A Date With Death

Chapter 11 - Or, You Know, Orange Juice

I wake up feeling very groggy. I groan and roll over. Justin's face is about an inch away from mine. I jump back and nearly fall of my bed. He starts laughing! Ass hat! But I'm laughing too, so.

"So... six days without your mum. We could drink, we could party, we could..." he says and waits for me to look up and starts waggling his eyebrows. I throw my pillow at him. Ass hat.

"No. I need to sort... everything out, remember? I only have five months  to do it." I say. He sighs.

"You've nearly done everything, you know. Just deal with Tiana, Levi, your sister, your Mum, and your dad and... uh... your killer, then you'll be all clear!" He says with fake enthusiasm.

"But I thought I dealt with my sister?" I say. He shakes his head. Those curls!

"You cleared like... 50% of it. You still need to settle the issue. Not just scream and yell at her. She hulk." He says and smirks.

"Fine." I say, and get up. "I'm going in the shower. You may not be able to die, but I'll find a way to torture you if you dare come in." I say. He laughs.

"There's one way that you could do that." He says.

"Why don't you tell me?" I say, trying to be seductive.

"Psshhh, like I'd tell you." He says. I roll my eyes and walk away.

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"You know what?" Dylan was yelling.

"Well shit Sherlock! I'm not a mind reader! For you, any way!" Justin yelled back. I flinched, even though it wasn't me he was yelling at. He couldn't read Dylan's mind? Huh.

"That girl is more trouble than she's worth. And your stupid crush on her, isn't going to help either of us!" Dylan yelled, again. Crush?

"How dare you!" Justin yelled back.

"She's just going to flirt with you while she's sorting her life out, then once it's all sorted out, she'll break your weak ass heart, by staying here and hooking up with Levi. You've seen her status at school. I'd be surprised if she hasn't slept with the bio teacher! She's. A. Fucking. Slut. When will you get that through your thick head?" Dylan yelled, then stomped out and slammed the door behind him. Justin wiped his eyes. Is he crying? Then he looked up the stairs and saw me. I felt like a deer caught in headlights.

"Birdie..." He started, but it was too late, I'd already run. I was running to the studio. I opened the door and slid across the carpet, which was covered in paint splashes. I climbed on top of the couch, opened the window and wriggled out. The window was tiny. I could barely fit. I heard Justin's foot steps in the hallway. I crawled faster. Fucking hips. Push... his footsteps were closer, push, nearly out... the bathroom door opened. He's looking for me. Push... pop! I flung out of the window, and onto the terrace... thing. There were leaves all in my face. I heard the studio door open, and ducked.

"Birdie, please... just come out." He pleaded. He sounded desperate, god, he sounded like he was going to cry. He sighed, and walked out. I stood up. The terrace was smaller, but I was bigger. I ran... and leaped. Then grabbed onto the tree branch. I climbed to the highest spot I could, and just sat there and sobbed. I pulled out my phone and earphones. Just relax... just relax... just- thump!

"Wha-" I started, but decided against it.

"Birdie?" Justin asked, more confused than anything. I ducked even though I didn't need to. I was up high enough and the foliage was thick enough.

"Look, Birdie, if you're not going to... stop hiding, then please, just listen." He said. I paused my music. "I was talking to Dylan, saying that we should throw a party, you know, something fun to take your mind off... this. He didn't agree. He says we should just sort this stuff out as quickly as possible... and we started arguing. That crush thing... he... never mind. I just care about you, Birdie. I really do." He said, and sat on the edge of the terrace. I silently climbed down, and swung onto the terrace. He squawked and scrambled to his feet.

"Shit! I though you were Tarzan." He said.

"Way to ruin an emotional speech.." I said, and he looked down, blushing. "It's ok. You... it's not your fault."

"Dylan might be my brother, but he's also an ass. I don't even know how we're rela-" He started, very awkwardly, until I hugged him.

"It just... hurt. What he said, you know? I worked so hard, so hard to get to where I am and... well... that wasn't exactly a confidence booster." I said, then stopped hugging Justin, but he grabbed my hand.

"So, about that party?" He asked.

"I think it's a wonderful idea." I said, and he grinned.

"Well, before we start buying liquor," He said, and I glared. "Or, you know, orange juice, how do we get down. There are few things I'm afraid of, but heights is one of them." He said and I laughed.

"Sitzpinkler!" I yelled and laughed at my own joke.

"I speak German, you know." He said, but smiling. I giggled and grabbed his hand, then showed him the way down.

But what about the crush thing?

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A/N

Hey! Sorry for not updating for a while. #hatewritesblock. Anyway, should I do a lil extra chapter form a ~very~ mysterious, handsome males POV. *coughs* Justin *coughs again*. Or, from Dickhead Dylan's POV? It's up to you!