Christmas Love • Chapter 6

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~Chapter written by miss Alexis (MrsAlexisBieber)

6

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So, today's Friday, and there's no classes for some reason. Me and Justin had been talking out a lot now. We'd easily clicked and became best friends since I met him. Today was the first time I thought of him. Which also means that I hadn't seen him, physically, in 2 weeks! He was in New York and performed in Dick Clark's Rockin' New Years Eve with Ryan Seacrest. And might I add, he performed flawlessly, I was in awe when I watched him on the tv. I thought everything he did was so perfect. I never thought I could even befriend a celebrity.

"Sweetie, some woman named Pattie is on the phone and she wishes to speak with you," my father said, interrupting my thoughts. He handed me the wireless phone and I put it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi Alexis! I was wondering, today Justin's getting home and I wanted to know if you'd want to come with me and the kids to pick him up at the airport?" Her feminine high voice said through the phone. I also hadn't seen or heard from Pattie since Christmas either. And I really missed Jazmyn, her and I easily bonded together. Oh and Jaxon is such a cutie pie!

Then I thought, well my father is going to work in a while..

"Definitely! What time?"

"His plane lands at 4 in the afternoon, which means we should be there by 3, so I'll pick you up, say, 2:30?" She suggested. I don't know if it's just me, but I loved the way her voice sounded. She sounds so nice, and so gentle.

"That's sounds good!" I agreed. Then I looked at the clock and it was 8:36 am. I had woken up about an hour ago.

"Okay! I'll see you later!" Followed by a click noise.

My heart started beating faster than you can say the word fast. Today was the third time I'd be seeing Justin physically. While he was in New York, we Facetimed, iChatted, and skyped too. He took his laptop and cell phone wherever he went of course. And to be honest, I did miss him, a lot in fact. I remember three nights ago, I had a dream where in the end, he kissed me. But of course, what Belieber doesn't dream that? I can't be the only one right? So why was I feeling this way? Am I getting that 'butterflies in my stomach' thing that girls do when they like a guy? Yup, sure am..

I decided to start getting ready at 11:30. But first I would go to my dad's restaurant and eat breakfast before leaving.

"Hey dad? Can I go with you to the restaurant? I'm hungry and I don't feel like making myself something, plus, I love the way Henry makes his crepes," I said as I rubbed my stomach. My dad laughed and placed an arm over my shoulder.

"Sure, hon, just go get dressed, we'll be there before open hours," he stated. I kissed him on the cheek before making my way towards my bedroom on the second floor.

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"With the taste of your lips I'm on a rush, your toxic lips send me under, with a taste of your poison paradise, I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?" I sung. Britney Spears' song 'Toxic' played on my Favorites <3 playlist.

I was sitting at the bar area in my dad's restaurant. I was just finishing up my plate of crepes. Eggs on the side along with sausage and bacon. I hit the shuffle button and you'll never guess what song came on next.

"As long as you love me...

As long as you love me...

As long as you love me, we're under pressure, seven billion people in the world, trying to fit in," the voice sung. I do admit, I bought all his albums already. Which is why I won't let Justin go near my iPod, it's so embarrassing. His voice was flawless, the song 'Boyfriend' was my ringtone. I loved all his falsetto moments, they just screamed sexy right at you. Not that I think he IS sexy, ugh, now I'm just embarrassing myself. Anyways, as I was saying, I was almost finished with my food. And I was here for 3 hours at the most, talking to another friend of mine who worked here as a waitress.I got her the job when she needed one desperately. I took another sip of my orange juice.

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