Bullet Holes | Justin Bieber

||Chapter 3||

||Chapter 3||

Tyler's POV n shit

Walking towards my seat, my thoughts raced around my mind like a cheetah on steroids. I was finally coming back home after so long. You could say I was excited as fuck. It's been way too long since I've seen my own family and friends.

I finally found my seat and sat down, and I was lucky enough to find nobody on either seats therefore I took the one next to the window. I took the chance to just look out dramatically like those people on the movies.

While I stared at the window, I heard footsteps nearing and stopping, and I caught movement beside me with the corner of my eye. Turning my head to the side, I saw an old man slowly taking a seat. Not really caring, I turned my head to look at the window again.

After a long while of waiting for the plane to start moving, I watched everything become smaller and smaller as the plane flew higher. There was significant noise coming from everyone on the plane but I was too busy becoming nostalgic to hear anything.

After a long soccer game, me and Leah decided to head towards a park. We were 13 years old at the time. Leah had definitely changed quite a bit during these past few years, but what could we expect? Still, she was as beautiful as ever.

"Hey, Mud face," She sang, using the little nickname she started to use recently for the sake of pissing me off. "Let's go to the swings!"

Mud face came along after one day we played soccer not long after the rain had stopped. I was kicking the ball when I tripped over something and fell on my face into some mud. Leah, to say the least, was choking on her own saliva, laughing way too hard. She called me 'Mud face' for about a year afterwards.

"I do not know who this 'Mud face' is, therefore I shall not respond," I joked with a fake British accent, earning a small giggle from the tiny girl beside me.

"Oh, come on! I'm talking to you, dummy!" She said, poking my side, me over-dramatically squealing in response in order to get another giggle from her. It worked.

"I'm not a dummy!" I said, pretending to be offended.

"Okay, whatever floats your boat." She said, trying not to giggle again. "Let's just go to the swings?"

"Okay, okay, fine. Whoever gets there last swings the other!"

"It's on, Mud face!"

I was shaken from my thoughts by the man sitting next to me, shaking my shoulder.

"Hey, sorry I interrupted your thoughts," he began, "But I was curious as to why you're smiling so much, young man."

I chuckled nervously. "O-oh, I was just... thinking. I'm coming home after a few years and I'm feeling a bit nostalgic."

The man grinned. "Ah. I understand. I thought you were thinking about a specific person." He added, adding a little emphasis on 'specific person'.

I felt my cheeks heat up slightly. "Actually.."

The old man gave me a little laugh. "No need to give me details, young man. I see you care about this person a lot."

"W-well, yeah. She's my best friend."

The man grinned, and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I-It's not like that!" I instantly spoke up, feeling my cheeks heat up even more, forcing the elder man to chuckle once more. "She's just a friend."

"Ah. I see," the man replied. He yawned, getting more comfortable in his seat. "Sorry to end this conversation so soon but I feel pretty tired."

"Oh, no worries. You can go to sleep if you want, sir."