The Farm House ( A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 8

"Why are you sad?"

"I dreamt of you last night....you grabbed my hips, looked me in the eyes and whispered to me you were in love with me."

"Then what's sad about that?"

I smiled sadly, "It was just a dream."

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Claire's POV

I felt something on my hair, scratching my head.

I smiled and chuckled "Stop it, Matt."

Then I remembered I broke up with Matt, I'm in Tennessee and I'm currently in a farm house on a small bed. 

I opened my eyes wide and jumped up from my bed, and saw a rat on my pillow, frightened with my actions. I screamed and started jumping around, I could feel tears of fear, crawling out from my eyes.I heard my door open, and I saw Ryan looking worried.

"Ryan!"

I ran to him and hugged him and started crying. He started rubbing my back, trying to sooth me down. I placed my face on his chest bawling my eyes out.

This is one of the reasons why I don't want to go to this stupid, pathetic place. I can't believe I agreed on coming here. I swear, when I see my mom, she wouldn't just die. I'll make sure that she'll die miserably. Nah, just kidding. Of course, I still love my mom. But situations like this makes her look so stupid, and it makes me hate her a little bit. 

"What's wrong claire?" Ryan whispered

"There was a rat on my head Ryan. It was so..." I sighed and started crying again.

He chuckled a little bit and continued rubbing my back and well it was soothing. That's a fact.

"It's okay, I bet you scared it away too, right?"

I chuckled and nodded,"Yeah, I did. I was just...scared."

I pulled away and started drying my eyes. I smiled at him and thank him for what he did. 

He nodded, "That's fine, anyway you better get ready. The gang is coming. Wear something simple, okay?" he said then winked.

I chuckled and nodded, "I'll do that."

He waved his hand and left. Well, at least he's not like Justin.

Justin, I mean, why is he so rude? He acts like he's the boss of the house, and what he says goes. I swear, he's so bossy. He's so much worse than Amber. They are so fitted for each other and they are so much alike. Talking about Amber, wonder how miserable she is right now? Hope she isn't pregnant yet. Poor child.

I made my way to my luggage. Since i haven't unpacked yet there aren't any clothes in my closet. I took out my luggage and placed it on my bed. I unzipped my luggage and it was evident that I was  having a hard time. When I opened it my eyes almost bugged out when i saw my clothes. It was all....simple.

I don't have anything against simplicity. But for me it's like a huge step to take. All my life i've been this pretty, fashion-ish, un-simple, city girl who loves shopping for branded clothes. But all i could see are simple clothes, but i guess that's alright. No one would even see me here, right? 

I sighed, I can't believe i am taking so much sacrifices for this stupid place, I am 101% serious that i am starting to regret it. Stupid 'puppy-dog-face', i just hope daddy would never use that face ever again. Please dad. Never ever again.