

"Bye, Lila." Darren said as he started his motorcycle. I stared at him from the stairs which led up to my apartment. He'd planned a nice date for us and it was completely ruined by Justin. Darren's dark hair was moist and shining in the sunlight. I bet it smelled like coke. The thought made me snicker. Oh my Justin. Why was he in there anyways?

"See you tomorrow, Darren." I waved and headed up to my apartment. Things have changed so much in just six months. I realize that now. Nothing would have changed if it weren't for my dad... I sucked in a deep breath of fresh air, trying to think of anything but my dad. I walked into my apartment, closing the door and then trotting to my room. I landed on my bed with a thud. Justin... Days after my dad's funeral I'd begun to write my first song but then I quit due to writers block. My notepad was still lying on top of my dresser. I took it and sat back down my bed as I scanned through the lyrics I'd written.

--We were picture perfect; flawless, on the surface; We were walking on a straight lane; We were automatic; You seem so fanatic; I was confident and wide-eyed; Tough times watched us come undone--

That's all I'd ever written. Suddenly lyrics began to form in my head. That's it. I was going to finish my first ever song. Once I finished with the lyrics, I should call Kacie. She knew guitar unlike me. She'd be much help. I couldn't help but grin as my pencil sped across the paper.

• 2 Days Later •

:: Justin ::

"Yo, JB." Usher flopped down on the bed beside me. I'd spend the last two days resting. My stomach wound felt much better but not that weird, unexplainable pain in my heart.

"Mm?" I responded, my eyes locked on the TV. I was watching some reruns of CSI. That's what it looked like to anyone else, though. I was really lost in my own thoughts.

"We're leaving in a few hours. I just wanted to ask you if there's..anyone you wanted to say goodbye too." Usher looked at me expectantly.

I let out a sigh because I knew exactly what he meant. "No, Usher. There's no one I have to say goodbye too."