Call Me A Liar [Book 1] (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

35

The next couple of days drag by as I wait for my date with Justin that he promised. We planned on a bike ride together, which I think will be a good distraction from the current clusterfuck that takes up more than half of my brain capacity.

Between my fight with Justin, my fight with my parents, and my deep, intense feelings that I can't communicate to Justin, everything feels like it's falling apart. I could use even the smallest dose of normalcy even if it's just for one day.

Since Wednesday night, I've been given the silent treatment by my mom and dad. Patrick is even on edge around me, which isn't like him. Then again, meltdowns at the dinner table aren't very much like me. But then again, these days they seem more common.

As much as I know I should apologize to my parents, I can't find it in myself to do it. The disdain I feel for both of them is like never before. I can truthfully say that I hate them, so no apology is warranted.

At least not to them.

"Hey," I sigh as I rest against the doorframe of Patrick's bedroom.

He turns to me with his gaming headset on, telling his friends to hold on just a second before taking it off.

"Yeah?" he spins to me in his computer chair. A strand of his brown hair falls over his innocent face, big blue eyes staring back at me.

"I'm sorry about the other day," I cross my arms over my stomach, the late morning breeze from his open window causing my dress to flutter just at my knees.

He looks emotionless, like he's exhausted by my antics. I'd say I am too, but he doesn't know the half of it. If only he knew what was going on, maybe he'd side with me. Just maybe—

"Okay," he says.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Okay? What do you mean?"

He shrugs. "Don't know. It's okay, I guess."

"Okay," I sigh. "Well I am sorry. I don't mean to put you in the middle of my bullshit with Mom and Dad."

He presses his lips into a tight line, looking down at the ground. I'm about to turn around and leave for the afternoon when he stops me.

"I'm pissed at them too, you know," he adds. "What Dad does is wrong. I know that. But sometimes you just have to pick your battles. Don't let them get under your skin like that."

Patrick is fifteen but somehow, he's so much smarter than me. He's an old soul, he's always been. I envy his patience and ability to block out my parents' nonsense more than I can.

"You're right," I nod. "I need to be better. And I'm sorry."

He nods again then turns around in his chair, going back to what he was doing before. 

The words are on the tip of my tongue. I want to tell him that I'm going to see Justin now, that I've been seeing Justin for some time. I think I can confide in him, and I think he'll understand. I think he would be happy for me.

I want him to be happy for me. Someone.

Instead, he begins speaking into the microphone to his friends again and I turn on my heels.

Maybe I'll tell him another time, and maybe he'll understand.

I'm happy when I see Justin again.

Not like in the beginning of the week when I couldn't bear being anywhere near him with the raging fear that I'd slip up and tell him I loved him. I feel a little bit better now, but the pestering feeling is still there.

It's a little easier to push aside now, but definitely sits between us whenever we're together. I miss the days when we could just be, and this forbidden love we share wasn't so tangible.