Love Without Tragedy | JB | a.u| BWWM | COMPLETE

Forty.

Justin prepared some popcorn in his microwave and I was surprised that he even had any, considering how healthy he was.

I looked through his movie collection and decided on 'Abduction'. I'd never seen it before and the cover got me interested. I put the DVD in and sat on the couch, under the soft light brown fur blanket that Justin had taken out of his closet for us.

Justin joined me, placing a large bowl of popcorn on his lap.

We were both in our pyjamas. I was in a tank top and long blue and white cotton pants and Justin wore his grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt.

"Interesting movie choice. Would Taylor Lautner be the reason you picked it?"

I blushed and shook my head.

Justin flashed me a smile.

"I'm just messing with you, sweetheart." He said.

I was afraid that he'd get mad at me if I did admit that the guy on the cover was sort of attractive and maybe the reason I did pick the movie. Randy didn't want me looking at other men. That's why I hardly watched TV.

'He's not Randy!' My inner voice said.

"He's not as attractive as you." I said to Justin and I swore he was blushing. The lights were off so it was hard to tell.

Justin kissed my temple then pressed play on the remote.

"You're so sweet, Dee." He said.

I rested my head on his shoulder and watched the movie, totally intrigued by the interesting story line.

I realised something as I paid attention to the movie: our whole lives were full of little lessons that we weren't aware of, lessons that would come in handy at some point in our lives. What were my lessons?

I lifted my head and glanced over at Justin. I still couldn't believe that he loved me. As beat up and broken as I was when he first laid eyes on me, he fell for me anyway. My baggage, he accepted. He helped me find beauty in myself even when I was all bruised up.

I smiled slightly to myself.

He loved me. He said it. I thought I loved him too. I just didn't think that I was enough for him and that was because I kept picturing him with Kelly the model ex. I was still confused as to what Justin saw in me. I wished I could see myself through his eyes. Maybe I'd understand.

"Hey." Justin held my hand underneath the blanket.

I looked at him.

"You okay?" He asked me. "You're frowning and this scene isn't even sad."

I smiled slightly.

"Sorry. Over thinking."

He put the nearly empty popcorn bowl on the coffee table then turned to face me.

"What's bothering you?" He asked.

I shook my head slightly.

I wished my hair was down so that it would cover my face. I wished my hair was silky and shiny like Kelly's.

He placed his hand on my cheek and tilted my head up so I was looking into his eyes.

Even in the dark, with just the TV giving us light, his face was beautiful. He was beautiful. I wasn't. Not to myself. Not often did I feel beautiful and I didn't think any girl would always feel beautiful. In makeup, yes I felt beautiful. But right now, next to this work of art called Justin Bieber... I felt like a scribble next to a Picasso painting.