My Best Friend's Brother (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Eight

(Rosalie)

I thought I should show him I love him tonight. Today was the highlight of my entire life. Justin and I had so much fun and I couldn't have gone with anyone else in the whole world. He danced with me, kissed me, and treated me like a princess and like he loved me.

All I ever had to offer him was my heart and my body. He already had one and I wanted him and only him to have the other. I was nervous as hell and sort of guilty. What if I push him to do it? I wonder to myself. He seemed nervous when I pulled him up to his room.

I pushed him, gently to the bed. He was staring at me with wide eyes as I take off his jacket. As I unbuttoned his shirt, he unzipped my dress. I slipped it off and he bit his lip. I didn't feel self-conscious as his eyes swept over me. I pull his leather pants off and toss them to the side.

Justin seems hesitant and it strikes fear in my heart. I knew I shouldn't have done this. Should've waited, I yell at myself, you idiot. I kiss him and he kisses back, his hands on my back. I pull the condom from the pocket of Justin's forgotten pants, knowing he found it.

I knew I wouldn't be able to rip it with just my nails, since Jazmyn insisted I get a manicure, so I tear it with my teeth. I swear I saw Justin cringe when I did, but try to play it off as my nerves making me see things. I take the paper from my mouth and Justin takes my wrist. I look up at him and he looks into my eyes.

"You shouldn't be doing this with me," he says, looking away.

My heart squeezes painfully when he says that. I nod and sit on the edge of his bed.

"Not that I don't want to," he says, touching my shoulder. "Because, trust me, I do. I just feel like I am taking something from you that you should give to someone who deserves it."

"Justin, there is only one person in the world I would ever want to make love to," I say, turning to him. "That person is you. I would never love anyone the way I love you. You won't imagine how much I love you."

I laugh at myself and shake my head.

"I would walk to the ends of the Earth for you. What the heck? I'd rob a bank if you asked. The only thing I'd regret is being taken from you if I got caught," I say. "Seeing you with Caitlin and Selena just made me realize that I'd probably have to love you from afar. When you kissed me, I didn't want anything more than to be with you."

"Rose-"

"Why do you think you don't deserve me?"

"Because I feel like someone as beautiful and wonderful should have someone who is better than me. I am just some guy who sings and has thirty-three million girls trying to get at me," he says, sighing. "I am ordinary. Normal and boring. Nothing special about me."

I move so I am facing him completely. I shake my head, a smile on my face.

"That's where you are wrong, Justin. You are the most special, extraordinary, interesting, gorgeous, and wonderful guy I have ever met and ever will meet. You sing the most touching songs and your voice is like it was made specially made by God himself," I say, taking his face in my hands. "Those thirty-three million girls are telling the truth when they say you are perfect. You should listen to them. I love you for the fact that, to me, you are an angel come to Earth. Please understand that."

He looks at me, his eyes locked on mine. I kiss him with the most passion, the most love, and the most need any kiss could ever have. I kissed him like he was leaving and never coming back. His arms wrapped around me as he leaned back. I run my hands through his hair, the softness of it was bizarre.

"There is no one I want more than you," I say against his lips. He rolls over on top of me, making me giggle. He smiles at me and I bite my lip.

I am in for a wild ride.