The Assistant *Being Edited*

"Leslie Ain't Home"

Leslie POV

Some months have past and I've taken the time to renew myself, I've been getting over Bieber, I got a new place, and an old friend has come back into my life. His name is Sam and we've been friends since elementary school, I remember having a small crush on him in high school but he had a girlfriend, he just moved to California.

He's 5'9 with dark brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and the most chiseled jawline. His voice is deep but not too deep and he has straight, beautiful white teeth. His smile instantly makes you happy because he's such a happy spirited person.

My life right now is going so well and Justin nor Sabrina have tried to get in contact with me, I love it. I'm currently in an enlightened stage of my life.

"Where do you want me to put this?" Sam asks while holding a gallon of paint.

"Right over there" I point at the corner of my empty and messy new livingroom.

Sam was helping me rearrange my new place because this job isn't made for just one person.

"Uhhh do you need some help?" Sam tries not to laugh while I'm standing up on a ladder trying to switch the ceiling light.

"No thank you, I'm a big girl" I chuckle.

Because the ladder still wasn't tall enough to reach the ceiling I had to go on my tippy toes, my body was wobbling and I was losing balance. Next thing I knew I tipped over and I fell into Sam's arms. His eyes were staring into mine and he had a sparkle in them, he smiles at me and I instantly smile back.

"I think you need help" He chuckles and puts me down.

"Yeah you're right" I giggle soft.

Justin POV

I haven't heard from Leslie in months and I'm not okay with that, there are days that pass by where I actually spend the whole 24 hours just thinking about what she might be doing. The reason for her not talking to me anymore is completely understandable, I've broken her heart, twice.

I'm currently at home bored as usual and have nothing to do. I decided to just look through my closet and see what new things I should get, while looking through something caught my eye. It was Leslie's Penn State sweatshirt, then the flashback of when were in Canada and she told me about her life hits me.

Her sweatshirt was being held by both my hands and my nose was gently placed upon it as I inhaled her scent. The smell of her just made me miss her even more, I took the sweatshirt and grabbed my car keys.

I got in my car and stuck the key in the ignition, her sweatshirt was folded next to me and placed on the passenger seat. I drove down the freeway as fast as I possibly could so I could make my way to Leslie's apartment.

When I pulled up to the building I got out the car and made my way inside. The dark red sweatshirt is being wrapped by my arms and my body is shaken, I walk into the elevator and press the floor button.

My thoughts start to go crazy. "What will she say?" "I don't want to make her cry" "What if she hates me?" "Has she forgiven me?"

The ding sound of the elevator takes me out of my thoughts and helps me snap back to reality. My feet slowly take a step at a time, my breath hitched when my eyes stare at her door. My hands form into a fist and I slowly raise it ready to knock on her door.

"Leslie ain't home" A feminine voice says.

I turn around to face a girl, she looks about 17 and she has teal colored lonh hair. Her body is petite and she is pretty, and her eyebrows were on fleek.