What Do You Mean?

Chapter Three

I woke up in a really soft bed, with warm blankets and an inviting aroma. I honestly could have stayed in that bed all day, if I actually knew where I was.

My eyes shot open and I quickly took in my surroundings. A piano. A guitar. Book shelves. Really large flat screen television.

This was definitely not my room.

I got up as fast as I could, happy to see that I was at least wearing my clothes. The smell of coffee and cinnamon wafted into my nose as I opened the door. I could hear someone singing, quite angelically, as I walked towards what I inferred to be the kitchen.

My heart stopped when I saw Justin in nothing except a pair of joggers standing over the stove with a spatula in his hand.

"Your world, is my world, and my fight, is your fight.." His voice rang through the kitchen and my jaw dropped. It was so beautiful.

Instead of standing there behind him listening to him like a creep, I cleared my throat and he turned around.

"Morning, I hope you like French toast," he smiled at me.

"I do. But I have two questions." I said as I sat down at the table.

"Well I have two answers."

I was trying to plan out what to say and how to word them but my mouth opened before I could think.

"Okay, firstly, how the hell did I get here?" It sounded a little more rude than I intended but whatever.

"You were really messed up last night and couldn't form a full sentence to tell me where you live, not that I would trust what you would've said anyways. You tried to brush your hair with my elbow, so I don't think your directions would've been very accurate," he grinned as my cheeks heated up. It really had been a long time since I'd smoked or drank. So I could honestly see myself doing something that stupid. But I was still embarrassed.

He continued, "And I wasn't just going to leave you there for some random asshole to take advantage of you, so I brought you here, put you in bed, and let you sleep."

My heart swelled at the thought of someone I didn't really know caring for me like that.

I could feel myself smiling like an idiot and staring at the wall when he asked me what the second question was.

"I was coming in here to see where I was, and I, I heard you singing. Was that something you wrote or--"

"--I wrote that when I was like fifteen or sixteen. It was just some stupid song." He said with no readable expression.

Before I could ask anything else he changed the subject.

"Let's eat."

He brought a humongous plate of French toast and bacon and two cups of coffee to the table. In all honesty, I was pretty impressed. I had never had a guy cook for me, and it was nice for a change.

After swallowing a huge bite, I decided to see what other stupid things I might have done last night.

"So what other shit did I do last night?" I looked up at him and his face reddened.

"Uh, n-nothing really."

He was totally lying. Oh great.

"You're lying," I pointed out and I could see him mentally curse himself for not being a good liar.

"Do you like, really wanna know? You might not be exactly, uh, happy." Justin was pushing around some syrup on his plate.

I hesitated for a moment and thought about it. If I did something bad it might be easier to just not know. That way it wouldn't be on my conscious. But the longer I sat there, the curiosity was eating me alive.

"Just tell me." I was probably going to regret that.

He sat down his fork and folded his hands together.

"Well, I took you out on the balcony to show you my favorite view of the city. I've always wanted to show someone and you were the only person who ever cared to go see it, so--"

"Oh my god, we didn't have sex did we?!" I blurted out.

He smirked and my heart sank.

"No, we didn't have sex," he said before continuing on, "but you said you were cold so I gave you my jacket. And then you just kind of looked at me and I don't know what happened..but we ended up kissing."

No. He had to have been lying. I wouldn't do that. I had a boyfriend and I wouldn't do something like that. Or would I?

"And some guy, your boyfriend I guess, kept calling and texting you, and leaving really dick-ish voicemails. So I turned off your phone." His eyes looked at me sympathetically.

Oh no. Nathan hadn't crossed my mind all night and all morning. I was probably in so much trouble. He would've already called Ashley and figured out that I was lying and thinks I cheated on him.

Which I did.

I couldn't lie anymore to his face, so I don't know what I was going to do.

"Earth to Luna," Justin's hand waved over my face.

"Hey, why are you crying?" His voice softened drastically. I hadn't realized tears were rolling down my cheeks until then.

"Nate, he's gonna flip out. He's gonna find out that I kissed you and he's gonna dump me. Y-you don't understand, he's all I have. I hate myself for doing that," I sobbed into my arms. I hoped that didn't hurt Justin's feelings.

"Maybe he'll understand. Hell, maybe he won't even know you were with me," he tried to sound optimistic.

"I told him I was with my step sister. He probably called her and found out what happened, and that I was lying to him." I had tried to stop crying but hot tears kept spilling from my eyes. I fucked up, really bad.

"Luna, I'm really sorry. If I would have known I never would've flirted with you or even taken you to that fucking party. This is my fault. I'll take the blame and talk to your boy and leave you alone after that."

That just made me cry even more. Justin should've just shrugged it off and taken me home to deal with my own problems. And that would've been okay because if he was a dick then it would've been easy to forget about him. But he was being so considerate and caring, and I just wanted to jump into his arms and have him tell me it was going to be okay. And that was my problem. I had a boyfriend whom I loved very much, but something was drawing me to Justin.

Before I knew it, he had grabbed me and stood me up, pulling me into his arms. He wasn't wearing a shirt so I could feel his warm chest against my cheeks. His heart beat sped up as he began to talk, or so I thought.

"Through the storms and, through the clouds. Bumps in the road and, we're upside down. I know it's hard babe, to sleep at night. Don't you worry, 'cause everything's gonna be alright," his singing voice sounded through the room and soothed the aching feeling in my body.

"It's gonna be alright, I promise. I'm sorry for what happened. But no matter what I'm going to be here when you need me. I got you into this shit and I'll be by your side, if you let me." His hand ran over my hair and down my back. And I didn't get it. I had just met him yesterday and he was treating me with such care and kindness. I didn't know how I should feel about the whole thing.

I should have been thinking of what to say to Nathan. Maybe what I was going to say as an apology or how I was going to explain myself. But I wasn't. All I could focus on was how Justin smelled like cinnamon and coffee and mint and cologne, and how he drew patterns on my back with his large hands in attempt to comfort me and stop my crying. All I could think about was that moment. Nothing else mattered.