cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 11

I giggled at my stupidity as I actually did my business in the bathroom. Hopefully, Justin would either calm or cure his....friend, you could call it that. Sure. To be honest, I would like to throw myself out the window of this mansion like a raggedy Anne doll. It sure would be less awkward then sitting in a room with a horny player with sex toys under the bed. I shook my head and washed my hands, but stopped. Did I hear...

moaning?!

My eyes widened and I kept the water running, but put my ear against the door to hear what was happening. I could hear the T.V. on, and Justin...mumbling?

My logic faded as I sat there, confused. My brain mentally slapped itself.

Crystal, He's watching porn DAMMIT

My mind yelled at me. I snapped into reality and widened my eyes, stepping back. This just got even more awkward, if that was even possible. Stepping back more, my bad luck struck yet again. My hand slipped and turned the faucet off, and I tripped over the bathroom rug, falling back into the bath. My head collided with the rungs above, holding the shower curtain, causing it to fall on me, which resulted in me slipping back into the bath with a thud. My head began to throb, and I groaned in pain. I guess I hit the metal faucet.

"Crystal, you okay?" I heard Justin call out from outside the bathroom, followed by a few knocks.

Too shocked and weak to reply, I groaned, holding my head, and curling up into the fetal position as sticky liquid leaked from the back of my head.

My eyes fluttered open to reveal a dark room, with soft breathing. I sat up, but instantly regretted it, as pain seared up to where my head was. The fuck?

Head. Oh. Memories from a few hours ago flooded back into my head. My hands instinctively snapped up to my head, to see what happened. My head was wrapped in...toilet paper? I began to slowly unravel it, to see blood stains and patches all over it.

Woah...The fuck? I looked over at Justin, who was asleep. I finally got all the toilet paper off of me, and touched the area of injury. There was definitly a gash there, but I think it closed up now. I gently tossed the wad of paper on the floor, and slowly eased myself down to the bed. I turned on  my left side, so I was facing Justin. He looked so cute and innocent when he was asleep. If only he were like that when he was awake. I seriously thhink that if he touched up his personality a little bit, he would  be one of the most perfect guys out there. Well, too bad it won't happen. I sighed, but I guess I didn't do it as quietly, because Justin's eyes slowly cracked open.

"Crystal?" He whispered out.

"Here." I replied without hesitation. My hell, he was kind of adorable when he is sleepy.

He lifted his head up, and peered out in the darkness until his eyes finally adjusted. 

"How is your head?" He asked sweetly, crawling over to me and looking at me with concern.

I beamed at him.

"Better, thanks to you." I said, touching it again. He gave a faint smile, then yawned.

I sent him a half smile in return, and slowly rolled onto the other side. I felt movement on the other side of the bed, then his voice broke the silence again.

"Crystal...will...you..cuddle with me? It helps me sleep." Justin asked shyly, sounding innocent. I 'awed' to myself and rolled to one side.

"Sure.." I said kindly, scooting toward him. He easily wrapped an arm around my torso, and I laid my head on his chest. I, for some reason, liked this alot, but it felt wrong, almost. For one, we bickered so much, but then makeout out of nowhere, but now he is acting all sweet and cute! 

What kind of games are these?

I swear...if he keeps this up.. I probably ...

I probably Can't catch a break.

"Goodnight Crystal." Justin whispered in my ear, sending mental shivers down my spine. God damn that was kinda hot.

"Goodnight Justin." I murmured back, snuggling into him until I got comfortable.

I slowly evened my breath, and closed my eyes. I was having a hard time falling asleep, as my head began to throb. Stupid fucking faucet. 

I was slowly dazing off into sleep before I heard him whisper, almost to himself:

"Be mine..."