Long Time No Seen (Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 8: Creepy Stuff

*MELANI'S POV*

I woke up from a strange dream. It was about the boy in the picture frame. Justin was it? Yeah I think so. I look to my left and reach out to grab the picture frame. It was me and that Justin guy at a park on the swings. I was sitting on his lap and he had his head rested on my shoulder. Why can't I remember this day? I hate having amnesia. I sigh and place the picture back on the bedside table. I sit up and stretch my arms. Me: "Justin wake up." He groans. Justin: "Noo... Five more minutes.." I threw a pillow at him. Me: "Get up!" He throws the pillow back at me. Justin: "There. I'm up. You happy?" I roll my eyes. Me: "No. What made you so grumpy today?" He sighs and sits up. Justin: "I was dreaming of my best friend." I looked at him. Me: "Seriously? Me too! What was it about?" Justin: "Me and her were at the park on the swings.. I usually dream about that." I got wide eyes. Me: "No way! Me too! Except it was me and my best friend. Becca said his name was Justin. Weird, huh?" He stared at me. Justin: "What do you mean BECCA told you? How can you forget your own best friend?" I sigh. Me: "Becca said I was in an accident and lost my memory.. I don't remember anything about this Justin guy. Except that he left me when I was nine.." He got wide eyes.

*JUSTIN'S POV*

This is FREAKING creepy. Her best friend was named Justin, and mine was named Melani. Her best friend left her when she was nine, I left Melly when I was nine. Oh my god...

*MELANI'S POV*

He stared at me. Me: "What are you staring at?" I gave him a weird look. Justin: "Huh? Oh nothing.. Well, let's go to breakfast." He got up and slipped on a shirt. I slowly get up and go downstairs. Me: "Morning everybody." Everyone: "Morning." I sit at my seat at the table. Me: "So what're we having today?" Sara: "Me and Jack are going out so you guys can eat cereal or something." I nod and Sara and Jack leave out the door. Becca: "So how was your night?" Me: "Weird. I dreamt about that Justin guy." She looked around nervously like she did at the beach. Why did she do that everytime I talked about that Justin guy? Me: "Okay whatever. What are we gonna do today?" Becca: "Work on the coop." She said grimly. Me: "Ooooh. Great." I said sarcastically. Me: "Hey Alex. Has mom called yet?" Alex: "Actually, yeah. She called this morning." Me: "What'd she say?!" I asked excitedly, hoping that she said she would be picking us up early. Alex: "Just called to check on us." My mouth formed into a line and I sat back down. Me: "Alright. I'm not hungry so let's get working." Becca: "Yeah me neither. C'mon Alex." He gets up from his seat in front of the tv and goes to change. I knock on my door. Me: "Is it safe to come in?" I yell through the door. Justin: "Yes, Lani." I growl and open the door. Me: "Get ready. We're gonna work on the coop." He sighs and changes. I was surprised to see that Justin actually helped out today. He was all worked out when we finished for the day. Becca: "Woo! That's was quite a sweat!" She says while plopping down on the couch with her Capri Sun [lmfao idk, i was drinking this while I was writing] Me: "I know right?" Alex: "Whew. That crap is gonna take a long time to finish.." Me and Becca start laughing. Me: "I know right?! We've been trying to finish it for like 3 years now!" We laugh then turn on the tv. Justin's face was plastered on it. Me: "Hey Justin! You're on tv!" I yell, because he's upstairs. He practially shoots downstairs. Justin: "ME?! On tv?!" He ran up to the tv and glued his face to the screen. Me: "Move out of the way dumbass! I wanna see what meaningless shit they have to say this time.." He slowly moves backwards towards the couch, not moving his eyes from the screen. Too bad I was sitting behind him; he fell onto my lap. Me: "GET OFF FATASS!" I pushed him off and he fell to the floor. NewsLady: "Rumor has it, that Justin Bieber is taking a break from hollywood." No duh, Sherlock. NewsLady: "Rumor also says that he's staying with his cousin in California. But who is this special lady he's spending time with?" It showed a picture of him holding a girl in his arms.. And kissing him. By the waterfall. Alex: "Hey that looks like Mels.. Oh..." I squeezed my Capri Sun and all the juice came squirting out. Stupid papparazzi. Now people will think I'm his friggin' "shawty" Let's get one thing straigh. I DO NOT LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER! I squeezed the juice pouch again and threw it to the ground. Me: "STUPID NEWS LADY!" I yelled while going upstairs. *JUSTIN'S POV* Whoa. I was NOT expecting that. Me and Melani never kissed! Damn you, photoshop, damn you. I stared at the screen while it showed more pictures of me and Melani. NewsLady: "Is she his new shawty? Or just a fan? We'll see." I shut off the tv. Becca: "I can't believe it. You and Mels-" Alex: "NEVER KISSED! Dude?!" I got up from my place on the floor. Me: "Me and Melani have never kissed. They're lying. Just like all the other stupid gossip sites." They stared at the screen even though the tv was shut off. Me: "Stop staring at it! I don't like Melani. Not even as a friend. She's a bitch. I don't want her. I never will. Never have. Got it?" Becca stared at me like I just said something horribly tragic. I turned to go upstairs and saw Melani sitting at the top. Melani: "Well that's a good thing then. I never want to see you ever again." She turned and slammed the door behind her. *MELANI'S POV* I CANNOT believe this douche. He's pissed me off, he's messed with me, and I'm not gonna deal with his shit anymore. I locked the door and went to bed early. I layed in bed, not one ounce of tiredness in me. The only thing on my mind was Justin. WHY?! I hate that jerk. I looked at the clock. 11:58. Ugh. There was a knock on the door. Me: "What?" Justin: "Let me in." I roll my eyes. Me: "Why should I?" Justin: "Because I sleep in there." Me: "Well too bad." He sighs and doesn't say anything else. I hear shuffling outside the door then silence. Justin: "Night bitch." Me: "Whatever jackass." I had a strong feeling that it was gonna be like this for the rest of the summer. I shut off the lights and closed my eyes. And you know what I dreamed of? That Justin guy.

*DREAM*

I at my aunt's wedding. This was from when I was five... I look around and see a little boy holding my hand. He looked familiar but I didn't know who he was. LittleBoy: "You're my best fwend, Mewwy." [I know some little kids don't talk like that but in my mind they do :P] I saw a five-year old little me. Little me giggled and said: "And you're my best fwend JustyBear." [Bahaha] JustyBear?! Wait. Justy... Justin!? This was him?! He smiled and hugged me. [Awh! little kid love. xD] A slow song came on and we looked around at all our older relatives dancing together. Justin: "Wanna dance wiff me?" I giggle and nod my head. He holds my hands and we copy our aunts and uncles dancing. He leans in and kisses my cheek. Justin: "Together forever." Me: "Pwomise?" He smiles. Justin: "Pwomise." He grabs my pinky in his and gently squeezes it. Then the scene changes. I'm at a park and I see a nine-year old me and that Justin guy. He was pushing me on the swings. Me: "JustyBear it's too high!" I screamed. He laughed. Justin: "Higher?! Okay!" I scream but he just pushes me higher. A little too high. I slipped off the seat and tried to land on my feet but instead, collapsed. Justin: "Oh my god Melly! I'm sorry!" He runs over to me and holds me. Justin: "Are you okay?" I nod and bite my lip. Justin: "Where does it hurt?" I point to my ankle. It already looked swollen. Justin: "I'm so sorry Melly.." He gently placed his lips on my ankle. And the weird thing was, I actually felt his lips. Justin: "Is it better?" I roll my eyes. Me: "It's not gonna heal just by a kiss, JustyBear. But it does feel a little bit better." He smiles and I look deep into his eyes. Those eyes... His face morphed into Justin's. Oh my god. I woke up and felt my head. What just happened? Why did my best friend's face morph into Justin's? I'm so confused... That wasn't a dream; more like a flashback. But why? Why was it about my best friend? Becca said he left me seven years ago... Why am I all of a sudden thinking of him? I get up to go get a glass of water. But when I open the door, I trip on something. "Ouch! Jeez, watch where you're going!" I look to my side and see Justin laying there in a blanket. Me: "What the hell are you doing here?!" Justin: "I didn't have a place to sleep so I slept here." I roll my eyes and get up. Me: "Well don't. Go sleep in the bed or something." I growl and go downstairs. I grab myself a glass of water and go back upstairs. Justin was already asleep on the bed. I sigh and turn off the lights. When I fell asleep, I didn't have another dream about Justin. --Next Day-- The sun's light rays beamed themselves down on my drowsy body. I sluggishly rose from bed, wiping away my hair that stuck to my forehead in heaps of sweat. My sense of smell was working perfectly fine this morning as I leaped up out of bed and smelt the delicious scent of bacon and eggs, though my sense of walking wasn't exactly working all that fine. My foot decided it would make me trip on the foot of the bed, making me do a faceplant into the hardwood flooring of the cottage. I groaned, rising up from the floor when I heard a chuckle from the other bed. There sat Justin, laughing with his mouth wide open and their eyes watering. I growled, leaping up from the floor and stalking out of the room with my fists balled up, turning red from the pressure. Alex: "Someone looks happy.." He cooed. Me: "Yeah, I'm real peachy." I gave him a toothy smile that probably looked better in my head. Becca: "Well, we made breakfast!" She cheekily beamed. Me: "Yaaaaaay.." I said emotionless, throwing my hands around in weird jestures as I sat down at the table. Justin: "Do I smell bacon?" He took a huge sniff, releasing a penetrating sigh afterwards. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his hair was messy in places. His brown eyes looked sleepy and his basketball shorts were hanging loosely on his thighs - revealing a little too much of him. Me: "Put some goddamn clothes on you pornstar." I grumbled. Justin's face lit up with a smile as he sat down next to me, him screeching his chair a little more closer to mine. What the hell is this kid doing? Justin: "Somebody grumpy? I would be too if I did a faceplant into the floor." Me: "Do you want to reenact the situation at my house where my fist met your face?" I hissed. Justin: "Just trying to lighten up the morning." I roll my eyes. Me: "If this is your way of saying sorry for yesterday, it's not working, Beaver." He shrugged. Justin: "Okay." Me: "Hey Bec, where are your parents?" Becca: "They went out again." I nod and pick at my bacon. Justin: "Bacon is for eating, not for picking at." I roll my eyes. Me: "Whatever. It's my bacon and I'll do whatever the hell I want with it." I slam my fork down and slide out of my chair, stomping upstairs. I hate Justin Bieber. I hate his face. I hate his voice. I hate everything about him. And it was gonna stay like that.