Chapter 21-
Justins Pov
I cant stand this! I want to see her so bad! I crave her lips, I crave her touch, and I crave her voice telling me that she loves me! I try every single night to get her out of my mind but she is like a drug. I cant quit. Jordan tries getting me out of the house, and tries to make me happy, but we all know the only way that will happen is if Makinseys standing right in front of my face with her memory back. She wouldnt have to have her memory back, but it would be nice. If I ignore Jordan and go see her, I will have to start from square one. She would probally also freak out because Justin Biebers in her house, even though she has met me. Well she has done way more that just meet me, if you get what I mean. <3
"Justin, Scooter says you have a concert in about two hours." Jordans voice reaks through the hallway. I ignore him and stare out the window at the sunset.
"Did you hear me?" He questions.
"Yes Jordan, I fucking hear you." I spat.
"Sorry." He apologizes yet its me who needs to do that.
"No I am sorry." I look down "Ok I probally need to get ready then right?"
"Yep." He says popping the p. He puts on a weak smile and walks out, I get changed and then walk in the steps Jordan had just walked out in.
"Hey, you ready?" I hear Jordan say from my right. I look over in the kitchen and see him eating cereal watching something on tv but I dint pay enough attention.
"What you watching?" I ask curiously.
"Nothing." He says turning the tv off fastly, but I take the remote and turn it back on. He was watching Blues Clues again.
"Seriously? Your a grown ass man who probally had already french-kissed a girl, and your watching this lame show?" I yell with a smirk on my face.
"EY! I already told you! He is very insperational! And right now, buddy, you need some insperation, along with a positive milkshake to lighten your mood." Jordan says walking out the door like a lunatic. He is probally drunk.
"Lal,la,la,la,la butterflies!" Jordan is singing. I hate to say it but he never, ever could be a singer.
"Eeeek." I squeal because his voice is giving me head aches.
"I know, I know I am a great singer you dont have to tell me." He brags.
"Actually... no." I say getting in the car to drive. He puts a hand over his heart like he was hurt and starts to pretend cry like old lady british people did with their napkins wiping the tears.
"That....was...so....hurtful....dear." Sniff, sniff,sniff. Oh my gracious...how emotional!
"Whatever." I chuckle and then head down the road where Scooter had informed Jordan about. "Is this the concert building?" I ask.
"I dont know. He didnt give me a picture moron!" Jordan jumped out but he fell and went face first.
"Karmas a bitch Jordan." I say laughing. I get out and walk to the building entrance while Jordan limps behind like a old woman on crutches. I open the door and walk in. No one was there. I continue down the halls opening doors until I came to one and I heard people talking. Must be it. Jordan walks up behind as I open the door and see a bunch of old people sitting in seats. They turn their head to me and Jordan. I see a man up front on stage and recognize this is a church.
"Well you fit in with all these old people." I whisper to Jordan.
"Shut up you idiot." He whispers back. The people continue to stare at us trying to figure out whats up with us. Then the man on stage smiles. What the heck?
