His Girl

Chapter Five

"Selena!"

"Selena, we're here."

"Selena, babe, c'mon."

I open my eyes. Justin was front of me, shaking me by the shoulders a little to wake me up. "Sorry, seems like I was tired." I chuckle as he smiled at me.

"We're here!" he exclaims in fake excitement. I looked out the window and saw a beautiful lake. The sun was setting, which made it ten times prettier; I was in awe.

"Woah. This is so beautiful!" I speak my mind.

"I know. That's why I wanted to bring you here, show you where I always go when things get a little bit hard in life." I looked at him, he was looking out of my side of the window. I stared at him, he was beautiful – he was breathtaking.

"Why are you staring at me? You should be staring at the beautiful view," he said, looking at me, laughing. He looks back outside to look at the view, but then looks back to me. "Don't stare! It's not polite!" He tried to stay serious, but couldn't help laugh.

"I like this view better though," I say, a smirk on my face, knowing what I'm going to achieve. Justin doesn't like cheesy things, or pickup lines in that matter. "That was cheesy as fuck, sorry. That blurted out!" I say, playing the innocent act, a smirk still on my face.

A minute later his lips were against mine, kissing me.

I was in wonderland; butterflies were all over my body, it just felt like me and him in the whole universe. I hoped it would be like this more often, I could do this everyday but, sadly, we had to break it up.

We looked at each other, nearly breathless.
"You are a good kisser," he said, chuckling

"You're not bad either." I smiled at him, still struggling to breath or think about what just happened. You're fucking amazing.

We leaned in, in sync, and kissed again, but this one more was passionate. His fingers cupped my face and my hands in his hair. He pulled away.

"I wasn't planing that." He laughed against my lips. "But it — that was good." He cleared his throat. "Why don't we do what I was planning to do?" He laughed and opened the door. I followed, opening mine and getting out.

"And what was you planning?" I ask once I walked over to him on the other side of the car.

"To have a mini-picnic, but I guess what happened in the car was...way better." I smiled to myself of what he said.

Justin tugged at my hand. I look up to him, he was looking at our hands. I open up my palms, Justin takes the opportunity to place his palm in mine, intertwining our fingers. He goes to the backseat doors — our hands still holding onto each other's – and grabbed a basket in his other other hand. We walked around the lake staring out to it, taking the view in.

He stopped in his track and he faced me, I looked up to him. "I really like you." He looks at me, his face kinda blushing, and nervousness at the same time. I was celebrating in my mind. I liked him too. A lot.
He has changed so much over the past months that I just began to fall for him. Justin smiled at me then took a big breath. He looked towards the lake again, avoiding my gaze. "Do you want to play a little game?"

I realised that he was trying to change the subject. He kissed me and said he enjoyed it, said he liked me, but it looks like he's taking it all back? He didn't even let me respond.

I shook the thought out of my mind. I bored my eyes into his. "Sure." I sighed, smiling to him at the same time.

We sat down together and played his 'game', but I couldn't get the kiss out of my mind. His lips and my lips together was the best feeling I felt in a while. How it felt? So right, like we were meant to be.

. . .

"I had fun, Justin! Seriously!" I said with a reassuring smile which brought him to one.

We was in the car driving home. Justin was worrying if his plan for the evening was good enough. "I need to get petrol," he explains his plan while turning out of the high way.
Justin got out, sorting the petrol and whatnot. He opened my side of the door. "Do you want anything in the shop?" He asks referring to the shop which was just opposite us.

"Nope," I say, popping the p.

"Okay." He shuts the door – more like slamming, he always does that. He hurries into the shop, his hands inside his jeans pocket.

I notice Justin in the shop, he was talking to a blonde girl, a pink crop top with white jogging bottoms. They was laughing while in queue to be served. She was the first to pay at the till, but she waited for Justin after, where they then trade phones, where I'm guessing, is the time where they trade numbers too.

Nothing ever goes great in my will.