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

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I live in a rose-colored haze for a while after that. Things feel like they did in the beginning when Justin and I were explicitly sneaking around, only things are more meaningful now.

And it's all because we've fallen in love.

Even though neither of us ever say the words, it's enough for me to at least know for sure that my thoughts are valid. They mean something. I'm not crazy. What Justin and I have is special.

July is over, but summer is still in full swing. We go to the beach, we ride our bikes, we go to Whittaker's with some of his friends, we watch movies, we eat ice cream, and we watch the stars. We have a month left before I leave for Notre Dame for almost four months, but we never talk about it. That way, it feels like it won't happen. Instead, we try to do everything we can before time ultimately runs out.

We blissfully live in denial until then. It makes life so much easier.

On a Thursday night alone in my room, I lay in my bed while staring up at the ceiling fan spinning in endless circles. It's providing only a little bit of relief from the hot, humid air lurking outside. Well, that and the air conditioning blasting through the vents.

Birdie is on the other end of the phone that is pressed to my ear. She tells me that her and her new roommate are hanging out again tomorrow, so she can't take the boys to boxing practice with me. I tell her it's fine, and I'll take them by myself.

"You sure you'll be alright?" she asks.

I almost scoff but quickly stop myself, remembering that Birdie isn't aware of the many trips I've taken out to Linford on my own. She has no clue I visit almost daily to be with someone I've fallen in love with.

A part of me is sad that I can't share this with her, and that part of me only grows larger by the day. It kills me that I'm experiencing love for the first time in my life and I can't even tell someone who has been a part of my life since I was a little girl. But I'll keep it to myself if it means I can keep Justin.

"I think so," I reply. "I'll text RJ when I'm there so he can walk me in and out."

Have I mentioned I hate lying about this?

"Good idea. Or you could ask Justin," she taunts, knowing at the very least we both think he's cute.

I force a laugh. "I could."

She doesn't mean it maliciously. I know she's only trying to joke with me. How could she possibly know of the intimate love affair I'm sharing with him? We've become so good at hiding it from everyone around us, it's no surprise to me she doesn't know. I never wanted her to know. To a point, at least.

"Can I ask for your advice?" Birdie changes the subject.

"Sure," I sigh with relief.

She sounds like she's rummaging through something, slightly breathless as slight frustration overtakes her for a quick moment. "Is it completely tacky to send Josh naked pictures of myself for his birthday?"

I giggle. "No. I don't think so."

"You sure? I feel like it's tacky."

"Not if you do it tastefully."

"How?"

I shrug. "I don't know. Maybe look at a Victoria's Secret catalog for some inspiration. They always look good."

She's silent for a moment, and I picture her pondering on her bed with her lips twisted to the side. "I guess I could try to channel Gisele."

"Just wear a cute set. That will make it less tacky than if you were completely naked."