cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 7

Can you imagine how bored a person can get, alone in a room with a bipolar(Or so I think) with no objects, or basically anything to do? Justin hasn't spoken since his mini moan came out when I picked up those...well you know. Now, he's staring up at the ceiling with a frown on his face, and I'm on my stomach, picking at the little fabric hairs on the bed. We both haven't even looked at each other, and the awkward tension in the air is enough for me to throw myself off a cliff.

I quickly flitted my gaze over to his eyes, to see him staring at me. I blushed, and quickly snapped my head the other direction.

"You know.." He said after a moment. I raised my head up to look at him.

"You are very beautiful, you know that right?" He said gently, sending me a faint smile.

The reactions in my body just went insane. Like I think someone just plugged an outlet into my fucking heart, because it's swooning in flattery, I'm blushing like a god damn tomato, and my head is spinning. Who knew a guy could do this kind of shit to a girl who melts at sweet talk?

"Awee." I squeeked out, looking away.

Justin giggled, and moved toward me. He tipped up my chin so I was looking at him.

"Hey, don't look away, it's true." He said, smirking at me. I sat up, and he scooted back.

"Why don't you just do that more often!" I said, gesturing at him dramatically.

"Do what?" He asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"Be all cute and sweet and shit!" I said, throwing my fist against the bed.

"It's fucking adorable!"

Justin giggled and said,"Well I don't know. I just...I don't want people to see me as soft and kind. Because then I would be known as the whipped as fuck guy."

I threw my head back and laughed.

"Well more girls would become interested in you if you were just yourself." I said, and then added,"I don't understand why you are scared! I hated the fake you, and now, when I see the real you, it makes me smile."

Justin sent me a geniune smile. "Thanks Crystal." 

I sent him a nod, and sighed.

We both sat there for what seemed like 30 minutes...it was extremely boring. WE were extremely boring. Racking my mind for ideas, an old childhood activity came into my head

"Lets do air tricks."

Justin whipped his head over to me and sent me a confused look.

"What the hell is that?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. 

"Get off the bed." I commanded. He did so, and I did too. I stood about 3 or 4 feet away from the bed, then sprinted toward it and launched myself up, and did some weird twisty thing, and  landed stomache first on it.

"Like that!" I said, my voice muffled by the pillows and bed sheets. Justin giggled and grabbed my feet, pulling me off the bed. I landed on the floor with a muffled,"Umph." He laughed, and moved my body. I finally stood up and watched Justin do some random flip thing on the bed.

"I can do soo much better!" I joked, folding my arms.

"Prove it!" He snapped back, smiling.

"Lets make a bet then." I suggested. Justin looked at me carefully.

"What kind of bet?" He asked.

"Nothing sexual, you nasty fucker." I teased, punching his arm.

"Then what?" He asked.

"If you do a trick cooler than mine, you can.....do something to me. I don't know! But if I win...You have to be yourself at school and at home!" I said, smiling. Justin looked at me, and a grin broke out on his face.

"It's a deal." He confirmed, shaking my hand.

"Have fun being yourself at school!" I said. He rolled his eyes.

"Have fun being attacked by me!" He mocked me, laughing. 

I rolled my eyes and stepped to the side of the bed.

"You first." I said, gesturing to the bed. He smirked. I folded by arms , as if unamused.

He stepped back all the way until he hit the edge of the wall, sprinting extremely fast, he launched himself up and did...

Holy SHIT.

Justin did a FULL. Like those things cheerleaders do! A backflip and they twist into a 360 and land in a V shape.

I gaped at him. He smirked.

Shit. What do I do.

I bit my lip, pondering. An idea popped into my head. 

When I was about 15, I did Allstar cheer. Being the flyer/base, I got to learn how to do a kick double. It's really complicated, but lets see what happens..

Justin got up, and moved away from the bed. Copying him, I went to the very edge of the wall. Sprinting, I launched my self up, kicked my right leg up to my face, touched it with my hand, and twisted down, landing back in a V shape.

Fuck yaaaa!!! 

My subconscious was screaming. I let out a laugh as I saw Justin's face. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"I win!! I win!" I yelled, dancing on the bed.

"No! I won!" He yelled, jumping on the floor.

I gave him the 'are you serious' look. He looked down. 

"Can...we both win?" He asked. I tapped my chin thoughtfully.

"Uh..NO!" I said. "A bet's a bet!"

"But, I don't wanna be the soft guy at school!" He complained. I shrugged.

"You have to!" I said, jumping off the bed and poking his shoulder. He sighed, and slumped his shoulders.

"I need some kind of reward though! That thing I did was pretty damn cool." He said after a moment. I eyed him carefully, and sighed.

"What do you want?" I asked after a moment.

"I want...." He trailed off, thinking. I waited paitently.

"I want a kiss." He finished, smirking at me.