The Boy Next Door

"He's The Popstar."

"Brooklynn? You've been in there for over thirty minutes. Are you okay?" A familiar voice spoke. I fluttered my eyes open and looked around to see where I was. I was still in the bathroom. Lying on the cold, hard floor. I picked my body up and walked over to the door. Then I remembered something, the pregnancy test. I turned around and found it laying on the floor. I picked it up and read it closely again, just to make sure I hadn't read it wrong.

1-2 weeks.

I cuffed my hands around my mouth as my breathing rapidly began to speed. Turning to the side, I lifted my shirt up again, laying my hand flat on my stomach. I knew I wouldn't be able to feel anything different, but there was a person inside of me. A living thing growing inside of my body. I rubbed my hand over my belly and waited for something to happen, but there was nothing.

"Stupid, you're only one to two weeks pregnant, of course there wouldn't be anything," I whispered to myself. Turning to look straight at the mirror.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I'll be out in a second." I replied. Grabbing the test and shoving it in my pants, along with the box. Justin couldn't know. What would he think about me being pregnant? He'd hate me.

"Okay."

Making sure the box was securely in my pants, I walked over to the door and unlocked it, before I opening it. Justin hadn't been standing in front of the door, so I was thankful. I quickly walked to the room and was glad when I didn't see Justin in there. I paced over to my suitcase and opened it before I threw the box and the test inside, quickly zipping it back up.

"I thought you'd never get out of there," Justin spoke from behind me. I jumped in fright and turned to look at him. "What's going on? You've been so jumpy lately. You've been closed off and to yourself. Is it something I did?"

"No. No. Not at all." I began, picking my body off the ground and walking over to Justin. "I've just been a little overwhelmed is all. This trip is something new for me. I just need a little more time to lighten up to this place."

"I understand completely. I know how you feel. That's how I was when I first moved here from Canada. I wasn't used to a big place like this. But trust me, you'll get used to it. And you'll love it. I promise."

I simply smiled at him and nodded my head before I took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"So about what I was going to say you earlier?" Justin trailed on.

"Oh yeah, what were you going to ask?"

"Well, I know we've gotten a lot closer these last couple of days. And we've been friends for as long as I can remember. Not to mention without including my mom, manager, and Kenny, you're the only one I trust. We've been through a lot of crap together, yet we've moved past it. I guess what I'm trying to say is... Will you be my girlfriend?" Justin asked. My jaw opened and I just looked at him for a second.

"I-I"

The only thing that was racing through my head is the fact that I was pregnant and now Justin wanted me to be his girlfriend. How would I tell him about the baby?

"You don't want to be my girlfriend do you?" Justin responded, lowering his head.

"It's not that. It's not that at all. It's just... I don't think I should be in a relationship so soon. I mean right now I'm in a horrible position. I'm a complete mess." I confessed.

"What exactly do you mean? Are you talking about you being sick these last couple of days? If so, I can take care of you. I can make you better." Justin responded. Smiling widely at me. I smiled back and lowered my head. What was I supposed to say to him? Was I supposed to tell him flat out that I couldn't be with him because I had a baby by another man growing inside me?