The Farm House ( A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 13

"I want that."

"Want what?"

"Your lips. I want it."

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Claire's POV

I walked down the stairs as the morning scent welcomed tennessee. I don't know why but I've always liked that scent. It's very nature-y. It smells like newly groomed grass, or like a rain forest and I don't even know how a rainforest smells like. But I bet it would smell like this. 

I went towards the kitchen and stopped when I saw Justin in a skin tight shirt drinking water. I felt like melting. What the hell is wrong with me? It's just Justin for fucks sake. He's just drinking.....looking hot....and there's water dripping on his shirt which isn't helping neither. Since when did have toned biceps? It seems like he also has toned chest. Are those abs? Damn he looks so......fine I guess. 

Whatever.

I shook my head and went towards the cupboard, opened it and took a box of cereal. I grabbed a bowl and placed some cereal in it. Justin grabbed the milk from the fridge and handed it to me. I didn't even dare look at him and muttered 'thank you'. I just can't trust myself. If I look at him I know that my pervert self would suddenly unleash itself and spread it's wickedness. 

"Want pancakes?"

I looked up then suddenly cursed at myself. 

You're damned Claire. You're alone with this one. I'm out.

Ummm, just saying you ain't going anywhere, you're stuck with me honey.

Fuck you. You like him.

No I don't!

You do. Don't deny it. Right now tell me he looks terrible.

He looks horrible. Ha!

I said tell me he looks terrible, not horrible.

"Umm, hello? You there Claire?"

You like him.

I snapped out of my conversation with myself and looked at Justin, "Uhh, yeah. Yeah pancakes yeah. Pancakes are good. Yeah. Please."

Stuttering now are we?

Shut....up.

He smiled which caught me off guard, I swear I almost fell off the chair. 

"You look horrible. Didn't you get any sleep?"

I touched the bags under my eyes. 

Well it's because I spent all night debating whether I do or do not have feelings for you...

"Uhhh, the crickets kept me up. They were so loud."

He placed a plate on the table and pushed them towards me. On them were 2 chocolate chip pancakes with too much syrup on them. I love it that way actually. I'm pretty sure he's noticed me pour a pool much syrup on my pancakes every time Pattie cooks them for us.