I Got Her Pregnant (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Ch. 44 - The Fresh Outdoors

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♥ Jamie's POV: ♥

It didn't take long for the limo to drop Justin and I back at my house. I was still a bit stumped that our first date ended the way it did. I've always loved this dress too, and now it's torn.

I grumpily followed behind Justin, who was walking towards my house and ringing the doorbell. He looked back towards me and smiled weakly. It seemed as though he was blaming himself for all this when, clearly, it wasn't his or my fault either.

"At least the first part was fun.." I said, trying to cheer up the mood, but that didn't really cut it.

"At least..." he spoke slowly, right before the door opened to reveal Phoebe.

"How did it all go? Besides the restaurant's kitchen fire?" she asked immediately. I looked down at my dress and held up the part where the fabric had ripped. Phoebe's eyes widened and she looked at me with shock.

"Whoa!! What happened?!" she gasped. Her sudden commotion attracted Chaz and Ryan to come up behind her to look at us. I guess Ryan had arrived not too long after we left.

As we walked inside, I explained everything that happened from ice skating to running from the fans and falling.

"That's terrible! I'm so sorry!" Chaz said sympathetically.

"That's okay," I shrugged with disappointment. I think my hair was a mess by now and my make up isn't as good as it was when I had left the house earlier, I'm guessing.

"Well we really wanted this date to go perfect for you two, but we heard about the kitchen fire and not being able to go have dinner," Phoebe began, "so I got Chaz, Ryan and Jamie's mom to help out with something. Specially after hearing about those fans, you two could really use this."

There were smiles forming on Phoebe, Chaz and Ryan's faces and I was starting to get really curious as to what they had planned.

"Help out with what?" Justin asked, as confused as I am.

"You two are still getting that dinner, believe me," Chaz said.

"But we'll have to fix a few things," Phoebe spoke thoughtfully, eyeing me up and down. "Come with me, Jamie."

"What? Where?"

"No questions, just c'mon!" she commanded, taking my hand and dragging me away immediately. I was about to ask a billion questions but felt as though it would be useless to question her behavior. In a matter of seconds, we were up in my room - door locked - and Phoebe digging through the closet.

"You can't wear that poor torn thing to this dinner, now can you?" she said, pulling out a beautiful, long blue dress. It was absolutely gorgeous, and it looked like it was worth a lot.