When The Snow Settles - Justin Bieber Fanfiction

Under the Snow

I woke up with the events of last night pressing down on me hard. The kiss, the argument, Justin walking out; it all replayed in my mind, taunting me. I groaned, not wanting to face it, wishing more than anything that this wasn't my reality. I wished I could close the book and start over again, but life wasn't that simple.

Dragging myself out of bed, I moved sluggishly into the kitchen, not really ready to function but needing to. My body craved the comfort of routine, so I made a cup of Cuban coffee, the familiar bitterness grounding me. Yesterday, I had felt so different; confident, even daring. But that version of me felt like a dream I'd woken up from too soon. Now, it was just me again. Just me, heartbroken.

I scooped some oatmeal into a bowl, tossed a few strawberries on top, and sat at the counter to eat, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't escape it. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself, the weight of what happened last night was too heavy to ignore.

When I finished eating, I forced myself to get dressed.

I stood in front of the mirror, trying to piece myself back together, but everything felt wrong. I slipped into a brown plaid skirt that rested just above my knees. The warmth of the oversized brown cardigan I pulled over my crop top should've been comforting, but today it felt heavy. The crop top, a simple ribbed white sweater, clung to me, revealing just a hint of skin above the waistband of my skirt. The long sleeves hung loosely past my wrists, adding to the oversized, cozy look, but I didn't feel cozy at all.

I pulled on a pair of thick, white socks, letting them scrunch slightly over my ankles, before stepping into my brown ankle boots. I tied the laces perfectly. 

As I looked at my reflection again, I curled my hair loosely, securing half of it with a large white bow that dangled and leaving two strands to frame my face. I slid my glasses onto my face, the final touch that made me feel like myself again, the version of me that existed before everything with Justin spiraled out of control.

I threw my worn-out book bag over my shoulder. I forced a small smile onto my face as I stepped outside, hoping it would keep people from looking too closely. But I knew it didn't matter. Every pair of eyes would be on me, just like they had been last night. Practically the whole town, and visitors from nearby cities, had watched as Justin and I skated and danced together. And then, we kissed. In front of everyone.

I still couldn't believe I'd let that happen. My stomach twisted with the memory, and I quickened my pace. I hated the spotlight. I had always been the quiet one, the girl in the background, reserved and content with it. And now, in one reckless moment, my life had been thrown into chaos.

I had kissed Justin Bieber, in front of everyone, and then bolted. I could still feel the heat of their stares as I left the rink, and the thought made me cringe. Everything had changed in an instant, and I only had myself to blame.

I swallowed hard, trying to shake off the shame, but it clung to me like a second skin. My life felt like a book where the story had suddenly taken a sharp turn, and I had no idea how to write the next chapter.

I walked into Tony's café, and immediately, the place fell silent. Every eye turned toward me, the whispers starting immediately. I took a deep breath, straightened my back, and walked up to the counter, pretending not to notice the stares.

Tony, as always, was quick to intervene. "Alright, alright, folks," he called out, waving his hand dismissively at the customers. "Get back to your coffee." His voice carried the same warmth it always did, with that hint of fatherly authority that made everyone listen. Slowly, the murmur of conversations resumed, though I could still feel the weight of their glances.

Tony turned back to me, his face softening as he looked me over. "You okay, kid?" he asked, his voice low, as if not to pry too much. "Heard what happened."