The Boy Next Door - A Justin Bieber Fan Fic

Chapter 7

Sorry, this chapter got published a little messed up. It also published twice, so if you want to skip to the next chapter, it's the same one, just not messed up and less shifted to the left! Either way the story is still the same on both.

Enjoy. Xx

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A couple of days have past since my outing with Justin but I had

filled my time getting acclimated with my new home and town.

Calabasas was turning out to be a really fun place to live and I had

begun to come to terms with the fact that this was how my

permanent home. I had gotten to know a lot of my neighbors, but

one remained a mystery, Justin.

My parents were spending a lot of time working and often left me

home alone day after day. Today was one of those days. Sitting on

the window seats in my room I gazed out the window towards

Justin's house. The right side of his house was directly across from

my window and I could see through one of the windows into what

looked like a bedroom, making this 'boy next door' cliche even more

relevant. The lights in his house were off so I figured he was out

already even though it was only 10:30 am. The soft light filtering

through the window cast patterns onto my legs and I traced them

with my fingers. Drifting into an absentminded day dream, I was

startled when my phone chimed sinaling a new text. It appeared to

be from a blocked number, I figured I knew exactly who it was. I slid

my finger across the screen unlocking the phone, seeing the

cheerful "Hey :)" popped up on the screen. I was right, I knew

exactly who it was, and I was sitting right across from his house.

Justin had been texting me on a regular basis since I last saw

him, sending me occasional goodmorning texts and just chatting

with me about how I liked California and getting to know me better.

Everytime Justin texted me, I thought about my responses so

deeply, wanting to make a good impression. Most people would

say to just be myself, but when texting an extremely attractive and

charming teen heartthrob, that was a little hard. I wanted him to like

me. I texted back a simple hey, trying to come off casual. I was

glad he texted me, I was honestly really bored. It was summer

break so I wasn't in school and that made it really difficult to make

new friends. I moved off my window seat and stood on the plush

carpet in the middle of my room trying to think of something to do.

Seeing nothing interesting, I headed down stairs. Continuing on

into the basement, I pased the spa my mom had been working on,

grabbed a soda out of the bar fridge, and moved into our home

theater. Thanks to the hard work of many moving trucks and

workers, our belongings had been successfully transferred into the

house and our thousands of movies were neatly lined on shelfs in

the theater. I let my fingers linger on the many big titles, and pulled

out my movie of choice, Bridesmaids. I had just began to set it up

when my phone vibrated. I eagerly pulled it out of my back pocket,

but much to my dissapointment, it was only a text from my mom

letting me know that they were out running errands and would be

going to a party after that would keep them out long past midnight. I

slid the phone back into my pocket and set up the movie. I plopped

into the first row of red plush leather recliners that filled the room,

and pulled a blanket over my legs. I made it through half the movie,

occasionally checking my phone for new texts, until I got a text right

around the time Kristin Wiig and Maya Rudolph got in their movie

fight. With angry voices blaring from the speakers, I despretely

grabbed my phone from the cup holder and unlocked it as fast as

my fingers could manage. It was another text from Justin's blocked

number explaining his hour long absence.

"sorry it took me so long. I fell asleep" That was all it said. Just that,

nothing more. How was I supposed to respond to that? Luckily,

another text came in while I was nervously debating my response.

"I just got my pool cleaned. Want to be the first one to swim in it?"

That was better, a lot better actually.