Nothing Like Us (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10: I Want to Get to Know You

I had no idea why we were here, this doesn't make any sense why we went to an ice cream store 15 minutes or so away when there's an ice cream store the exact same just down the street from our homes.

"Well, the reason why I wanted to go here was because my father took me here all the time when I was a little kid. I used to play base ball, and soccer. So whenever I won a game or scored a goal he would take me to this place to get anything I wanted. So I just wanted to come here, because I haven't been since... Well nevermind." Justin explained, once he reached the end of his sentence, Justin looked like he was about to tell me something. But decided not to.

"Since what?" I asked, whatever he was about to say, I want to know what it was.

"Nothing." He replied, taking another bite of his banana split.

I really want to know what happened, but I wasn't going to push him into telling me. I mean, I haven't told him everything about me. I also don't want to, because... Well.

I don't know anymore.

He said he would give me a reason to trust him, so why can't I try?

Why?

I still have my guards up because I'm afraid if getting hurt, but maybe... Maybe if I try and get to know someone and stop being a bitch, maybe I could make a friend. And they wouldn't leave me.

"Oh, I see." I said, starting to bite the cone.

"So.. What do you want to talk about?" I continued, breaking the awkward silence. Even though its not that silent, the sound of children laughing filled the air.

"You. Lets talk about you." Justin bluntly said.

I don't really know what to say to that, a lot of my life isn't worth talking about. I just don't really want to talk about it.

"Um.. What do you want to know about me?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't say, my childhood.

"Your childhood."Justin said, leaning back into the chair.

Fuck.

"Well, my childhood was... Normal." I lied, obviously. I'm not gonna tell him what it was really like, yet.

"Really? Where's your father? If you don't mind me asking..."Justin awkwardly looked at me. I don't think he meant to ask me that, but it just came out, because he's never seen my father.

"Dead."

An awkward silence filled the air between us, I didn't want to look at him. So I looked around the place to act like I wasn't worried about what I just said.

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss." Justin replied.

"I guess it's okay." I said, a few seconds after Justin replied.

"So, are your friends nice?"Justin asked.

This is exactly why I don't want to talk about me. He'll find out I don't have any friends, then he'll think I'm some bitch who nobody likes.

"Yup." I exclaimed, popping the 'P'.

"Have you always lived in Stratford?"Justin asked, his voice was so calming I felt bad for lying to him. But it's none of his business, right?

"No, I used to live in Alberta. But when my father died my mom and I moved to Stratford."

Justin was looking quite interested, who would be interested in my life?

"Wow, I've always wanted to live in Alberta, or Toronto." Justin replied.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well Alberta is a beautiful place to live, I went there for a grade 9 trip. And Toronto is an even better place, the home of the Toronto Maple Leafs!"Justin threw his hands up.

"You like the Leafs? I don't really like hockey, I'm more of a soccer fan. I like soccer." I said, when I said I didn't like the Leafs, Justin looked angry.

"Well then." Justin gave me a I'm-just-trying-to-be-cute-angry face, with a smile.

I laughed, and kicked his leg from under the table.

"Ouch!"Justin hollered, which made some people turn their heads.

"Shut up! You're making a scene!" I kicked the same foot again. It was kind of funny.

"K that's assault! Meany."Justin held his leg, with a laughing cry.

I looked at my phone and saw it was almost past my curfew.

"We gotta go." I said, and put my phone in my pocket. I got up and opened the door, I noticed Justin wasn't up yet.

"Well, come on?"

"My leg hurts!"Justin was rubbing his leg.

"I didn't kick you that hard."I laughed.

"Kiss it better?"Justin laughed, and pretended to pout.

Um.

"No? I'm not your mother, ask her to kiss it better you baby." I chuckled, motioning him to get outside before I'm gonna be late.

"Okay fine." Justin got up, and went and left with me.