The Boy Next Door

"Oh I know."

"What are you talking about? We're friends Justin. Nothing more than friends. Rememeber?" I asked, removing the bag of peas from my eye.

"Brooklynn. You heard what I said. I'm in love with you. I tried to deny my feelings, I tried pushing them away, but I just couldn't. When you came back to Canada and I saw you for the first time in four years, I realized how much I wanted you, how much I needed you. I know this is all so sudden and I know I shouldn't even be telling you this at a time like this, but I just love you so much," Justin spoke, stepping closer in between my legs. I could feel him against my thigh so I closed my legs a little. Justin got the message and stepped back.

"Justin how do you love me? How? I-"

And there it was. His lips were over lapping mine. His lips. His soft plush lips were laying on top of my lips. I closed my eyes. And moved my lips in sync with his. I could feel one of his hands rest against my thigh, so I opened it wider and allowed Justin to come closer to me. He removed his hand from my thigh and brought both of them to my face, placing them on either of my cheeks.

"Justin I-" I began, trying my best to breathe. "I don't think we sho-"

"Shh," he responded, latching his lips back to mine. This time I didn't try to talk, I let him kiss me. His lips just moved against mine and his body stood in between my legs. He intensely removed his lips from mine, and attached the side of my neck. I threw my head back in pleasure and let him. I could feel his tongue against my neck as he licked it, and attached his lips to it, sucking hardly on it. I let a light moan leave my lips as he continued to suck my neck. After he removed his lips, he looked at me in the eyes and I looked at him back.

"I love you," he said simply.

I looked at him and down to his lips before attacking them. He removed his hands from my face and slowly ran them up my thighs again.

"Is everything ok in he- Woah," I heard dads voice. I instantly jumped and Justin jumped away from me as well. He looked at me for a second.

"I should probably go home and help my mom make dinner. Yeah, that's what I'll go do," Justin responded before quickly walking out of the kitchen without another word. When Justin had disappeared from our sight, I jumped down off the counter and made eye contact with my dad.

"What?" I dragged out. He just raised his hands in defense and shook hid head before walking out of the kitchen as well.

I stood there thinking about what Justin said and I bit down on my lip softly, before walking up to my room.

I immediatly pulled out my phone and selected Claire's contact.

Me: Claire... Justin and I... Kissed.

Claire responded immediately.

Claire: No way. I don't believe you. How? When? Was it amazing? Oh my freaking gosh Brooke. You kissed thee Justin Bieber.

Me: It's not that big of a deal C. I mean, it was just a little kiss.

Claire: How little?

Me: Well, he kissed me. And he kinda ran his hands up my thigh. Not to mention the huge hickey I have on the side of my neck.

I type, looking through the mirror at the hickey that was on my neck.

Claire: That is not little Brooke! Oh my gosh! I'm screaming.

Me: Don't scream. Haha.

Claire: Too late.

Me: Drama queen.

Claire: Queen Claire duhh. But I can't believe he kissed you. I knew he liked you!