Obsessed. (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 6

 Dedicated to: MiaNoella

not been edited ;L sorry. was in a hurry. and this wont be interesting. as much...

  Hanging out with Carin was loads of fun. Funner than I'd expected. And I think funner is a word. If its not a word, I wouldn't be able to use it. So funner is a word because I can use it. ...I'm confusing myself now. Let's move on. So as I was rambling about how funner is a word, in my head, I was standing in front of a mirror to the bathroom. I was just staring at myself. Wondering if I should wear make up or not. The dress I bought  with Carin was actually what I least expected to get. It was purple with some swirling mixture of light purple and white; the length, which is a little over my knees, was a little too short for me, surprisingly. The dress was sleeve less which made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't honestly like showing off my shoulders and it made my boobies look huge. But this is all just for Justin. My Justin. I sighed dreamily, thinking about the wedding that's coming soon. Justin is going to propose to me tonight and then we're going to get married. I squealed than made my way out of the bathroom, just after adding a light make up on. My hair was down with really small curls on the end, and I wore some black heels I've been keeping in my suitcase. 

  Just when I was about to put a cardigan on the door bell rang. I glanced at the clock which showed 6:15 p.m. It can't be Justin. It's too early. Grunting, because I was lazy, I walked over to the door and opened it. 

  "Yes," I said with a yawn without looking at the person standing at my door.

  "Are you ready?" the person asked....who had a really familiar voice.

  I looked at the person and my eyes widened. "Why're you here so early?"

  Justin laughed his famous yet adorable laugh, but it sounded like it was forced out. But I shook it away. "The world somehow found out I would be going out with a friend at 7. And I think the paparazzis would be around soon so I'm thinking we should head out early since Kenny can't come with us," he said and bit his lip. ....was it just me or did I feel his eyes all over my body when he said that? I hope its not only myself... And I felt my heart twist a little when he said 'friend'. Why did he call me a 'friend' when we're going to get married? 

  I smiled sweetly (I tried not to smile like a creep because I don't want him to think I'm an obsessed fan of his. For Biebs' sake, we're going to get married soon enough! I don't want him to think of me like that...), saying, "It's all right. But can I just get my stuff? Then we can head out soon...."

  He nodded and stared at me with one eyebrow raised. 

  I gave him a confused look than it hit me like a rock. "Oh, um.. you can come in. You don't want to stand while you're waiting for me, do you?"

  He shrugged then followed me into my hotel room. Oh gosh, Justin Bieber is in my hotel room. And we're alone.... 

  .....

  ...........

  "Justin, I-"

  "Jessy, I-"

  We both started at the same time. And stopped abruptly. I turned around to face Justin who looked exhausted. I wonder what's going on with him... The Justin I saw last year would never look like this. He always smiled and laughed and looked happy. Well, while I was with him, of course, which was about five hours or so. He didn't stop goofing around. No, he COULDN'T stop goofing around. And now? He looked like he was tired of this world he lives in. He looks like he was always stressed out. He looked like.... he didn't want to be a singer, a role model, anymore. 

  "Are you okay?" Those words slipped out of my mouth. 

  He snapped his head up from the floor and stared at me. "What do you mean?" he asked with a little stuttering in the middle of the sentence.